The Last Hearth, Seat of House Umber

[Pontifex Maximus]

House Umber

Total Discounts

Professional Soldiery: 45% Hire, 10% Upkeep

House Umber

Hoarfrost Umber Age: 45, Born 291 AL Rank/Titles: Lord of the Last Hearth Marital Status: Married to Lysa Overton Children: Mors, Hother, Lysa (14), Jyna (13) Skill(s): +2 Survival, +2 Rearguard, +2 Duels, +2 Battles Wards: none Squires: none Equipment: none Retinue: none Jon Umber Age: 40 Rank/Titles: Knight of the Last Hearth Marital Status: Gwynesse Sunderland Children: None Skill(s): +4 Survival, +3 Battles, +3 Scout, +3 Duel Wards: none Squires: none Equipment: none Retinue: None Mors Umber Age: 17 Rank/Titles: Heir to the Last Hearth Marital Status: Unmarried Children: None Skill(s): +1 Duel, +2 Survival, +1 Battles Wards: none Squires: none Equipment: none Retinue: none Hother Umber Age: 16 Rank/Titles: Heir to the Last Hearth Marital Status: Unmarried Children: None Skill(s): +1 Duels, +2 Survival, +1 Battles Wards: none Squires: none Equipment: none Retinue: none

Upgrades - Last Hearth

Tier I Militia Armoury: +500 Militia Points Market Square: +10% income Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defence rolls City Watch Quarters: 400 Light Infantry permanently stationed in your home territory. Cannot be moved elsewhere. Small Trade Market - Gives access to the trade system, provides one resource to select to trade. Tier II Town Watch: +1,000 Militia Points, 5% cheaper professional troop hire. Merchant's Square: +10% province income Medium Trade Market: Unlocks an additional trade resource, which may be kept or traded. Tier III Barracks: +1,000 Militia Points, 10% cheaper professional troop hire. Tier IV Militia Network Bonuses: +2,000 Land Militia, if your home is besieged, 250 Heavy Infantry, 500 Archers and 500 Light Infantry appear as additions to your garrison. Drawbacks: -10% province income. Trade Resources Base Metals (20% cheaper professional infantry hire, 10% cheaper professional infantry upkeep)

Umber Levies

Umber Levy - 4,500 Levy Points x Light Infantry x Archers Umber Militia - TBD Light Infantry: Polearms: Archers: Heavy Infantry: Light Cavalry: Heavy Cavalry: Umber Professional Soldiery -TBD None Recruited

Umber Vassals

- Seal Shore - House Holt of Seal Shore. - Last River - House Long of Last River. - Lonely Hills - House Lake of Lonely Hills

[Oznerol]

A man, wearing a thick coat and acompanied by a handful riders stumbles upon Umber's doorstep. He claims to be Sir Garse Redwyne, uncle to the ruling lord of the Arbor, and sent by his nephew's contractors and shipwrights seeking good timber for the isle's dockyards. How long did it took for them to arrive to Last Hearth is hard to ascertain, but probably long months of sailing.

[Pontifex Maximus]

Hoarfrost Umber grants them entry, and a seat by the fire. They're offered roast mutton and hard cheese, and some thick brown ale. Hoarfrost himself, a mountain of a man, sat at the opposite end of the hearth covered in bear furs. "You're a long way from home, Redwyne." He said in his ponderous voice.

[Oznerol]

"Doo long. Thanks for the hospidalidy"

He complains, buried among furs. He was a fat, balding man, with a thick beard trying to compensate the lack of hair atop his round head.

"Atchooooooooooo"

Garse cleans his nose with a handkerchief.

"I bedieve I caughd a codd. Anywayh, I came hede to conducd bussiness"

[Pontifex Maximus]

"I shall have my maester brew a potion." He said, a smile growing on his face. The children of summer always fared poorly this far north. "To strengthen you for your return journey." He pulled his stool closer. "Now, what business could you want with the Umbers?"

[Oznerol]

"Dhanks"

He said, removing some filth from his reddish nose.

"We need dimber and sadly we could only find such a fine wood this fad Nordh. The suppliers nead dhe Arbor are running dhin on wood already"

[Pontifex Maximus]

"Been making that many boats, eh? Well you saw all we have coming, and you'll see more going down the White Knife. We mostly only use it for firewood." He took a long drink of his ale "What does the Arbor offer in return for my timber stands?"

[Oznerol]

"Wine, vinegar, cider... All the variants of drinkable stuff. From a flask of Arbor Gold for yourself do barrells of cheap red wine for your men. Nice for winder, righd?"

He said.

"Some food would also be able to be shipped this far north, like apples and pears"

[Pontifex Maximus]

Hoarfrost looked unmoved. "Pleasant things, but not of much use to us. Perhaps the Arbor could offer something more useful - gold."

[Oznerol]

"Gold? Whad do you mean?"

Said Garse, confused.

[Pontifex Maximus]

"Gold, money, dragons." Hoarfrost clarified. "I will sell you my timber at a price to be determined annually for as long as you shall require it."

[Oznerol]

"Uh, I don'd dhink I can accepd that deal comfordably... Atchoooooooooooo!"

Said Garse.

"Paying for your dimber... wouldn'd be wordh the maindenance of such a long range roude, I'm afraid"

[Pontifex Maximus]

"How unfortunate." Hoarfrost replied, stroking his beard. "I had quite hoped we would be able to come to an accord."