Harrenhal is a great castle constructed before the War of Conquest, located in the Riverlands, on the north shore of the Gods Eye lake. It is the largest castle in the Seven Kingdoms. Since the War of Conquest, however, it has become a dark and ruinous place. The castle has five towers of dizzying size, with equally monstrous curtain walls. The walls are incredibly thick and its rooms are built on a scale that would be more comfortable for giants than humans. The castle's holdings are some of the richest in Westeros, claiming vast tracts of green fertile land. Harrenhal covers three times as much ground as Winterfell and its buildings are so much larger that they can scarcely be compared. Its stables can house a thousand horses, its godswood covers 20 acres, and its kitchens are as large as Winterfell's Great Hall.
Of the castle's five towers, the shortest is half again as high as the tallest one in Winterfell, yet none of the towers are proper, being bent, lumped, and cracked from the melting of the stone by the Targaryen dragons centuries earlier. Their original names were lost with the death of Harren the Black.
Tower of Dread This tower serves as a barracks and as a guest hall.
Widow's Tower It connects it to the 'Kingspyre Tower' via a stone bridge. Underneath there is a great cell that's used to keep prisoners.
This is where Lord Halys' sisters stay.
Wailing Tower It contains storerooms on the ground floor and cavernous vaults beneath.
Tower of Ghosts The postern gate and the ruined sept are located near it.
Kingspyre Tower The lord's chambers are located within. It connects to the 'Widow's Tower' via a stone bridge.
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Immense Castle: Built by Harren the Black on an enormous scale and burnt by Aegon's dragons, Harrenhal is one of the largest castles in the Seven Kingdoms, and anyone with enough men to defend it properly will find it to be one of the strongest too. +4 to seige defense, rising to +6 if the defender has at least 10,000 men. Harrenhall: Large castle - may garrison an additional 200% of the levy. Requires at least 1,000 men to defend or a -1 siege defense modifier is applied. The Curse of Harrenhal: Harrenhal is notorious in that those who control the castle often meet horrific ends, ever since Harren was burned to death in his castle. Chance of death in death rolls increases +1.
Upgrades IMilitia Armoury: +10% Levy IITown Watch: +10% Levy, 5% cheaper professional troops. IMarket Square: +10% income IIMerchant's Square: +5% provincial income, +5% trade income IIITrade Hub: +5% province income, +5% to trade income I Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defence rolls II Citadel Towers: +1 Siege Defence rolls
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[Lord Rossart Whent], b. 231 AL and d. 283 AL at the Battle of Trident, slain by his brother-in-law Ser Garet Tully.
- His first wife, [Lady Allys], b. 234 AL and d. 259 AL
---- First son, [Humfrey Whent], b. 250 AL and d. 271 AL
---- Second son, Ser [Oswell Whent] of the Kingsguard, b. 253 AL, and d. 283 AL at the Tower of Joy, slain by Lord Eddard Stark.
---- First daughter, Lorraine Whent, b. 259 AL
- His second wife, [Lady Perra], b. 237 AL and d. 263 AL
---- Second daughter, Minisa Whent, b. 263 AL
- His third wife, [Lady Kyra Tully], b. 240 AL and d. 288 AL of sickness, sister of Garet Tully
---- Third son, Lord Hallys Whent, b. 266 AL, crippled in his right leg, exiled late 192 AL -------- His first wife, Lady Jeyne Baratheon, b. 266 AL, widow of Lord Courtnay Baratheon of Dragonstone
---- Third daughter, Falyse Whent, b. 269 AL
Lord Lucas Blackwood rides to Harrenhal to meet with it's lord. He is disheveled his clothes are wrimkled and his hair is a mess. He wears no blade at his side but ten guards accompany him as he rides.
Between the Kingspyre Tower and the Widow's Tower sat Halys, looking out over Harrenhal and out over the God's Eye to the south, the southern horizon crested by the Isle of Faces.
He often took a stool and placed it on the bridge so he could look out over his family's lands from this high point, sometimes he commenced his studies up here.
It had always amazed him how, when the rest of Harrenhal slowly crumbles away, this thin bridge with nary a support, still stands strong.
