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    Ormond Hightower


    Ormond Hightower had been sitting patiently and silently to the debate within the great hall of Highgarden. It had become obvious that the Reach was divided in two. Fossaway, Ashford, Caswell and the other northern lords wanted to march onto the Capital to aid Princess Rhaenyra while the lords closest to Oldtown demanded they swore loyalty to Prince Aegon. He had noticed Lord Tyrell had remained silent also. Ormond told himself that Tyrell would not make a decision without his voice being heard.

    After all had been heard Tyrell stood and turned his eyes onto him. “Lord Ormond, you were Hand to two kings, one of whom was wedded to your niece, what is your say on this?”
    Ormond allowed the silence to hold so he had all the halls full attention. “I have no opinion my lords, i can merely say what is right and what is the law.”
    He let out a small sigh, not loudly obvious, but discreet enough to feign sadness.
    “The law is the law, a male heir comes before a woman and that includes the dragons.I shall march to aid my kin, any man who wishes to join me may do so, but i do not wish to sit here and debate the matter further, the true heir of the throne needs our aid immediately.”

    He raised himself from his seat, either side of him Florent and Mullendore joined him walking to the exit. From behind he could hear Loras Tyrell in a grim but fierce voice.“My Lords, you shall not bring fire and destruction to the reach as the Gardeners did. I request you remain here as my guests in till peace is more of a certainty.

    Alan Tarly stood at the door with heartsbane with Geryn and Meros Tyrell at either side of him. His hand swiftly went for his blade, the lords at his side joined him. He rushed Tarly, getting in close before the Valyrian Steels length was used against him, slicing his challengers calf, Tarly fell to his knees.
    He pulled his sword back to end him quickly, Geryn had dived parry his lunge at the last second. Florent and Mullendore came rushing in from behind, distracting the Tyrells for enough time for him to flee. He ran out of the hall allowing his recent found allies to fend for themselves.




    Loras Tyrell


    Loras Tyrell remained in his seat while Florent and Mullendore were dragged in chains to the cells of Highgarden. The commotion within the hall was monstrous, men on either side where screaming and threatening each other, none had drawn blades but it would be soon enough.


    “Silence! I will not have any more violence within my hall. This is the exact reason i will not join this conflict, i will not have the Reach tear itself into two.”"If you wish to join the oncoming war you can drag yourselves to either dragon, but you will keep your levies within the Reach! Anyone defies this order i will strip land and title from you.”

    Silence swiftly flooded the hall. “Now i suggest you retire for the night, in the morning we will discuss plans to keep the Reach secure. The following people are to join me in the study. My brothers, Lord Tarly, Lord Redwyne and Maester Dux.”

    He moved towards the exit with his household guard surrounding him. Once inside the study he had the maids light a fire and bring in flagons of wine.

    “Lord Tarly, how is your leg?” The maester had been trying to examine it but the stubborn old man kept pushing him away. “It will heal in time, not soon enough i imagine.” He took a seat by the fire and took a sip of wine. “Right my lords, what do we do? We cannot have this civil war brought to us, we can not remain silent without consequences either."
    Maester Dux gave a small cough drawing his attention. “Yes Maester, you have something to say?”
    The maester face was stone, impossible to read, but his voice was chirpier than he would of liked.“I suggest we pander to both sides, gift resources enough that we can be seen as aiding, but not too much to draw attention from either side.” It was the smart thing to do, but his own men were more of a concern.
    The maester seemed to of realised this.
    “To keep the population happy, a distraction is needed. A tournament would be fine suited, your sister and brothers are yet betrothed. Weddings are almost as distracting as tourneys. If we invite the other kingdoms, we are sure to find suitable matches as well as secure some much needed alliances.

    The idea of a tournament amused him, he did love watching the lists and it would indeed be a suitable distraction for not only the high born but the smallfolk as well. “Very well, send out ravens, to each of the seven kingdoms. Make sure to declare our neutrality, offer safe passage and to remind them that a tournament doesn’t require an army to escort them. Make sure to send a raven to both Dragonstone and Kings Landing as well, we can not be seen as to choosing sides, nor dare to insult them.”

