Maegor's Holdfast: Royal Apartments

[Oznerol]

Maegor's Holdfast

The Inner Keep and the Royal Apartments



Maegor's Holdfast is a massive square fortress inside the heart of the Red Keep behind walls twelve feet thick and a dry moat lined with iron spikes.
It is a castle-within-a-castle. The royal apartments are in Maegor's Holdfast. The king's bedchamber has twin hearths.

Here resides:
Baelor II Targaryen

Age: 33 (born 170 AL)

Traits: +4 Field Battles (+1 of Dragonstone bonus), +2 Duel, +2 Survival, +2 Income, +2 Siege Battle



The eldest son of the former King Daeron, who died in the early phase of Blackfyre rebellion. The Prince inherited the features of his Martell mother, lacking the strong Targaryen features of both Daemon or his brother the harsh and powerful Maekar. He is the sovereign of Dragonstone, as heir apparent to the crown.

Chivalrous, but an able ruler, he was mainly absent from the first battle at Wayland, something that has thrown the Royalist into utter confusion and disorder. And now sees, with unease, the triumph and war-like behavior of his brother Maekar, in whom he recognizes a rival.
In these uncertain and troubled times he'll try to asser his authority as King, and will do whatever is needed to be the sole ruler and authority of the Realm. Baelor increasingly feels the competitive and ambitious nature of his brothers, from the legitimized bastards to the heroic and cold Maekar. Something he will not tolerate.

Westeros will have a sole King, a King with an iron grisp, that will bring the Realm to a new age of prosperity and peace. Even if he has to eliminate his enemies one by one.

Baelor, the Second of his Name, King of the Rhoynar, the Andals and the First Men.

Uncontested, unconquered, undefeatable...


Fire and Blood!


Family:
He has two under-age sons from his former wife:
Valarr and Matarys.
-The first died at Tourney of the Hand, 198 AL, now the crown Prince is MATARYS (190 AL): A frail child, with pure Targaryen features, deep, large liliac eyes, a silky silver hair, even with ten days of his name he is bookish and cultured, like his uncle and grandfather.

Two children from his current wife, AURELIA LANNISTER:

-Rhaenys (199 AL): Auburn hair like his mother, fair skin and Dornish eyes.
-Aegon (200 AL): Blue eyes, very Lannister-like, but has silver hair.
-Visenya (201 AL): Auburn hair, and purple, Targaryen eyes.

Auxiliary characters:

-Maester Oberyn
-Quentin Drinkwater;bard and poet

Aurelia Lannister

KING'S LANDING:

Troops:

Levy:

Very Large: 5,000
2,200 Light Inf+220+220+220=2,860
1,000 Heavy Inf+100+100+100=1,300
500 Polearms+50+50+50=650
500 Archers+50+50+50=650
550 Light Cavalry+55+55+55+55=770
250 Heavy Cavalry+25+25+25+25=350
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TOTAL:6,580

Goldcloacks: 5,000

Recruited troops:

1,800 dismounted knigths
1,200 crossbowmen
2,100 archers
900 household knights
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TOTAL: 6,000
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TOTAL: 17,580

KING'S STANDING ARMY:

-The Dragon's Teeth:
Number:
100 men-at-arms
900 Household Knights
The one thousand men-at-arms that compose the King's Household,

these men-at-arms are staunchly loyal to the King

. The most powerful cavalry in the Realm, wearing full plate armour, dragon war-helms, with bat-like wings, and ride armored horses to battle. Their thunderous charge will inspire fear in the King's enemies, who shall fall in despair when they see the Great Dragon flowing in the sky. They wear the colours of the Targaryen, and the King's heraldry is everywhere, they are the living embodiment of the King's might.

-The Dragon's Claws:
Number: 1,800 dismounted knights
A full batallion of dismounted knights, clad in steel armour from head to toe, they are the heaviest infantry in the Realm, wearing Dragon Helmets. Being nurtured and trained by the then Prince Baelor in Dragonstone they are fiercely loyal, and commanded by the King himself. They are the elite of Royal Infantry, well-trained in the ways of sword, mace and axe, capable to withstand most of the Crown's foes. They have been teached to be fanatically devoted to the Royal Family. The will form the King's Army core in any battle, the iron fist ready to punch his enemies' belly.

-The King's Royal Archers:
Number: 1,200 archers
A full batallion of archers, well-trained in the use of the deadly longbow, whose arrows pierce even the plate itself. They all wear light mail and leather cuirass, and tabards with the King's colours. They also carry to battle wooden stakes, to protect themselves from cavalry charges. They are also proficient in digging trenches and other defensive elements, like ramparts.

