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Daerys Targaryen
"Sir, the wards are all in the common room," the servant said. Daerys was sitting in the throne room, sitting on the Iron Throne. Before him were the common folk of the realm, the ones brave enough to come before him and plea for help. He smiled and stood up from the throne. "My sincerest apologies, but I must go. Lord Jon Royce will hear your pleas," he said, motioning for Jon to come take his place. He left the throne room quickly, making his way towards the Ward's Tower, where their rooms and the common rooms was. He remembered the decision to do this. It was smart. Get the future powers of the realm together. Make them become friends. The realm will see peace for years to come. He was surprised no one else had thought of it. When he reached the tower, Daerys took a deep breath before ascending the stairs. He could hear the commotion the wards were making. He figured it would take some time before they got used to each other. When he reached the common room, he stood, unnoticed for a moment. "I see you've found the common room," he said with authority, quieting the room. "This will be where you all may come to relax and enjoy yourselves. At the bottom of the tower there is a separate room where you will all eat your meals. The boys have rooms on the right, the girls on the left. I sincerely hope you all enjoy your time here. And, I should also add, that to celebrate your arrival, a tourney will be held soon. Boys, and well, girls as well if you wish, I hope to see you participate," Daerys said, looking around the room. The wards were all quiet. "Well, I'll leave you all to get settled in. I'm sure you're all exhausted. The servants will ring the bell when supper is ready." Daerys then proceeded down the stairs and made his way back to his chambers.
Morgan Stark
Morgan awoke slowly. He always had. His brother awoke quick, eyes shooting open at once before springing out of bed. Morgan however, kept his eyes closed, grasping for a few more moments of sleep that he wouldn't get. After coming to terms with his new status of waking, he slowly crawled out of bed. His luggage had been brought up shortly after his arrival, and it had been placed in the wardrobe that sat at the far wall. He made his way over, followed by Winter who had just woken up as well. He dressed himself in trousers, a tunic, and a leather jerkin with the Stark direwolf emblazoned on the front. He strapped his sword to his side, pulled on his boots, and made his way down to the dining hall, boots slapping down the stairs. He took a seat at the table, he was the first one there and so he awaited everyone else. He thought it rude to break fast without the full company present.
The past four days in King's Landing had been rather uneventful. The wards were still getting to know each other, and no extremely strong bonds had been formed. However, Morgan had taken a liking to the Arryn girl as well as the Dornish bastard. He had made a point to keep his distance from the Lannister boy however. How does the saying go? The North remembers. He had thought to himself when the Lannister had entered. Who could forget what the Lannisters had done to both Eddard and Robb Stark, not to mention Sansa. No, Morgan chose to break his rule when it came to Lannisters. He wouldn't give the boy a chance to prove himself to him.
As Morgan waited, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to the day's events. Today he'd be fighting in the melee, a place where his skills would show through much more excellently than in the tilts. It would be his first tourney, and while he didn't expect to win, he did expect himself to do quite well. He'd have to keep Winter locked in the tower, unfortunately. The wolf wouldn't distinguish the tourney from an actual fight, and he figured most people would be rather unhappy if his direwolf joined the fray.
Alerie Tyrell
Alerie was awoken when she heard a door slam shut. Her eyes fluttered open and she rang the bell for her handmaiden. The tinkling noise summoned Melessa, who helped her dress into a light blue, rather flowy dress made of silk. All of the girls' rooms had come with another room for their handmaidens, a luxury that Alerie was quite thankful for. Melessa wasn't only her handmaiden. She was also one of her dearest friends, and friends were quite hard to come by here in King's Landing.
Alerie had enjoyed the past four days quite a lot. The gardens of the Red Keep reminded her of Highgarden, though not nearly as extravagant. She'd gotten on well with Alianne rather well, although the girl didn't smile often. What she was most excited about however, was the tourney. Gallant knights, handsome warriors, well it was all enough to make the young girl faint. Although Alerie was much stronger and more controlled than that.
Alerie dismissed Melessa to go break her fast with the other servants, while Alerie made her way down to the dining hall. There she discovered Morgan Stark, as well as his direwolf, Winter, an animal that was much more friendly than it seemed. "Lord Stark, Winter. It appears that we are the first two up this morning," Alerie said politely, ever the diplomat.