    The Maester left the study, he faced the remaining men.“Tarly, you are to injured to command. I ask you remain at Highgarden and oversee training new troops. Redwyne, return to the Arbor and bring your fleet to the mouth of the Mander, the Ironborn love any excuse to raid and we can not allow the dispute over the throne to give them easy targets along our coast.”
    He turned to his brothers.“Geryn, you are to take our main host to the crossing south of us, if Otto Hightower wishes to follow his uncle into battle, we can not let them pass Highgarden. Meros, you shall take your forces and keep an eye on the Kingswood, the Storm Lords never say no to a tourney, but they love battle just as much. Make sure you allow only a personal guard to escort them through our lands.
    Now if there is anything else, i suggest we take rest for the night, we have a long and slow series of events ahead of us”.
    Tarly had made a move towards the door and stopped.
    “My Lord, i would’ve died today if it was not for your brother, a debt i can not repay.”
    Loras laughed, “You are a good and loyal man Tarly, that is good enough payment in our eyes.”
    Tarly sighed and lowered his head. “No my Lord, it is not. My son is still an infant, my years are waning and i fear i will not step foot on a battlefield again”.
    He moved towards Geryn and took a knee in front of him. He placed Heartsbane at Geryn’s feet.
    “I offer you my sword for the battles to come, let it be my presence within the field of battle, return it to my son once he comes of age, i fear i shall not outlive this war.”
    Geryn held Heartsbane in his hands, “You do me and my house great honor lord Tarly, i will do as you request, i swear by the seven that the blade will see no acts of dishonor.”


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    Greens - http://www.mediafire.com/file/edm9pb...D_Greens_1.sav

    I'll be sure to post something on turn three.

    This poor little thing is getting rather dusty.

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    An arrow soured through the air and crashed dead center at it's target. The archer, a young women with raven black locks and ocean blue eyes, smirked at her success as she lowered her finely carved bow at the sound of footsteps approaching. "Uncle," she addressed the man with a smile and rested her hands on the bow that stood, one end planted in the dirt beneath her feet. "is it time already?" Her uncle was Davos Baratheon, a tall man with broad shoulders and the same Baratheon traits one expects of the family line. He wore simple plate over his leather jerkin, lightly armored, but armored enough. "Are we expecting a fight?"

    Ser Davos smiled. "Always expect a fight, Cass."

    She gave a swift nod to acknowledge the wisdom, before nocking another arrow in place.

    "Your coming dressed like that?" Davos asked, noting the girls attire fit more for hunting than a girl going to a tourney.

    "And why not?" She asked, letting the arrow fly. It hit dead center.

    Davos did not care to argue, she was not his daughter. He didn't have a daughter.

    "No reason," he uttered. "but we really must be going. The roses will wilt in the sun if we dally."

    She smiled. "A shame that, no?"

    Davos smirked. "Quite the shame."

    They departed from the archery range towards the courtyard, where the sound of men singing could be heard.

    "Oh Durrandon would raise his hands;

    and mourn this very day;

    for his children lost the land;

    in arrogance they paid."

    A song of the old Storm Kings. Ser Davos knew it well, as it was quite popular with the men and smallfolk alike.

    "Do you hear the thunder roar?

    Awake O Stormlord

    Stand with me we'll fight the war!

    Awake O Stormlord."


    The escort consisted of most household knights and men-at-arms, all tasked with the protection of the lords daughter. They were clad in hard leather and plate with yellow-gold cloaks n black trim, boasting the colors of their lords house. The Baratheon Stag flew proudly, above the walls, and above those men given the honor of carrying the banner. Haft were mounted already while the other haft finished preparations.

    "There will come a day when the Storm will come;

    and return him to his place.

    There will come a day when the Storm will come;

    and free us from our chains."

    The song, called simply 'Stormlord', boasted the return of the Storm Kings of old and freedom from the Targaryen conquers. Or, in earshot of the dragons, it was a song of ones pride in the Stormlands rich and storied history. Or there were some few that claimed it was about removing the Baratheon 'usurpers' from Storm's End and installing one of the many that claimed kinship from Durran's many bastards.

    "Do you hear the thunder roar?

    Awake O Stormlord

    Stand with me we'll fight the war!

    Awake O Stormlord."

    Without further delay Davos mounted the black destrier that was brought over to him, while Cass had already jumped into the saddle of her horse, named Argella, a chestnut brown mare. They left the safety of Storm's End and began their travels out into the world, towards Highgarden and whatever the gods had in store for them. Cass had a glowing smile on her lips as her childhood home vanished into the distance.