-The King's Royal Crossbowmen:
Number: 2,100
A full batallion of crossbowmen, they carry huge pavises in their back, made from hard oak wood, that protect them while reloading their heavy crossbow. While slow, the piercing damage of thier bolts is gruesome, and able to shot down even the heaviest armored knigths in the Realm. They also carry to battle and siege heavy mantles, covered in wet furs, to protect them from enemy's projectiles.

TOTAL= 6,000

KING'S PERSONAL HOST: 6,000+6,580+5,000+3250=20,830
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Trade:

1)With House Lothson: +20,000 GD (grain-perfume)

2)With House Yronwood: +20,000 GD (horses-perfume)
3)With House Stark: +20,000 GD (timber-perfume)
3)With House Lefford: +20,000 GD (gold-perfume)

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Upgrades:

TIER ONE:
-Militia Armoury: +10% Levy
-Market Square: +10% income
-(Coastal Only) Dockyard: +10% naval Levy, +10% income
-Keep Expansions: +25% castle garrison size permitted
-Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defence rolls-Religious Shrine (Sept/Weirwood Grove/Drowned/Rhllor): Adds +1 to your stability level (last one year)
-Religious Shrine (Sept/Weirwood Grove/Drowned/Rhllor): Adds +1 to your stability level (last one year)


TIER TWO:
-Town Watch: +10% Levy, 5% cheaper professional troops.
-Merchant's Square: +10% province income
-Citadel Towers: +1 Siege Defence rolls
-Large Religious Shrine (Sept/Weirwood Grove/Drowned/Rhllor): Adds +1 to your stability level (annually)

TIER THREE:
-Barracks: +10% Levy, 10% cheaper professional troops
-Trade Hub: Allows owners of the province to gain an additional trade route
-Whisper House: -2 on Spying and Assassination rolls in this province when conducted by enemies, +2 when conducted by province owner
-Holdfast: +2 Siege Defence rolls

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REGIONAL BONUSES:

-The Capital: Kings Landing houses half a million people, and is the centre of royal power in westeros. As a result, when the city is besieged, thousands answer the call to arms. d10*1000 Peasant Volunteers are generated when the city comes under attack.

-The Gates and Walls: Kings landing has many well fortified gates and walls, making it a hard nut to crack. +2 to siege defence when the walls are being attacked.

-The Red Keep: A natural fortress, the red keep was built on top of Aegon's Hill, the highest of the hills in the capital. It has huge walls and towers, with many different holdfasts and keeps built into it. +3 siege defence when the red keep is being attacked.

-The Black Cells: Some of the most feared prisons in Westeros, named due to them being incredibly dark and dingy. -3 to all escape rolls whilst held prisoner in Kings Landing.

-Bustling Port: King's Landing is the largest port in Westeros and one of the five major cities and centers of trade. Traders from all corners of the known world come here to sell and buy wares, allowing the owner one additional trade route.

[Adamat]

Ser Preston Arryn, a fairly unknown Valesman, arrives at the Red Keep all on his own. He is dressed in his best armour, and wears a characteristic mace on his hip.

[Oznerol]

Baelor was training in the courtyard in front of Maegor's Hodfast, dueling with his Lord Commander, Daven Westerling, watched by the other Kingsguards. They both wear full armor. The King, an ornate and black one, the Kingsguard a purely white one. Both of them were incredibly fast and skilled, and even if Daven was the best sword at the Whitecloacks the King was holding the ground, and were evenly matched. Soon after Baelor finished the fight, the training was over.
The King removes his helmet, and dries the sweat of his forehead. He was chatting with Ser Westerling when they both see the newcomer, crearly a falcon, for the sigil on his tabard.

"Who are you, young one? One of the sons of my Hand, it seems"

[Adamat]

Preston bowed his head in respect. "No, My King," he spoke with a soft voice even though he stood quite tall. "I am Lord Garrett's sister's son," he said to clear it up. He looked at Westerling with big eyes, forgetting to continue conversation.

[Oznerol]

Preston bowed his head in respect. "No, My King," he spoke with a soft voice even though he stood quite tall. "I am Lord Garrett's sister's son," he said to clear it up. He looked at Westerling with big eyes, forgetting to continue conversation.

Baelor notices, amused, how the Falcon's cub looks to Westerling amazed, as he was someone to behold; an imposing man, with a wide chest, and his magnificent ivory-like armor.

"So, a nephew. What is the reason behind this visit, young Arryn?"

Baelor said while a squire helped him taking off his armor.