"Sir, the wards are all in the common room," the servant said. Daerys was sitting in the throne room, sitting on the Iron Throne. Before him were the common folk of the realm, the ones brave enough to come before him and plea for help. He smiled and stood up from the throne. "My sincerest apologies, but I must go. Lord Jon Royce will hear your pleas," he said, motioning for Jon to come take his place. He left the throne room quickly, making his way towards the Ward's Tower, where their rooms and the common rooms was. He remembered the decision to do this. It was smart. Get the future powers of the realm together. Make them become friends. The realm will see peace for years to come. He was surprised no one else had thought of it. When he reached the tower, Daerys took a deep breath before ascending the stairs. He could hear the commotion the wards were making. He figured it would take some time before they got used to each other. When he reached the common room, he stood, unnoticed for a moment. "I see you've found the common room," he said with authority, quieting the room. "This will be where you all may come to relax and enjoy yourselves. At the bottom of the tower there is a separate room where you will all eat your meals. The boys have rooms on the right, the girls on the left. I sincerely hope you all enjoy your time here. And, I should also add, that to celebrate your arrival, a tourney will be held soon. Boys, and well, girls as well if you wish, I hope to see you participate," Daerys said, looking around the room. The wards were all quiet. "Well, I'll leave you all to get settled in. I'm sure you're all exhausted. The servants will ring the bell when supper is ready." Daerys then proceeded down the stairs and made his way back to his chambers.
Four days later, the day of the tourney
Morgan Stark
Morgan awoke slowly. He always had. His brother awoke quick, eyes shooting open at once before springing out of bed. Morgan however, kept his eyes closed, grasping for a few more moments of sleep that he wouldn't get. After coming to terms with his new status of waking, he slowly crawled out of bed. His luggage had been brought up shortly after his arrival, and it had been placed in the wardrobe that sat at the far wall. He made his way over, followed by Winter who had just woken up as well. He dressed himself in trousers, a tunic, and a leather jerkin with the Stark direwolf emblazoned on the front. He strapped his sword to his side, pulled on his boots, and made his way down to the dining hall, boots slapping down the stairs. He took a seat at the table, he was the first one there and so he awaited everyone else. He thought it rude to break fast without the full company present.
The past four days in King's Landing had been rather uneventful. The wards were still getting to know each other, and no extremely strong bonds had been formed. However, Morgan had taken a liking to the Arryn girl as well as the Dornish bastard. He had made a point to keep his distance from the Lannister boy however. How does the saying go? The North remembers. He had thought to himself when the Lannister had entered. Who could forget what the Lannisters had done to both Eddard and Robb Stark, not to mention Sansa. No, Morgan chose to break his rule when it came to Lannisters. He wouldn't give the boy a chance to prove himself to him.
As Morgan waited, he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to the day's events. Today he'd be fighting in the melee, a place where his skills would show through much more excellently than in the tilts. It would be his first tourney, and while he didn't expect to win, he did expect himself to do quite well. He'd have to keep Winter locked in the tower, unfortunately. The wolf wouldn't distinguish the tourney from an actual fight, and he figured most people would be rather unhappy if his direwolf joined the fray.
Alerie Tyrell
Alerie was awoken when she heard a door slam shut. Her eyes fluttered open and she rang the bell for her handmaiden. The tinkling noise summoned Melessa, who helped her dress into a light blue, rather flowy dress made of silk. All of the girls' rooms had come with another room for their handmaidens, a luxury that Alerie was quite thankful for. Melessa wasn't only her handmaiden. She was also one of her dearest friends, and friends were quite hard to come by here in King's Landing.
Alerie had enjoyed the past four days quite a lot. The gardens of the Red Keep reminded her of Highgarden, though not nearly as extravagant. She'd gotten on well with Alianne rather well, although the girl didn't smile often. What she was most excited about however, was the tourney. Gallant knights, handsome warriors, well it was all enough to make the young girl faint. Although Alerie was much stronger and more controlled than that.