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    A slight tap on the door snapped Aegon back to his senses. “Brother, its Aemond, may I enter?”

    “Of course, come in.” With that his younger brother entered the study while Aegon blinked the sleep from his eyes. “You look tired.” Aegon merely smirked. He had been shut away in his study for nigh on a week, writing. He wrote letters of business, state, and diplomacy. Many messages were exchanged between him and the boy who delivered the mail. So much so, that the boy had a small pillow upon which his head lay.

    “I just need to finish this business.” He motioned to the pile of papers seemingly taking over his desk.

    “You could defeat an army with the amount of ink you’ve cost the kingdom,” Aemond stated, smiling in turn. Aegon seemed to realize his hands were nearly pitch black with ink. When was the last time I rode Sunfyre?

    “Aye, and would that I could feed mine own men with paper.” A poor attempt at humor, but both brothers shared a laugh. Aemond seemed to shed his loose attitude, and grew stern.

    “Is there any news?” Aegon took a moment to gather his thoughts. Despite his recent nap, exhaustion still nagged at him.

    “Many ravens have been sent out to every lord of the land. I’m in the process of convincing some to join us, whilst others would prefer to remain neutral, until a victor is clear.” He took a sip of stagnant wine. “Who can blame them? It was I who started this whole thing, and rightfully I who should end it.”

    “It wasn’t your fault. If Cole hadn’t killed Lord Beesbury, then you would have had time to make a decision. I don’t believe you made the decision, but it was made for you.”

    “I appreciate your sentiment brother, but the kingdom won’t see it that way, especially to the family of Lord Beesbury. I’ve almost finished the letter of apology to them, but I fear they would sooner burn it then read it.” Aegon stood, and looked out the window. The moon had defeated the sun, and now held sway over the land.
    Sensing the subject was a difficult one, Aemond sought to change it. “Have you heard word that Lord Loras means to host a tournament?”

    “Of course I have.”

    “Surely you mean to attend?”

    “Unfortunately I cannot spare myself the absence, as my work is unfinished, and would condemn me to another week long confinement here.” He sighed, imagining such a horrible fate. “And I would have neither you, nor Daeron attend.” Aegon suffered a quizzical look from Aemond and replied, “With father’s death being so recent, do you not wonder if they celebrate his death? Or even better, that our house has begun a civil war on the right to rule?”

    “If that is the case, then they would not have included us in the invitation.”

    “You’re right, as usual, though, they did send an invitation to our sister as well.” Aemond held back his immediate response of anger, and simply asked, “Have you given any reply?”

    “No. As it stands, I would prefer not to send anyone, as it could possibly be a trap, but I wish to send someone to represent the ‘Greens’, as they’re calling us.” He paused, and turned from the moon’s calming gaze. “It is my will that Marston Waters of the Kingsguard represent our side of House Targaryen. I’ve also written to ‘Queen’ Rhaenyra, stating that her champion, if chosen, will not be molested by our forces as a show of good will. However, if she doesn’t send a representative, which may give us a better chance to sway Lord Loras from neutrality.” The king stretched, and smiled at his brother. “Enough of such politics, let us ride upon the wind for once.”
    Not needing to be told twice, Aemond left the study, and called for the servants to prepare their dragons’ saddles. Aegon hung back, and sealed his latest letter with wax, and set it under the errand boy’s head. It’s been too long since either of us had a decent flight, he thought, knowing Sunfyre would be anxious to escape his cage. With that, the King left his office, and prepared for the awakening of a lifetime.
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    Arryn up. Will RP tonight.
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    Admin up https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B-...1JZeGN0bi1xMnc

    Maester Bonifer sat in his chamber with a candle in his left hand and in his right some old tome that outlined the differences between the fashion of the First Men and Andals. A raven of import hadn't arrived in days, those that did come were from minor lords, squabbling about which house had ownership over some hill or mountain. Just as he reached the section about the footwear of the inhabitants of the Neck, the flapping wings of a raven filled his ear. Bonifer continued reading, until the bird became so loud that it was unbearable. With a loud sigh he got up and unattached the note, quickly noticing the wax seal of House Targaryen. It was late and his lord was already asleep in the Moon Tower, this letter would have to be handed to him in the morning.