[Jokern]

Ser Devan took off his helmet and looked at the young Arryn. The youngling's armor had recently been cleaned and he seemed to have an interest in the Lord Commander. Ser Devan was a large, imposing man, which was enhanced by his shining, white armor, so he wasn't that surprised that he got many looks. But the moment seemed like a memory; a young warrior, trying to look his best in front the greatest knights of the Realm, on these very grounds. He smiled at the thought.

[Adamat]

"Well," Preston started, and lost his words. He had prepared extensively for this moment, had the conversation a hundred times in his head, but now he could not find the right words. "Uhm, the war," he started. "I heard that many brave knights died in the war. Including Kingsguard." He glanced at Devan again, hoping the Lord Commander wouldn't be offended.

[Oznerol]

"The first time I see someone more interested in the Lord Commander than the King!"

Jokes and laughs Baelor, clearly amused by the Arryn.

"And so, you want to join the Kingsguard? But who will you swear loyalty, to me or to Ser Devan? Devan, the first time a Commander gets his own guard!"

Laughs again. The King's laugh was a joyful one.

[Adamat]

"No, no, it's not like that..." Preston started, but it was a lost cause. He heard the king laughing. Not a malicious laugh, a friendly laugh.

[Oznerol]

"No, no, it's not like that..." Preston started, but it was a lost cause. He heard the king laughing. Not a malicious laugh, a friendly laugh.

Baelor sees the young lad embarrassment.

"But you don't have to lose hope, Arryn"

Turns to Devan, with a smile on his face:

"Duel a little bit with him, so he may show how capable is with the sword. Don't hurt our young Falcon, my dear Shell"

[Jokern]

Ser Devan laughed, preparing for combat again.

"It looks like he will run at the sight of my sword, your grace. I wonder if it will be much of a fight. I cannot promise he won't get scratched."

He drew his sword and turned to Ser Preston.

"I hope you give me a good fight, young falcon. I won't hand a white cloak to anyone who can swing a sword around. This is the most prestigious order who protect and serve the members of House Targaryen. Only the best are allowed to enter our order."

[Adamat]

"A shield," Preston said instinctively as he took the mace from his hip. "Can't fight without one of course!" He was in his element now that he could prove his skills.

[Jokern]

Ser Devon smiled, he could see the fire in Preston's eyes. If the boy was getting serious, so would he.

"Good lad, you know the basics of fighting with weapons. Now, attack me with all your might, prove that you are
worthy to become one of us."

He raised his shield, white with a crowned seashell on it, and took a more defensive stance.

[Adamat]

When a squire had handed Preston a plain wooden shield, the young knight took an offensive stance with his weapon aimed forward. He normally relied on swift footwork and heavy blows. He tested the waters by stepping in, hitting the Lord Commander with a horizontal swing, and bracing himself for an incoming blow by readying his shield.

[Jokern]

Devan felt the heavy swing hitting his shield and arm, even taking one step backward. He quickly recovered and swung his sword from above, trying to bring Arryn down on his knees with brutal force.

[Adamat]

Preston took a swift step back in a reflex, catching the point of the incoming sword on the rim of his shield. He felt the blow in the elbow of his left arm, the force pushing the bones into eachother. As in a reflex, he swung his mace out again, this time hitting downward at his opponent.

[Jokern]

Ser Devan swung his shield to the right, deflecting the mace with a hard blow. Following the motion, he spun around and swung his sword horizontaly towards Preston.

[Adamat]

Preston tried to catch the blow on his shield again, but it was too little, too late. The sword hit the edge of his shield, but it pressed on and bit into the plate steel protecting his body. It stopped moving when it reached the leather padding Preston wore underneath, and while he had to admit he had been caught, he continued to fight. Before the Kingsguard could retract his blade and hit the Arryn again, Preston swung his mace at the now unprotected right of Westerling.

[Jokern]

Devan didn't even see the mace fly towards his arm before Preston's mace smashed into it. The armor buckled and the spikes drove into his skin. The pain was so strong that Devan was forced back a few steps before he could recover a bit. But something woke up inside him. His blood pumped harder and a fire started to burn within him. He quickly pulled out his sword and rushed towards the young Arryn with his shield raised.

[Oznerol]

And a heavy oak shield stopped Devan's sword, pushing him back. It was the King himself:

"I've seen enough, calm down, Ser Devan"

Baelor throws the shield. But the King is serious, the duel was turning too dangerous for both, the angry Westerling could have crippled, nor killed, the Arryn. But it wasn't King's plans

"Arryn, you have proved to be an able duelist; you even hit Devan's arm, and that is something few can achieve. Kneel"