Alerie dismissed Melessa to go break her fast with the other servants, while Alerie made her way down to the dining hall. There she discovered Morgan Stark, as well as his direwolf, Winter, an animal that was much more friendly than it seemed. "Lord Stark, Winter. It appears that we are the first two up this morning," Alerie said politely, ever the diplomat.
Okay time skip is about to commence. Buckle up and prepare for a journey
Okie dokie once we get @Lionheart's character in, we're going to timeskip a few days to the tournament.
Well, I was holding off on posting in the IC to see if iSuspect would PM me. Still haven't heard anything so I'm gonna go ahead and post sometime today.
We shall await your post XD
Finn Lockhart
@Ace of flames01
Finn heard Cole give the command to him and Ace to get them a car. He scanned the area around him and Ace. They were both hidden behind a wall, but from what Finn could see there were at least four guards, and probably more inside. Just breathe Finn. Just breathe. Finn thought. He took a deep breath, then turned to Ace and nodded his head, signaling that he was about to start this. "We'll need to take out the guys out here first, then we can deal with the inside. Now let's go," he said before moving from their hiding space. He quickly and quietly moved over to one of the guards. He stood up and slammed an elbow into the back of his head, sending him crumpling. The other three turned to him and he smiled, snapping his fingers to create a flame. "What, you're gonna bother with little ol' me?" he asked sarcastically. The first three fireballs hit the guards' walkie talkies. The next three hit the barrel of their guns, melting them shut. Maybe I just need to let off some steam, but they're not getting off easy Finn though. The last fireball hit one of the guards straight in the face, sending him flying back, and screaming. "Now who's ready to have some fun?"
@Ace of flames01
Finn heard Cole give the command to him and Ace to get them a car. He scanned the area around him and Ace. They were both hidden behind a wall, but from what Finn could see there were at least four guards, and probably more inside. Just breathe Finn. Just breathe. Finn thought. He took a deep breath, then turned to Ace and nodded his head, signaling that he was about to start this. "We'll need to take out the guys out here first, then we can deal with the inside. Now let's go," he said before moving from their hiding space. He quickly and quietly moved over to one of the guards. He stood up and slammed an elbow into the back of his head, sending him crumpling. The other three turned to him and he smiled, snapping his fingers to create a flame. "What, you're gonna bother with little ol' me?" he asked sarcastically. The first three fireballs hit the guards' walkie talkies. The next three hit the barrel of their guns, melting them shut. Maybe I just need to let off some steam, but they're not getting off easy Finn though. The last fireball hit one of the guards straight in the face, sending him flying back, and screaming. "Now who's ready to have some fun?"
I'm actually really excited to play the Tyrell Ward cause she's gonna be all prim and proper but she's probably going to poison no less than five people and she's just going to be such a badass disguised as a little lady.
Alerie Tyrell
Alerie's journey hadn't been particularly long. Little over two weeks but that didn't phase the girl. She'd had every luxury on th trip to King's Landing. Right now she was sitting on a cushion in a light, green dress, waiting as her carriage plodded along. Currently she was practicing her needlework, sewing the Tyrell rose onto a patch of cloth. She heard the gates open and then, the commotion in the streets. She looked out her window as peasants bustled about, haggling and shouting at one another. Oh I don't envy the peasants one bit She thought as the carriage went through the streets. When it arrived in the courtyard she gracefully descended, quickly followed by her handmaiden, Melessa. A servant greeted her and she smiled at the man. "I am Lady Alerie Tyrell of Highgarden. I assume you are to show me to my room. So be it," she said, following the servant up to the common room, where she noticed that many of the Wards had already arrived. "Well you all are quite the raucous bunch aren't you?" She wasn't used to all the commotion that was going on in the common room. Nor was she used to people keeping wild animals as pets, though she guessed that she was to be here for a while, she'd have to learn. Still, she couldn't help but cast a disdainful look at the lynx, and the two direwolves that sat near what were quite obviously the Stark children.