    Bonifer slowly dragged himself out of bed, hoping he had not overslept as he had done many times before. The Maester sent the bird back to King's Landing, then put on his robe and chain. Bonifer waddled out of the door of his chamber, slapping himself on the head and cursing when he had to go back in, forgetting to take the letter with him. When he arrived at the High Hall, the table was already set with breakfast, porridge, honey, milk, fried eggs, fried bread and bacon lined the table. The smell of the food filled Bonifer with excitement and he quickly walked to the table, throwing himself into a seat towards the end of the table, near to Lord Arryn's grandchildren. When the meal was done and servants had collected the plates, Bonifer got out of his seat and moved next to Harrold Arryn and handed him the letter.


    "My Lord, a letter from House Targaryen"


    Harrold took the letter and broke its wax seal. Lord Arryn read the letter with a strong frown upon his face. With a hint of shock in his tone, he spoke.


    "An awful event. The King is dead, now King Aegon II has taken his place. Viserys' dying wish so it says... This is the first time I've heard of Viserys holding such a wish. Was the throne not promised to my niece, Bonifer?"


    This was a rhetorical question, Harrold knew very much of Viserys' wish for his daughter to take his place.


    "Well, my lord, it would seem that he may of changed his mind on his deathbed. It is of course the law of the realm tha-"


    Harrold raised his hand, interrupting the Maester mid sentence and raised his voice.


    "I know what the customs and traditions are, but a promise is a promise. I knew the King well, he would not have uttered those words of dishonour and mockery when he had already selected his heir. It would seem to me that the Hightower Witch has spread her dark roots in King's Landing, making the place even more disgusting and dishonest than it already was. This letter is a vile lie composed by the spiders and snakes that make their nests and dens in that filthy city. They could've even murdered the King, I wouldn't put it above them. I had warned him many times of the foul creatures that lived in that city, playing their little games and making their plots. Viserys was a brother and a friend, no doubt his kind nature led him to not see the web of lies and deceit that those around him had spun. The Hightower wanted her children on the throne, and she would do anything to have it so!"


    The anger was clear in Harrold's face, aswell as a small hint of sadness. His frown was deep and his fists clenched. Harrold, raised a hand to his bearded chin and pondered for a minute or two.


    "Bonifer, send a letter to Dragonstone, Josten shall be paying his cousin a visit."


    Bonifer bowed and responded.


    "At once my lord"


    Lord Arryn stood up, giving his sons a look and nodded for them to follow him. Joffrey and Josten stood up and followed their father to a room more private.


    The young rotund Maester waddled back to his quarters, where he was greeted by the familiar squawk of a raven. Bonifer took the note again, this time it bore the wax seal of House Tyrell. He sighed deeply as he would have to deliver it once more to his Lord, who would no doubt be in a poor mood.

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    Ok so one turn in, really enjoying the RP everyone, please keep it up as we get into the Hotseat proper.
    One annoyance for me is for the player that changed the name of the save to DD_faction please don't do this again, its a minor thing but the saves are DotD_faction.
    Nobody needs fear any admin faction shenanigans in the first number of turns, apart from Parafix cause he was rude and didn't invite the Martell's to his tourney.
    Nevertheless, let the second turn begin - http://www.mediafire.com/file/xekm4u...annister_2.sav

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    I technically aint invited anyone but Storms End to the tourney. I sadly do not have a personal Maester to send messages on my behalf while i'm working.

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    William Reyne was standing next to his proud mare, dark as the night's sky and fast as a storm. Fire he named him many years ago when he was still a lot younger but already a fighter, but nowadays they were both not just older, but also smarter. Westernlands didn't saw many battles in the last years, ocassionaly some Ironborn raid here or there, but for the most part there was peace, so seeing so many soldiers mobilizing again was somehow odd to him. Banners were everywhere and in all possible colors, but most of them were red and gold, colors of House Lannister.
    In the distance he saw a mighty rock, like a lonely finger streched out from the earth and on top of it one of the mightiest castles in Westeros, Casterly Rock. They weren't moving anywhere yet, but that doesn't mean they weren't ready to move – despite tousands of tents on the fields before him they were extremely effective and could be on the move till evening. Lord Reyne wasn't a big politician or diplomat, he didn't care that much whom should they support in the comming war as long as he is fighting honorably for his liege lord and Jason Lannister was the one who William respected fully.

    ğMeditating againĞ a known laugh came from his back and suddenly there was Jason standing right beside him, following his gaze upon the war camp.

