Golden Tooth, seat of House Lefford

[Poach]

Golden Tooth Castle
Seat of House Lefford

Golden Tooth Castle


Golden Tooth Castle is the seat of House Lefford, and is an imposing fortress built on high ground in the mountain pass. Its high, imposing walls look east, up the valley into the Riverlands: passage along the road is impossible without the agreement of the Lord of Golden Tooth, as the fortress stands along the only road through the pass.




The commanding position of the castle within the pass enables easy control of the surrounding area as well as security: behind the fortress walls running across the valley, a town has sprung up. The Town of Golden Tooth is small compared to the likes of Lannisport or Oldtown, but large enough to get lost in. The town is characterised by its surroundings: a large number of miners live there, and the market bustles with standard fare like food and clothing to the more specialist like hardened headgear and mining attire. Many blacksmiths ply their trade in the streets of the town, forging the pickaxes and spades the mines consume, and there are more engineers to be found here than in many towns thrice the size.

There is little space for farming in the pass, and this is reflected in the town itself: meats are plentiful, harvested from the many sheep and goat herds kept on the slopes of the mountains and in the many small tributary valleys that feed the pass. Grain is imported from the Riverlands and Westerlands, making the roads busy with commerce: grain merchants travel back and forth amongst crowds of would-be prospectors and merchants from far-off lands going to or from Lannisport.

The gold economy makes the area fairly wealthy, with the town and castle kept in good repair. A lively market and plethora of boarding houses attracts many from the surrounding area seeking their fortunes in the mines or market, and the safety offered by the large number of sellswords working the gold caravans means bandits and highwaymen are rarely a trouble.

House Lefford Family Tree

Tree documents Lord Harmund's brothers and their offspring. From Raymar Lefford onwards it will document nothing closer than cousin. Bold = Main Character Lord Harlan Lefford, b 133AL. - Deceased 189AL of fever. -- Lord Harmund Lefford, b. 153AL. ----Ser Raymar Lefford, b. 171AL. -------- Donnel Lefford, b. 190AL. -------- Ryon Lefford, b. 191AL. ---- Ser Godric Lefford, b. 174AL. -- Ser Eldred Lefford, b.157AL. (Daily responsibility for Lefford Armed Forces) ---- Ser Doran Lefford, b. 177AL. (An Officer of the Goldcloaks Inner Guard) -------- Patrek Lefford, b. 195AL. (Twin) -------- Cersei Lefford, b. 195AL. (Twin) ---- Lady Lanna Lefford, b. 179AL. Deceased 195AL of a horse riding accident. -- Ser Trebor Lefford, b.159AL. (Serves in the Night's Watch) ---- Ser Willem Lefford, b. 175AL. (A Captain in the Lefford Armed Forces) -------- Sebastion Lefford b. 195AL. -------- Jon Lefford b. 196AL. -------- Rhea Lefford b. 197AL.

Income

70,000 base, + 3,500 (5% - Harmund Lefford's traits) +7,000 (10% - Gold) + 14,000 (20% - Buildings)

Total: 94,500 Dragons

Siege Defence

+2 Natural
+/- 1 Region bonus
+2 Buildings

Total: +5 (or +3)
Siege Time: 60 hours (or 36 hours)

Regional Bonuses

+1 siege when attacked from the east. (Region bonus)
-1 siege when attacked from the west. (Region bonus)

Armed Forces

Base Levy (3,000)

1,250 Light Inf 600 Heavy Inf 350 Polearms 350 Archers 300 Light Cavalry 150 Heavy Cavalry

Current Levy: 3,900 strong (base +30%)

1625 Light Inf 780 Heavy Inf 455 Polearms 455 Archers 390 Light Cavalry 195 Heavy Cavalry

90% Levy of Goldentooth + Vassals
4,862 strong:

1913 Light Inf
927 Heavy Inf
635 Polearms
635 Archers
486 Light Cavalry
266 Heavy Cavalry

Current Standing Forces
21,500 strong:

4,500 (15 units) Guardians of Casterly Rock (Elite Infantry)
6,600 (22 units) Heavy Infantry
2,100 (7 units) Light Infantry
1,500 (5 units) Polearms
4,200 (14 units) Archers
800 (4 units) Westerlander Knights (Elite Cavalry, +2 Rolls in Westerlands)
1,800 (6 units) Light Cavalry

Total Lefford Forces

26,362 strong:

4,500 Elite Infantry
7,527 Heavy Infantry
4,013 Light Infantry
2,135 Polearms
4,835 Archers
800 Elite Cavalry
266 Heavy Cavalry
2,286 Light Cavalry


Buildings

Tier I: Levy, Income, Religious, Siege Defence
Tier II: Levy, Income, Religious, Siege Defence
Tier III: Levy, Income, Religious

Trade Goods

Gold (+10% Income)
Fruits (+1 Stability)
Perfumes (+1 Stability)
Stone (-10% building cost)

[Wheatley]

Ser Rickard Tyrell sighed in relief when he saw Golden Tooth. He feared that he had lost himself in the hills. The companions on his sides also saw the castle, and raised the banners of Highgarden. The mounted fifteen had followed the ocean road to Lannisport and turned east into the great hills of the west. Rickard's bottom ached from all the riding, and he hoped for a friendly welcome.

[jacb547]

A raven arrives from the Riverlands:
"Honorable Lord Lefford, in this letter I propose a trade between our houses to the greater profit of all. What says you?
Done in the light of the seven,
Lord Danos Darry"

[Honors Bastion]

After traveling from the tourney at Harrenhal, Ser Rolland Hightower and his small band of household knights arrives before the fortress of the Golden Tooth. They are accompanied by Ser Godric Lefford, son of the Lord of Golden Tooth. He arrives requesting an audience with Lord Lefford.

[Poach]

ooc: Sorry guys, been a very hectic week this week with work.

Wheatley:

Their arrival into Goldentooth was met with curious interest from the onlookers. A town of merchants, gold miners and craftsmen, most were vaguely aware of the emblem of the Tyrells and knew that Highgarden didn't usually have business in this mountain pass. The party went unhassled through the small crowds, meeting a pair of riders sent from the castle and escorted the rest of the way, being waved through the gate. The horses are stabled and the riders offered a meal, while Rickard is taken into the castle itself, finding himself met by Lord Harmund in the castle's hall.

"A Tyrell of Highgarden," he said calmly, offering his hand, "Not often do I see men of the Reach in this pass. I am Harmund Lefford."

* * *

HB:

The party went through the town without much fanfare, the townspeople recognising the emblem on Godric's armour, and many even knowing the Lord's youngest son for his frequenting of the town's inns. Allowed through the gate after Godric loudly greeted the sentry by name, they soon found themselves in the courtyard of the castle.

"Come, Rolland," said Godric "I'll show you to the main hall and fetch my father, if he doesn't already know you're here."

"He knows." came a serious voice from the walls, "Where the hell have you been?"

Descending the stairs was Raymar Lefford, Heir to Golden Tooth, elder brother to Godric, and the more serious of the siblings. "Father's been getting worried."

"Raymar!" shouted Godric happily, completely ignoring the chastising, "This is Ser Rolland Hightower. I've had the honour of spectating an entertaining tournament with him at Harrenhal! Someone won themselves a bride, all very sweet. He's here to discuss important matters."

Raymar, who had by now reached the pair, nonchalantly looked at Rolland, offering his hand, "I'm Raymar Lefford, this one's older brother. What brings you down this pass?"

[Wheatley]

ooc: Sorry guys, been a very hectic week this week with work.

Wheatley:

Their arrival into Goldentooth was met with curious interest from the onlookers. A town of merchants, gold miners and craftsmen, most were vaguely aware of the emblem of the Tyrells and knew that Highgarden didn't usually have business in this mountain pass. The party went unhassled through the small crowds, meeting a pair of riders sent from the castle and escorted the rest of the way, being waved through the gate. The horses are stabled and the riders offered a meal, while Rickard is taken into the castle itself, finding himself met by Lord Harmund in the castle's hall.

"A Tyrell of Highgarden," he said calmly, offering his hand, "Not often do I see men of the Reach in this pass. I am Harmund Lefford."

Rickard took the hand and shook it twice. Ser Rickard Tyrell. The knight spoke muffledly. Honored to meet you, lord Harmund. How fare you?

[Honors Bastion]

After shaking Raymar’s hand, Rolland replied in a somewhat serious tone “I have come here to speak with your father, Ser Raymar, to arrange a marriage between House Lefford and House Hightower. For you see, Ser Raymar, I am looking for a wife for myself and your brother has mentioned to me that you sister’s hand in marriage might be available.”