Crumbling.. That was how his right leg was ruined.
In the Tower of Ghosts, a stone portal collapsed on him, and his right knee was bent ever so slightly.
The limb healed, but the leg was never the same, and he could not walk without a support for a long time.
It took him years to be able to walk as he could now, while other boys his age learned to fight and joust, he was trying to walk.
Now he sat on a stool, his cane laid up against the stone railing of the bridge.
Maester Gwayne had been forcing him to restudy the Essosi Architectural Theorems again after moving on from a review of Citadel Treatises.
Because Halys could not fight proficiently or let alone joust, his education consisted of all the scholastic knowledge his father could acquire and all Maester Gwayne could remember (which was a lot).
He told Halys regularly that he was already better read than most maesters, trying to cheer up his usually melancholy manner.
The review of the Architectural methods had Halys looking at the tops of the five towers and studying their lengths, the strange curves of some and the outright jagged shaped of others.
He had sat a while, considering the possibility that someone could ever "repair" Harrenhal, but it was just too much.
The towers were like colossi from myth, built by giants of men, and forever disfigured by extinct beasts...
Halys began to look back down at the book in his hands, a Pentoshi work translated by the Citadel, and his eye caught something on the east road..
He stood up, shocked, dropping the book, and grabbed his cane.
Father was coming home.
Lord Lucas Blackwood rides to Harrenhal to meet with it's lord. He is disheveled his clothes are wrimkled and his hair is a mess. He wears no blade at his side but ten guards accompany him as he rides.
He approaches the main gate, a monolith of an entryway.
Guards on the ramparts and in the hoardings along the sidewalls came to alert.
One calls out.
"State your intent, Lord Blackwood."
He look up a little distracted.
"I umm..." He pauses for a moment thinking a knight whispers in his ear. "Oh yes I am here to meet with the Lord of Harenhal."
Between the Kingspyre Tower and the Widow's Tower sat Halys, looking out over Harrenhal and out over the God's Eye to the south, the southern horizon crested by the Isle of Faces.
He often took a stool and placed it on the bridge so he could look out over his family's lands from this high point, sometimes he commenced his studies up here.
It had always amazed him how, when the rest of Harrenhal slowly crumbles away, this thin bridge with nary a support, still stands strong.
Crumbling.. That was how his right leg was ruined.
In the Tower of Ghosts, a stone portal collapsed on him, and his right knee was bent ever so slightly.
The limb healed, but the leg was never the same, and he could not walk without a support for a long time.
It took him years to be able to walk as he could now, while other boys his age learned to fight and joust, he was trying to walk.
Now he sat on a stool, his cane laid up against the stone railing of the bridge.
Maester Gwayne had been forcing him to restudy the Essosi Architectural Theorems again after moving on from a review of Citadel Treatises.
Because Halys could not fight proficiently or let alone joust, his education consisted of all the scholastic knowledge his father could acquire and all Maester Gwayne could remember (which was a lot).
He told Halys regularly that he was already better read than most maesters, trying to cheer up his usually melancholy manner.
The review of the Architectural methods had Halys looking at the tops of the five towers and studying their lengths, the strange curves of some and the outright jagged shaped of others.
He had sat a while, considering the possibility that someone could ever "repair" Harrenhal, but it was just too much.
The towers were like colossi from myth, built by giants of men, and forever disfigured by extinct beasts...
Halys began to look back down at the book in his hands, a Pentoshi work translated by the Citadel, and his eye caught something on the east road..
He stood up, shocked, dropping the book, and grabbed his cane.
Father was coming home.
Ser Aladale Grayne and the last of the Whent knights and retainers approached the East Gate of Harrenhal, the smaller gate.
They towed behind them a cart, which in said cart sat a large urn, padded up and laid on its side.
Halys did not see this until he had assembled his sisters and mother in the yard before the gate and Ser Grayne came through with the cart, grim looks on their faces.
He and his sisters had expected to see their father's face come through the gate.
Halys just stared, wide-eyed, shocked.
His sisters, from eldest to youngest, simply began to cry quietly.