    ğMy lord, didn't expect you so soonĞ said William and bowed with his head a bit. ğWasn't used to see so many men on one spot to be honest. Our last battles could be described as skirmishes compared to thatĞ he gestures with his hand before them.

    ğIndeedĞ nodded Jason. ğMen were really eager to come once they hear my call, and there are still more to come once we begin our march. Seems like we aren't the only one itching to do some fighting.Ğ
    ğYour brother will join us Jason?Ğ

    ğNo, he isn't as bloodthirsty as we are WilliamĞ said Lord of Casterly Rock while laughing. ğBesides I always need someone to take care of the ravens and all those things. You know I was never good with it while Tyland can't start his day without first writing some letters or edicts.Ğ

    They both smiled and talked of their past adventures for some more time while the sun was slowly ascending towards its peak, midday was near and the heat was greater then William expected. Down bellow was very lively – soldiers were walking from tent to tent, some were practising with their bows, swords and spears while others were sitting, eating, drinking or playing different games. William knew that there will be even louder towards the evening unless their war preparations continues which was still unknown.

    ğTime to do some riding, there is always need of improving our skill. Your Fire up to it?Ğ suddenly asked Jason with grinning face.

    ğAlways, but what if some raven…Ğ

    ğIt will wait. Soldiers are enjoying, so why shouldn't we? Would you like to stand here all day, pondering about the meaning of life?Ğ Before William was even able to respond him Lord Jason already turned around and William soon followed him on top of his horse. This time he was decided will defeat Jason. At least when talking about riding skills as in swordplay he was no match for his liege lord.



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    I still dont have any Loyalty on my heir.Luume?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hannibal2001 View Post
    I still dont have any Loyalty on my heir.Luume?
    Loyalty isn't important for your heir, he won't rebel. Also, your faction leader will most likely die soon, so. Everything will work out.

    This poor little thing is getting rather dusty.

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    Alert has a point about the FL death, the guys 80-something, he wont be around for long.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alertoverlord View Post
    Loyalty isn't important for your heir, he won't rebel. Also, your faction leader will most likely die soon, so. Everything will work out.
    He is 75 he will die i was afraid that he will turn rebellious in this time.Thanks

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    A week after king Viserys's death Aegon is crowned as king and his sister-wife Helena as queen.He sends his brother Aemond to the great houses of westeros that havent declared for Rhaenyra and bring them to their side.Aemond 'one-eye' as some call him was a fierce warrior with an eye replaced by rubin after losing the other one.He rode the monstrous Vhagar the largest dragon at that time and the last living dragon of Aegons Conquest.
    With the news of her brothers betrayal Rhaenyra who was with child rages with fury losing the pregnancy.She sends her sons to call her supporters to arms but who knows how many will respond?
    In the Riverlands Elmo Tully speaks with his grandfather whos condition is getting worse day after day.
    "How are you feeling my lord?"
    "Death is at my doorstep smiling watching me coming to her how would i feel?You have something to say to me?"
    "King Viserys is dead."
    "So Rhaenyra is finally queen mhm?Im afraid i wont be able to attend at her coronation."
    With a silent voice Elmo tells his grandfather the horrible news.
    "Aegon has been crowned king..."
    Lord Tullys face changed drastically he knew what this meant.With disspointment he speaks:
    "Seven hells i knew this was coming but i prayed not to.A war for a damn chair.That fool should've changed the succesion when he had the chance.Now all Westeros must pay for his mistake."
    "I dont know what to do i fear for my decision will kill us.What should i do who should i choose?"
    "The lives of rulers are always in danger no matter what decision they make.Aegon may have the largest dragon in Westeros but Rhaenyra has more dragons than him.In this times thats a good start.The Riverlands are the closest to Aegon so he will ask you first to bend the knee.The 'Sea Snake' will help Rhaenyra tho and he has the largest fleet in Westeros so no matter who you choose they will be able to attack us.Did you call the banners?"
    "I did."
    "Good.Dont bend the knee to any of them until you see which one has the most support."
    "But we swored an oath to Rhaenyra"
    "I swored an oath not you"Lord Tully beguns to cough terribly.
    "Listen to me boy in this world honor will not save you nor your family.Do what you must but do it for your family. *cough*cough* Now leave me to die"
    Elmo leaves the room and is heading outside the castle.He meets with his son on the way.
    "Kermit you sent all the ravens?"
    "I did all the lords have responded our call to arms except for the freys."
    "It was expected they hate us since we've received the Riverlands.Let them hide on their bridge."
    "We've also received news from the Reach.Apperently the Tyrells are organising a tourney.Its incredible how westeros is now at war and they want to this?"
    "Its a smart move Kermit.The lords will gather at that tourney and discuss the situation while the people are enjoying it.What about the other houses?"
    "Nothing of interest however there are rumors that the Greyjoy are preparing for reaving."
    "Thats worrying Westeros is vulnerable especially now.Send troops north and tell the Mallisters to prepare the fleet in case of anything."
    Walking around the castle the two see Steffon Tully.
    "There he is my favourite nephew and his son.Heard you spoke to my father.What lies have you told him now?"
    "Dont dare to speak like that to my father."
    "Ouhhh look who who has some courage."
    "Kermit leave us"
    Kermit leaves them however looking with anger at Steffon.
    "What do you want uncle?"
    "Heard fathers condition is getting worse."
    "Does it pleases you?"
    "He is my father isnt he?No matter how fool he is to leave you Riverrun."
    Elmo puts the hand on his sword ready to draw.
    "Wow wow easy there we dont want trouble.Who knows perhaps you'll make a good ruler and perhaps not.Now we need to stand togheter."
    He puts his hand around his nephews shoulder.
    "Rhaenyra is not going to be queen we both know that.Who would support a woman?Now Aegon has the most support so why would we stand against him?Lets fight for him."
    "I will be the lord of Riverrun i decide who is and who is not worthy of our support.You will do as i command no matter who i choose."
    Elmo leaves his uncle furios and takes his horse riding out of the castle




