The Eyrie is one of the most impressive fortresses of Westeros. Built upon a tall, bare mountain it is said to be impregnable. It boasts an impressive defensive position but one than cannot be inhabited during the winter. Its ability to safely incarcerate prisoners is another feature of the castle that many speak of. The Sky Cells and Moon Door provide two torturous threats for the enemies of House Arryn.
The Giant's Lance: The Eyrie is situated at the peak of the Giant's Lance, the highest mountain in all Westeros, and is further protected by the Gates of the Moon at the mountain's feet, and the three smaller castles of 'Stone', 'Snow' and 'Sky'. It is considered virtually impenetrable to any besieger foolhardy or unfortunate enough to have to attack it. +6 to siege defense rolls.
The Sky Cells: The Eyrie's prisons, the Sky Cells, are small open shelves in the mountainside that ever-so-slightly slant downward. They are notorious for terrifying their unlucky occupants so greatly that many choose to commit suicide than to continue to rot there, in danger of simply rolling off the edge in their sleep every night and constantly exposed to the elements. Escape is impossible from the Eyrie. Additionally, all prisoners have a 2/20 chance each year to die while in the Eyrie.
Flee to nowhere: Capture rolls of all characters in the Eyrie are increased by +2 chance of capture
Upgrades
Tier I
Market Square: +10% income Mounted Light Ballistae: Increases dragon death chances by +1, in siege battles, increases defender archery rolls by +1 City Watch Quarters: 400 Light Infantry permanently stationed in your home territory. Cannot be moved elsewhere. Militia Armoury: +250 Land Levy Points Keep Expansions: +25% castle garrison size permitted Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defence rolls
Tier II
City Watch Barracks: 200 Archers permanently stationed in your home territory. Cannot be moved elsewhere.
Town Watch: +250 Land Levy Points, 5% cheaper professional troop hire. Merchant's Square: +10% province income Keep Expansions: +50% castle garrison size permitted Citadel Towers: +1 Siege Defence rolls Mounted Medium Ballistae: Increases dragon death chances by +2, in siege battles, increases defender archery rolls by +2
Tier III Keep Expansions: +100% castle garrison size permitted. Holdfast: +1 Siege Defence rolls. Holdfast acts as a second castle within the first, which has the basic +siege bonus plus the Tier I and Tier II bonuses. Will survive a 6 month (3.5 day) siege from when the outer castle falls.
Barracks: +500 Land Levy Points, 10% cheaper professional troop hire. Trade Hub: Allows owners of the province to gain an additional trade route. Mounted Heavy Ballistae: Increases dragon death chances by +3, in siege battles, increases defender archery rolls by +3 City Watch Fortifications: +2 to detection rolls against enemy armies entering your home territory. 100 Heavy Infantry permanently stationed in your home territory. Cannot be moved elsewhere.
Tier IV
Arryn Assets
Trade resources: House Dondarrion:armor; and House Reyne: Gold
Levy and Standing Forces
Heavy Infantry: 1,125
Light Infantry: 1,250
Archers: 1,000
Polearms: 1,000
Light Cavalry: 1,500
Heavy Cavalry: 500
ADD 950 POINTS BEFORE NEXT LEVY
Professional Soldiers
20,000 points
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A raven arrives from Prince Jacaerys for Lord Arryn's eyes only.
Dear uncle, I am sure word of Aegon's treachery has reached you already, so I will not tarry with pleasantries and inquiries into everyone's health. I pray everyone at the Eyrie is well in mind and body. The usurper has taken hold of King's Landing and even now organizes a court of rebels about him. We have organized a Council here at Dragonstone, to bring about the restoration of peace and order. I would ask you send a man (or woman) of your trust to represent the Vale and yourself in such a Council, until such a time as you and I may speak in person.
With love, your nephew, the Prince of Dragonstone.
ooc: The following will become widespread knowledge
Lucian paced outside the door of the birthing room. In all honesty he had expected that his wife was done bearing children. His youngest was almost a man grown, and their attempts up until now had been unrewarded. He did not hold this against Joanna, she had bore him four strong, healthy children. Women don't keep having babies forever. And yet here he stood, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his fifth. All he could do was pace back and forth until it was done.
In the chambers things were not looking hopeful. "She has past the prime of her hcildbearing years." the maester had warned. "It will be a difficult pregnancy and birth..." Yet they had done all they could. Prayers and offerings were made to the Mother, and the finest midwives had been brought from all over the Vale to preside over the birth. Lucian could hear Joanna's muffled screams as labor began. That was hours ago.