[Poach]

Betraying nothing, Raymar replied calmly, "Then we should proceed to the castle hall."

He set off, walking into the keep. Rolland and Godric followed, through the main door and into the interior, arriving in the great hall shortly afterwards. There sat Lord Harmund, evidently waiting for their arrival.

"Father!" said Godric happily, "I've -"

Harmund held up his hand. "I'll deal with you later. Ser Hightower, I'm told?"

Godric fell silent as Harmund strode towards the trio, stopping infront of Rolland. A much older man than the three young Knights, he made no effort to disguise his inspecting of Rolland, looking the man up and down. ​"What brings you so far north, Ser?"

[Honors Bastion]

“My Lord Lefford. It is a pleasure to meet you.” said Ser Rolland Hightower as he gave a respectful bow.

The Hightower knight was a bit nervous with Lord Lefford’s eyes examining him and he had to quickly clear his throat before he could say “Lord Harmund, I have come to propose a marriage between our two Houses, my Lord, between your daughter Kyra and myself.”

[Poach]

Harmund stood in silence for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons of the suggestion. He briefly held up his hand and motioned his fingers, producing a large, armoured man who had previously stood in the room's corner.

"Fetch Kyra."

Silently the man turned and marched out the room. Harmund spoke once more.

"I would agree to this union." he said, and a faint flicker of a smile may have been seen across his lips, "Yours is a house of great wealth in the Reach, and this is one in the Westerlands. A marriage will increase ties across our borders. Come, sit."

The four men sat at the table, Godric still looking a little cowed from his father's silencing, Raymar looking entirely unreadable, arm slung over the back of his chair, as if he were slightly bored of even being here. Eventually the armour-clad man returned, followed by Kyra. At 16 she appeared young and pretty, sporting well-kept shoulder-length dark hair and dressed in expensive clothing betraying the wealth she came from. She gave a brief curtsy.

"Father?" she said lightly, enquiring as to why she was summoned. Her armoured protector stood silently behind her, his eyes fixed on Rolland.

"Kyra, I'd like to introduce Ser Rolland Hightower. He proposes to marry you," he said, introducing Rolland with a motion of his arm. The group's eyes fell on the Hightower guest.

[Honors Bastion]

Harmund stood in silence for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons of the suggestion. He briefly held up his hand and motioned his fingers, producing a large, armoured man who had previously stood in the room's corner.

"Fetch Kyra."

Silently the man turned and marched out the room. Harmund spoke once more.

"I would agree to this union." he said, and a faint flicker of a smile may have been seen across his lips, "Yours is a house of great wealth in the Reach, and this is one in the Westerlands. A marriage will increase ties across our borders. Come, sit."

The four men sat at the table, Godric still looking a little cowed from his father's silencing, Raymar looking entirely unreadable, arm slung over the back of his chair, as if he were slightly bored of even being here. Eventually the armour-clad man returned, followed by Kyra. At 16 she appeared young and pretty, sporting well-kept shoulder-length dark hair and dressed in expensive clothing betraying the wealth she came from. She gave a brief curtsy.

"Father?" she said lightly, enquiring as to why she was summoned. Her armoured protector stood silently behind her, his eyes fixed on Rolland.

"Kyra, I'd like to introduce Ser Rolland Hightower. He proposes to marry you," he said, introducing Rolland with a motion of his arm. The group's eyes fell on the Hightower guest.

When Kyra Lefford walked into the room, Rolland Hightower became entranced in her beauty. He did his best to keep himself from looking like an idiot when re stood up and approached her, giving a chivalrous bow before her before he took her hand and kissed it.

He then said while looking into her eyes “My Lady Kyra Lefford, I am Ser Rolland Hightower, the heir to the Hightower and the city of Oldtown. I am honored that you grace me with your presence today my Lady. I cannot believe that I am able to stand before someone as captivating and beautiful as you Lady Kyra. What your father says is true my Lady. I do wish to marry you and Iwill do anything to prove it”

[Poach]

Wheatley:

"The realm prospers, my mines remain productive and my home remains warm," said Harmund, "I can't complain. Tell me, Ser Rickard, what brings a representative of Highgarden into this patch of the Westerlands? En route to Riverrun, perhaps?"

In the background stood Ser Ulfric, imposing in size and armament. As Captain of Harmund's guard, he was almost always present in Harmund's immediate vicinity, though rarely speaking or in the spotlight.