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    Baratheon https://www.mediafire.com/?nla2ras56v67umu

    I'll edit the post later with RP.

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    "Roars from the west, lions and all. From their high rocks, they'll answer the call." The great hall of Fawnton was not so great, but it was a hall, with thick oaken rafters holding up a steep roof. The dais was wide and high, big enough that a dozen could be feasted on the high table in comfort and a household more beneath the salt, maybe more if they removed the proud statues that lined the walls. Tapestries rot, paintings fade...but statues were forever. Upon their arrival at the castle Lord Cafferen had ordered a feast prepared and the gathered moved to their separate corners as the servants prepared the tables, drink, food and other such necessities. Within the hour the table was set with strong ale, bread and meats. Davos sat the the end closest to the highchair, Cass to his right and Lord Fell to his left. The latter had joined them a few days past. The air filled with the sounds of merriment as the feast began.

    "From the high throne, comes the voices of kings. Far to the east, through storms they will sing." The sound of singing could be heard from the men-at-arms of Cafferen and Fell.

    "So, My Lord." Lord Cafferen began, swallowing a mouthful of food and tossing the bone to his dog that sat beside his chair. "Looking forward to the tourney?"

    "Aye," Davos replied, putting down his tankard of ale. "should be quite something I hear. That or the greatest trap Westeros has ever seen..."

    "Trap?" Cafferen raised an eyebrow. "You've suspicions?"

    "With the Tyrells? Always." Davos answered, taking a gulp of his ale.

    "A wise man is always cautious, my father always told me."

    "My father spoke highly of him." Davos said, recalling how his father had praised the old Lord Cafferen more than once. That being said, he praised most of his bannermen on occasion.

    Cafferen smiled. "Aye, and mine of yours."

    "Guards of the north, sing their songs of the snow. Shields will falter and many will fall." The singing continued in the background, with the occasional clanging of tankards.

    "Coming with us Cafferen?" Lord Fell asked, sipping from his wine.

    "I'd be honored." He replied without hesitation. "If you'll have me that is, Ser Davos."

    Davos waved it off. "Gladly my lord, the more the merrier."

    "Aye," Lord Fell took another sip. "gladly."

    A cheer came from the back oft he hall, where the men finished their song.

    "Time has come for us all!"

    "To answer the call!"