Joanna felt as if her lifeforce was slowly being drained from her body. Although she could not exactly figure out how, she had a premonition that she would not survive. The foresight only a mother could have, perhaps. She clutched the maester's sleeve. A single tear streamed down her cheek. "Save...the baby." It was all she could manage between pained, short gasps. The maester surveyed the situation. Blood was flowing freely, Joanna's strength was waning. Soon it would be too late. He had to take drastic measures. He had delivered four healthy babies from this woman before. He knew something was wrong. The baby was not coming.
"Hang in there my Lady." he said while massaging her torso. It was rigid. He took a knife and made a small incision, increasing its size slowly. Joanna gasped in pain but became weaker. Her head was swimming, she was growing cold. Men die in battle, and women on the bed, like this. she reflected. It was her last cogent thought before darkness took her.
The master slapped her cheek. "Joanna?" He paused momentarily. "She is gone..." Now the work truly began. The Maester opened the womb to reveal the baby, which he grasped and brought forth. It was blue in the face, suffocating. He attempted to revive it. Tragically, the little girl could not be brought back from the precipice of death, and the child followed her mother into the afterlife. The Maester shook his head in dismay, tears silently streaming down his cheek as the surrounding women cleaned the bodies, wrapped the baby in a white cloth, and set her beside Joanna. Joanna was covered, cleaned, and the maester went to break the news to Lucian.
When the door opened, Lucian rose expectedly. "A boy or a girl?"
"My lord..." The maester began...he looked bedraggled.
Lucian's heart sank. "What has happened?"
The maester merely shook his head. "It was a difficult pregnancy." he recited "Lady Joanna fought, but..."
"No." Lucian muttered, unwilling to believe it. "No, it cannot be." He rushed past the maester into the bedchamber and saw his wife, ashen. He ran to her side and grasped her hand. It was cold, lifeless. His head swam, he could scarcely comprehend the reality of the thing. A small bundle lay beside her. "A boy, or girl?" He asked, despair finally taking root.
"A little girl." The maester replied. Lucian almost felt contempt for the tiny swaddled thing that had robbed him of his wife. But what a foolish thing to think. He was just as culpable if the baby was.
A letter arrives by the wings of a raven, shortly after the winged emissary brought the proposal to Lady Helicent.
To Lord Lucian Arryn, Warden of the East and Lord of the Vale,
I am very happy to accept your offer, Lord Arryn. The union between the house Celtigar and the great house of Arryn will certainly temper the alliance we have already forged in the flames of this conflict. My only concerns lie with the timing and location fo the marriage, as travel may prove difficult in wartime. Nonetheless, I await your decision on the matter.
With recent events in Riverrun, Lord Harren Tully and his four sisters arrive at the Eyrie for the meantime of the war.
Being a ward of House Arryn now, the young Lord gazes amazed upon his new refugee, once he approached and entered it.
OOC: Sadly won't be able to RP on this, but just a clarification, to where my family moved now, if you plan to murder it.
I am pleased to hear of this idea of a betrothal. It is good that the wedding will coincide with our inexorable victory over the usurper, and I look forward to the day when our houses can be joined as allies through marriage.
A raven arrives, informing the Arryns of the Eyrie that the Queen Rhaenyra intends to send her two youngest sons, Aegon and Viserys, to foster at the Eyrie for the time being, when Dragonstone is potentially vulnerable. A kingsguard by the name of Ser Steffon Darklyn is supposed to escort them.
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He is greeted and hailed by Virgil Arryn, the castellan and son of Lucian Arryn, who had been invested with all the powers and offices necessary to govern the Vale. Robar was welcomed with pomp and ceremony, as would befit the occasion. He was welcomed into the solar. The moon door was shut, several heavily armored knights of the Vale stood guard, in parade attire. Virgin carried with him a large, blunted ceremonial sword.
"Ser Royce" His teenaged voice rang out, "Come forward."
Robar steps in front of Virgil and kneels in front of him. He wished Lord Arryn could be here, but from the sound of it negotiations in Oldtown were taking longer then expected.
Virgil raised the sword in a salute. "Ser Robar Royce, for your leal service in the wars to restore the rightful Queen to her throne your are hereby named Knight of the Bloody Gate. Let your example of chivalry and service be a testament and example to others of what it means to be a true knight. May the seven bless and guide you." He had done a good job of memorizing what Lucian had prepared for him to say.
Robar accepts the honor graciously, "I swear by the Old Gods and the New, By Fire and Ice, By Bronze and Iron, to faithfully execute the duties as the Knight of the Bloody Gate to the best of my ability." He was using an old form of the Oath one not often heard South of the neck, but still maintained at times by House Royce.
The Eyrie, Seat of House Arryn
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