Morgan Stark
Morgan smiled at the blonde girl before standing up and bowing. [color=silver]"Morgan Stark, at your service m'lady. Based off of the faint smell of the ocean, you must be Robyn Greyjoy," he said, smiling. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a boy and a particularly wild looking girl entered the common room as well. "Well you must be Beregard Baratheon. You however have me at a loss," he said, before a rather attractive, ginger girl dressed all in riding leathers entered and, in a rather rude tone, made a snarky comment about wolves and stags. Her nature caused Winter and Echo to snarl, although Morgan waved Winter back down. He went over to the girl and smiled. "Alyssa Arryn I presume. A pleasure." He then made his way back to his sister, where she whispered her worries in his ear. The two had always been thick as thieves, and they shared everything together. However, where Morgan found himself at home with others, Manasa was not so welcoming. "Sister, you worry too much. We'll be fine," he whispered. Suddenly, a tan boy came running from a room and knocked the Arryn girl aside. He smiled as the boy took a snake out from a suit of armor. He was dressed quite simply, and if Morgan hadn't taken the time to study who was going to be his fellow wards for the next few years, then he might have mistaken him for a servant. However, Morgan knew otherwise. The discolored skin only confirmed his theory. "And to everyone who doesn't know, this is Prince Mikael Martell's son, Prince Artoran Sand," he said, offering a smile. He figured that most would be shocked to find that they had been grouped with a bastard, though Morgan wasn't so easily angered. He judged people by actions, not by names.
Alerie's journey hadn't been particularly long. Little over two weeks but that didn't phase the girl. She'd had every luxury on th trip to King's Landing. Right now she was sitting on a cushion in a light, green dress, waiting as her carriage plodded along. Currently she was practicing her needlework, sewing the Tyrell rose onto a patch of cloth. She heard the gates open and then, the commotion in the streets. She looked out her window as peasants bustled about, haggling and shouting at one another. Oh I don't envy the peasants one bit She thought as the carriage went through the streets. When it arrived in the courtyard she gracefully descended, quickly followed by her handmaiden, Melessa. A servant greeted her and she smiled at the man. "I am Lady Alerie Tyrell of Highgarden. I assume you are to show me to my room. So be it," she said, following the servant up to the common room, where she noticed that many of the Wards had already arrived. "Well you all are quite the raucous bunch aren't you?" She wasn't used to all the commotion that was going on in the common room. Nor was she used to people keeping wild animals as pets, though she guessed that she was to be here for a while, she'd have to learn. Still, she couldn't help but cast a disdainful look at the lynx, and the two direwolves that sat near what were quite obviously the Stark children.
Morgan Stark
Morgan smiled at the blonde girl before standing up and bowing. [color=silver]"Morgan Stark, at your service m'lady. Based off of the faint smell of the ocean, you must be Robyn Greyjoy," he said, smiling. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a boy and a particularly wild looking girl entered the common room as well. "Well you must be Beregard Baratheon. You however have me at a loss," he said, before a rather attractive, ginger girl dressed all in riding leathers entered and, in a rather rude tone, made a snarky comment about wolves and stags. Her nature caused Winter and Echo to snarl, although Morgan waved Winter back down. He went over to the girl and smiled. "Alyssa Arryn I presume. A pleasure." He then made his way back to his sister, where she whispered her worries in his ear. The two had always been thick as thieves, and they shared everything together. However, where Morgan found himself at home with others, Manasa was not so welcoming. "Sister, you worry too much. We'll be fine," he whispered. Suddenly, a tan boy came running from a room and knocked the Arryn girl aside. He smiled as the boy took a snake out from a suit of armor. He was dressed quite simply, and if Morgan hadn't taken the time to study who was going to be his fellow wards for the next few years, then he might have mistaken him for a servant. However, Morgan knew otherwise. The discolored skin only confirmed his theory. "And to everyone who doesn't know, this is Prince Mikael Martell's son, Prince Artoran Sand," he said, offering a smile. He figured that most would be shocked to find that they had been grouped with a bastard, though Morgan wasn't so easily angered. He judged people by actions, not by names.
Loving the posts so far guys! I'm going to get Alerie's post up and then another Morgan one, and then the only Wards left to appear are Lannister and Tully. The Targaryens are welcome to appear whenever they please, seeing as how they live in the castle. @Xenonia's characters are going to get a chance to get involved pretty soon seeing as how we'll have a tourney coming up.
I'm a little late to the party but good luck Obscene!!!
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