    Ser Davos apparently has the most musical men in the Stormlands. House Tyrell is Up! - http://www.filedropper.com/dotdtyrell2

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    The Battle of the Mander


    The Hightower forces could be seen across the narrow crossing of the Mander. From what the scouts could tell the Knights of Oldtown had avoided the crossing and had moved northwards up the Kingsroad lead by the Lord of the Port. The move was strange, Highgarden sat between them and road northwards, with the larger Tyrell force garrisoned outside. There was little chance of them passing without blood being spilled. He had done his duty and sent ravens to Highgarden, warning his brother of the possible attack, but his focus was Lord Hightowers nephew. Ormond had brought the larger force of southern reach infantry to the crossing. From the distance, the flags bearing the sigils of Florent, Mullendore, Cuy and Hightower were flying above a host of several thousand men.


    The terrain was in his favor, on his side of the river large mud walls had been built up to force the enemy into a narrow passage. His spears had taken the centre of this passage, with their newly crafted reinforced kite shields to create a wall to throw the enemy back into the River. If the spear line was to fall, he had his experienced and well equipped swords to push back any advance. Behind him lay 5 seperate sections of archers and crossbowmen. They had been assigned the role to volley over the front line into the river, taking down as many men as possible before they reached their side of the crossing.
    His cavalry lay in the rear, he did not expect them to have any use within the battle, they had been ordered to retreat to Goldengrove if the battle decided to go against them.

    As he examined his men, a scout had ran up to him. “My Lord, Hightower approaches under a flag of truce, he awaits you in the crossing”. Geryn gazed his eyes to the river, he could see the outline of Ormund on horseback within the river. “Very well, let us begin” he faced his captain, “if anything goes wrong, release every arrow into the old man”. The captain responded with a simple nod and ran off. Geryn jumped onto his horse and made his way down to the River.

    When he arrived at the centre, Ormund started before he could even greet him in return.
    “Lay down your forces boy, my uncle rides north to crush your brother, once Highgarden falls you have nowhere to run. Surrender and take up arms against the Kings enemies and i’m sure he’ll forgive your treason”.
    Geryn could not help but laugh. “Oldtown marches on Highgarden, the only treason here is yours, i will fear the dragons wrath the day they have done devouring themselves, i however do not fear you.”
    Ormund did not hide his anger, his tone less mocking and now full of rage. “So be it, let us fight, i will be glad to send your brother your head.” He drew his sword.
    “You are under a banner of truce, you dare dishonor yourself more?” He pulled Heartsbane from his back accepting the challenge.
    The moment he had unsheathed the blade, horns where blowing from behind his foe, the Hightower force was charging. He would not be seen running back to his men as a coward, he would not shame the Tyrell name. He kicked his horse and started to charge, from behind he could his captain screaming “To your commander, charge men, charge!”

    Both challengers rode at each other, the horses unable to gather much speed in the water, he reared his horse to avoid Ormunds attack and placed Heartsbane into the eye of his beast. He could not help but laugh looking at his challenger struggling to pull himself up out of the water, he moved closer to finish him. The old man had rolled to his side, swinging his sword fanatically at his mount, finally slashing its front left leg. Geryn, was not so old and slow, jumped off his horse ready to take him on.

    Ormund had blood pouring from his mouth, now rushing wish his sword raised. His blade met Heartsbane, the valyrian blade was more than he expected. Its length and size he expected to be hard to swing but it might aswell of been a feather. The blades kept dancing with each other, the only noise coming from the fighters were grunts and the sound of clashing blades. Both armies had now met in the river, fierce fighting surrounded them, but no man dared interfere with their fight.

    Geryn could tell the weight of Ormunds sword starting to weigh on him. His swings came with less strength and were reducing in speed. He took a step back, forcing Ormund to move on him, he parried the attack and threw his plated fist into his jaw. Hightower fell to the ground on top of a dying soldier, he moved towards him sword out right. “Surrender, let this be over”. Ormund rolled over, crossbow in hand. He didn’t allow a second to pass before releasing the bolt into his hip. The force of the blow forced him onto his knees, he could feel himself passing out due to the pain, he fought with every matter of his being to keep himself from doing so, he would die as a knight and no other way.

    Ormund looked down on him with Heartsbane in hand, blood now gushing from his plate armor. He was enjoying watching him suffer, even still he placed Heartsbane to his neck “Any last words, my lord?”
    Horns were blasting in the distance, a wave of Green and Grey flags could be seen coming in from behind the Hightower host, the last thing he saw before passing out was the look of shock on Ormunds face.