He look up a little distracted.
"I umm..." He pauses for a moment thinking a knight whispers in his ear. "Oh yes I am here to meet with the Lord of Harenhal."
The guard nods. "Alright, we'll let you in, just a moment."
The large front gate opens, the three portculli in the front slowly lift, the middle wooden doors are un-sealed, and then the three portculli in the back are lifted.
The gate was like a tunnel through the thick walls, and one would pass by at least a dozen sets of murder holes and side doors before coming out on the other side.
A small escort of guards waited for Blackwood on the other side.
"Welcome to Harrenhal, your lordship."
Ser Aladale Grayne and the last of the Whent knights and retainers approached the East Gate of Harrenhal, the smaller gate.
They towed behind them a cart, which in said cart sat a large urn, padded up and laid on its side.
Halys did not see this until he had assembled his sisters and mother in the yard before the gate and Ser Grayne came through with the cart, grim looks on their faces.
He and his sisters had expected to see their father's face come through the gate.
Halys just stared, wide-eyed, shocked.
His sisters, from eldest to youngest, simply began to cry quietly.
The guard nods. "Alright, we'll let you in, just a moment."
The large front gate opens, the three portculli in the front slowly lift, the middle wooden doors are un-sealed, and then the three portculli in the back are lifted.
The gate was like a tunnel through the thick walls, and one would pass by at least a dozen sets of murder holes and side doors before coming out on the other side.
A small escort of guards waited for Blackwood on the other side.
"Welcome to Harrenhal, your lordship."
"Yes Yes very well," he says following the servant. "Just take me to Lord Whent."
Daron Clegane arrived after an uneventful journey from Fang Tower. He was not in a good mood, being left as castellan when the rest of the knights got to go south and engage in the general rape of King's Landing. He missed the rush of battle of the feeling of taking a man's life. Still, this might be worthwhile. Better to get it over with quickly. Riders bearing the sisgil of three dogs arrived at Harrenhall and demanded an audience with Lord Whent.
Daron Clegane arrived after an uneventful journey from Fang Tower. He was not in a good mood, being left as castellan when the rest of the knights got to go south and engage in the general rape of King's Landing. He missed the rush of battle of the feeling of taking a man's life. Still, this might be worthwhile. Better to get it over with quickly. Riders bearing the sisgil of three dogs arrived at Harrenhall and demanded an audience with Lord Whent.
They come up on the oversized main gate, nearly a fortress by itself.
The guards on ramparts and in the hoardings examined the triple canine banner.
"Isn't that a Westerland crest?"
"Aye, I bet it's those rowdy Cleganes."
A guard appears above the front portcullis.
"Come out of your kennel? There's no treat here, hound."
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"Yes Yes very well," he says following the servant. "Just take me to Lord Whent."
His retainers are left in the yard near the Bear Pit, and Lord Blackwood is ordered to hand over any weapons as is custom before the Guest Right.
He waits for a while in a small solar, but then a Knight appears, and leads him to the Hall of the Hundred Hearths.
The young lordling was seated at the far end on his dais.
"Welcome to Harrenhal, Lord Lucas." The youth recites in his refined voice.
His retainers are left in the yard near the Bear Pit, and Lord Blackwood is ordered to hand over any weapons as is custom before the Guest Right.
He waits for a while in a small solar, but then a Knight appears, and leads him to the Hall of the Hundred Hearths.
The young lordling was seated at the far end on his dais.
"Welcome to Harrenhal, Lord Lucas." The youth recites in his refined voice.
BLackwood was carrying no weapons so he enter with out a problem.
"Ah yes Lord Whent," he says his voice sounding somewhat far away. "Your servant already told me that."
Daron looked up from below Bastards...just open the damn gate
"There would be a treat in ****ing you through the arse with a spear and watching you die from the poison of your own ****. Unfortunately I'm here on kindlier business than that. Open the gate, I need to see the Whent in Harrenhall"
Daron looked up from below Bastards...just open the damn gate
"There would be a treat in ****ing you through the arse with a spear and watching you die from the poison of your own ****. Unfortunately I'm here on kindlier business than that. Open the gate, I need to see the Whent in Harrenhall"
The guard takes a challenging stance.