HB:
ooc: I'm not entirely sure how weddings are arranged in Westeros.

Kyra merely blushed, "An honour, Ser Rolland." she said shyly.

Harmund spoke next, "We shall arrange for a wedding to be held, with Oldtown being the appropriate venue I think: Kyra should join your family at your seat."

[Wheatley]

Wheatley:

"The realm prospers, my mines remain productive and my home remains warm," said Harmund, "I can't complain. Tell me, Ser Rickard, what brings a representative of Highgarden into this patch of the Westerlands? En route to Riverrun, perhaps?"

In the background stood Ser Ulfric, imposing in size and armament. As Captain of Harmund's guard, he was almost always present in Harmund's immediate vicinity, though rarely speaking or in the spotlight.

"To Harrenhal actually, for the tourney. My brothers should've begun traversing northwards now so I'll intercept them at the Blackwater rush." He spoke as if he was smiling under the mask that hid his burns. "But my purpose here at Golden Tooth is to aquire some of that gold you mine here through honest trading. Would you accept the fruits of Highgarden?"

[Honors Bastion]

HB:
ooc: I'm not entirely sure how weddings are arranged in Westeros.

Kyra merely blushed, "An honour, Ser Rolland." she said shyly.

Harmund spoke next, "We shall arrange for a wedding to be held, with Oldtown being the appropriate venue I think: Kyra should join your family at your seat."

OOC: I don’t think there is a standard procedure for how weddings are arranged in Westeros. We can just wing it.

“Of course my Lord, and I thank you. I shall inform my father of this joyous news and I am sure that he will begin making preparations for such a grand occasion immediately. When the preparations are finished, we shall have this wedding my Lord to mark the union of two grand Houses.” said Rolland with a grand smile. He was to finally marry and to wonderful girl too.

OOC: Do you want to RP the wedding or just go ahead and say they are married?

[Poach]

HB: Just roll with being married. Doubt much RP can come of the wedding, it's not a major event.

Wheatley:

"Very well." said Harmund, "Fruits are not so common up here. They will do well for the people."

[Wheatley]

"Indeed. Your gold will do much to aid Highgarden's finances."" Ser Rickard struggled with finding words now. "Can I stay the night and leave in the morning? It is a long ride ahead."

[Poach]

"Of course," said Harmund, waving a servant over, "We will prepare you a room and a meal. Your men will be given quarters for the evening as well."

The servant motioned for Rickard to follow. He was escorted through the hall and into the upper levels, where he was shown to a well appointed room, with a large bed, fire and table. In short order, a servant had arrived with some fruits, cold meat slices and wine, and the first servant had got the fire going.

"If there's anything Ser needs," said the servant humbly, ​"You need only summon for us."

[Poach]

HB/Wheatley: Are you guys still at Goldentooth? I've no one to RP this momentous news with. You both arrived at different times so I guess either one or the other, or neither?

The Army of Goldentooth

Soldiers:

Goldentooth:

1,238 Light Inf
594 Heavy Inf
347 Polearms
347 Archers
315 Light Cavalry
149 Heavy Cavalry

Vassals:
Nunn's Deep:

300 Light Inf
200 Heavy Inf
200 Polearms
150 Archers
100 Light Cavalry
50 Heavy Cavalry

Pendric Hills:
200 Light Inf
50 Heavy Inf
50 Polearms
100 Archers
50 Light Cavalry
50 Heavy Cavalry

Grand Total:
1738 Light Inf
844 Heavy Inf
594 Polearms
594 Archers
465 Light Cav
249 Heavy Cav

= 4,484 men

Nobility

Lord Harmund Lefford +4 Battles and Sieges
Ser Raymar Lefford +2 Battles and Sieges
Ser Godric Lefford +2 Battles and Sieges
Aux Lords from Pendric Hills and Nunn's Deep.

[Wheatley]

Rickard falls into a good night's sleep and leaves early in the morning after paying his respects to his host.

OOC: Our RP was pre-tourney so he leaves peacefully.

[Pontifex Maximus]

A message arrives form the Rock

To Lord Lefford,

Troubling news has reached Casterly Rock of brigands, Reachmen, and a bizarre host being led by a "Lady Stark" entering the Westerlands. We request that you raise your levies and attend a general council at Casterly Rock to discuss our mutual defense and reprisal if need be.

Signed,
Ser Guy Lannister