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    Three days later

    Geryn opened his eyes to find himself in his quarters within Highgarden, over him Maester Dux was rubbing ointment into his hip. “What happened?” he croaked. The Maester looked to him, stone faced as ever. “The battle was won my lord, let me get Lord Loras.” The Maester rushed out the room only to return several minutes later accompanied by his brother and Otto Hightower.

    Loras was beaming at him, “Brother, i cannot thankyou enough for your bravery” Geryn repeated himself, “What happened?”.
    “Ah, well Lord Hightower had sent word to me his nephew had rallied his men soon after our little issue at the council. Otto here did not dare challenge half his army, so he decided to play Ormund, forcing the the crowns loyalists into battle with you, while his cavalry met up with mine before we came in from behind to crush his army”.
    Geryn looked at the Lord of the Port confused, “Why?”.
    The look of shame on Otto’s face was not hidden to the slightest “Both my daughter and nephew are vain and greedy creatures, Oldtown avoided the wrath of the dragons during the conquest, i do not wish their work to be undone, especially by those within my family who ignore commands.”

    Geryn understood, Oldtown bent soon after house Gardener was destroyed after the field of fire. If the Iron Throne lost to Dragonstone, Rhaenyra would surely not be so forgiving as Aegon.
    “But what now brother? Our armies are dwindled, what’s to stop loyalists either side from attacking us?”
    Maester Dux made a slight cough “Ormund Hightower lays in a cell, Alicent will not wish to see her beloved uncle and loyalist dead. Nor would she take up arms against her own father. And for Rhaenyra, she will only see this as an act of support.”
    Loras was now glowing in his own genius, rubbing his hands together as if he had just won a prize. “Ravens were sent last night inviting all to our tournament, i expect most to remain silent but some houses will feel obligated to come. We also have had a response from Storms End, the Baratheons do not wish to join in this war and Lord Borros has offered his daughter Cassandra’s hand in marriage to either you or Meros. Considering your heroics in the battle, your loyalty to peace in the Reach and to our family, i think you’ll make a fine match. If you accept brother, the tournament shall be held in honor of your wedding.” This was a command, not an offer, but atleast his brother showed him the respect to not to make it obvious. “If you agree, Lord Borros has agreed to send a force to the northern entrances to the Reach to safeguard his brother Davos and his daughter from any possible Targaryen attacks. This will give Lord Tarly time to recruit and train more fighting men to replace those who were lost in the battle.”

    He felt the Maester had more of a hand in the design of these plans, but he would not refuse his liege. “I accept, but for now, maybe some milk of the poppy to help with the pain?”
    "Of course brother. Grow strong".

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    (I have destroyed large portions of my starting armies to go with whats happened in the Reach.
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    Was gonna PM it, but see no use.
    A Raven From Highgarden

    To the Kings, Queens, Lords and Ladies of Westeros.


    House Tyrell and House Baratheon invite you to the celebration of the joining of both our houses through the marriage between Geryn Tyrell and Cassandra Baratheon. The wedding will be held six moons from now, following it a great tournament at the walls of Highgarden in which i invite the lords of Westeros to participate in. In this time of conflict and doubt, House Tyrell send a reminder we do not partake in the war for the throne. The reach is a neutral and peaceful part of the seven kingdoms, we shall permit each house to send one knighted lord to represent it’s kingdom with only a small guard. No army is permitted to enter our territory, likewise we shall not allow the presence of dragons. For those who rely on traveling via ship, we will allow one ship to dock at either Old Oak or Oldtown.

    I look forward to your presence,

    Lord Loras TyrellLord of HighgardenDefender of the MarchesHigh Marshal of the ReachWarden of the South

    Tournament events

    Jousting
    5000 dragons

    Melee
    2000 dragons

    Archery
    1000 dragons




    With this, all people wishing to participate may send me in game or pm response.
    To attend all must be followed

    1 General
    or
    1 General + Princess
    4 units max
    NAP with all factions within the Reach, i don't expect the NAP to be followed elsewhere at the time.
    This means no attacking each other.
    RP wise Dragon Riders must keep there dragons at home
    Only 1 ship to drop off the general.

    If you attend without agreeing to the above, i'll consider it poor excuse for trying to start a war.
    If no princess i present, i will allow each general to be accompanied by a diplomat. That diplomat must remain in their respected forces.
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    This poor little thing is getting rather dusty.

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    Will need a small extension.

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