"Oh? And what for, dog?"
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BLackwood was carrying no weapons so he enter with out a problem.
"Ah yes Lord Whent," he says his voice sounding somewhat far away. "Your servant already told me that."
"What business do you seek in Harren the Black's stronghold?"
Several servants entered into the hall carrying trays of smoked pork and other delicious stand-by's.
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Daron shifted in the saddle, his thighs falling asleep
"Because this pathetic ruin you call a castle needs to be rebuilt, and I have the gold to rebuild it. Would that I had a bow, I'd shoot you down to show you."
Daron shifted in the saddle, his thighs falling asleep
"Because this pathetic ruin you call a castle needs to be rebuilt, and I have the gold to rebuild it. Would that I had a bow, I'd shoot you down to show you."
The guard laughs loudly and gestures behind him: two guards with bows appear next to him.
"You?! You're going to rebuild Harrenhal?!" He continues laughing boldly.
"The Iron Throne has scarce enough for such a task, dog!"
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Lucas takes a piece of pork between his fingers then brings it up to his mose to sniff. "I do believe I smell a hint of ginger," he says before putting the pork down. "Despise the stuff."
The young Whent looks around awkwardly, not sure what to say.
"What do you enjoy, Lord Blackwood?"
The guard laughs loudly and gestures behind him: two guards with bows appear next to him.
"You?! You're going to rebuild Harrenhal?!" He continues laughing boldly.
"The Iron Throne has scarce enough for such a task, dog!"
Daron gave a dangerous grin
"Why don't you come down here and let me widen that smile?"
Lucas takes a piece of pork between his fingers then brings it up to his mose to sniff. "I do believe I smell a hint of ginger," he says before putting the pork down. "Despise the stuff."
"Many things ranging from the company of my late wife to apples. I do love apples." He says with a sigh. "However I highly doubt that is what you wish to hear about."
"Many things ranging from the company of my late wife to apples. I do love apples." He says with a sigh. "However I highly doubt that is what you wish to hear about."
Halys looks down at his food.
"Ah.. we were sad to hear of your loss..." He remains silent for a few moments, and then, in a struggle to find something to say,
spouts:
"I myself find company in books and..." he caught himself.
"Excuse me."
Several household guards appear from the side doors next to the dais.
"The Lord's family." They declare.
As introduced, three young ladies enter followed by the lord's mother, Lady Kyra Tully.
They seat themselves next to the young Lord Halys.
"Lord Blackwood, may I present my Lady mother and my Lady sisters."
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"Ah yes books," he says jovially "You can never go wrong with a good book." Lord Blackwood turns to greet the young ladies. "Ah yes the ladies Whent it is a pleasure of course." He takes a long sip of Wine before continuing. "I did not know a place so dark and dim as this could contain such beauties. Which reminds me of my reason for meeting with you Lord Whent. I was hoping to find a suitable match for one of my sons."
"Ah yes books," he says jovially "You can never go wrong with a good book." Lord Blackwood turns to greet the young ladies. "Ah yes the ladies Whent it is a pleasure of course." He takes a long sip of Wine before continuing. "I did not know a place so dark and dim as this could contain such beauties. Which reminds me of my reason for meeting with you Lord Whent. I was hoping to find a suitable match for one of my sons."
Halys smiles at his sisters, who were all in turn smiling brightly at the complement.
"Lorraine is the eldest," The maiden on the far right, her blonde hair was long and somewhat curled, her eyes like emeralds.
"Minisa is the middle," Brown hair like a forest, with deep blue eyes,
"and Falyse is the youngest of my sisters and shares my mother." Dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes like Halys. All three of them had long faces, straight noses, strong cheekbones, strong jaws, and of rangy, long-limbed stature, like their brother and father.
"Yes yes," he says. "I do believe my youngest would love to meet you lovely ladies himself." He adds smiling at them before getting serious. "However know my family keeps the Old Gods and neither of my sons plan on getting married in a sept."
Harrenhal, seat of House Whent
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