Highgarden, Seat Of House Tyrell And Capital Of The Reach

[Wheatley]

Trade

1. Eyrie - Arryn - Stone 2. Hornvale - Brax - Gold

Income

70,000 (Very Rich) +2,5% Traits +10% Gold +20% Buildings +32,5% Final: 92,750 GD

Levy

Buildings + 20% Fruit Bonus +5% +25% Very Large (5000): 6,250 2,750 Light Inf 1,250 Heavy Inf 625 Polearms 625 Archers 687 Light Cavalry 313 Heavy Cavalry Highlordship of Highgarden Total: 2000 800 Light Inf 200 Heavy Inf 200 Polearms 400 Archers 200 Light Cav 200 Heavy Cav - Bardshome Very Small: 500 200 Light Inf 50 Heavy Inf 50 Polearms 100 Archers 50 Light Cavalry 50 Heavy Cavalry - Monderford Very Small: 500 200 Light Inf 50 Heavy Inf 50 Polearms 100 Archers 50 Light Cavalry 50 Heavy Cavalry - Westbrook Very Small: 500 200 Light Inf 50 Heavy Inf 50 Polearms 100 Archers 50 Light Cavalry 50 Heavy Cavalry - Smallwood Very Small: 500 200 Light Inf 50 Heavy Inf 50 Polearms 100 Archers 50 Light Cavalry 50 Heavy Cavalry

Buildings

Religious Shrine: Adds +1 to your stability level (last one year) Militia Armoury: +10% Levy Town Watch: +10% Levy, 5% cheaper professional troop hire. Barracks: +10% Levy, 10% cheaper professional troop hire. WIP Market Square: +10% income Merchant's Square: +10% province income Trade Hub: Allows owners of the province to gain an additional trade route. WIP Wall Reinforcements: +1 Siege Defence rolls

House Tyrell

Name: Amerei Tyrell, Lady of Highgarden, Warden of the South, Defender of the Marches, The Lady of Roses Age: 23 - Born 210 years after Aegon's Landing. Bio: Amerei was for many years the only child of her father and inherited the Reach from him when she was fourteen. Under her uncle's regency she was kept inside the castle whilst he ruled as the unofficial lord of Highgarden for many years, until one morning when the uncle found Merianne sitting on the Gardener throne, with two ranks of knights in front of her. He was chained and sent to the wall for treason and since then Lady Tyrell has ruled. When she was 16, she married her other uncle. Skills Siege +2 Survival +2 Tier 1 Income Tier 1 Loyalty ****************** Name: Lord Garth Tyrell, High Marshal of the Reach Age: 32 - Born 201 years after Aegon's Landing Bio: Garth was betrothed to lady Tyrell at the young age of 10. They married when he was 24. Garth first was too cowardly to confront his older uncle, the regent, so his wife took the matter in her own hands and banished the uncle. He had expected to rule over the Reach as a lord paramount once the regent had been disposed but found that everyone already looked to lady Amerei as the true authority in Highgarden. Since then, he has not been able to love Amerei and does his best to wield some authority Skills Field +3 Siege +3 Duel +2 Survival +2 ************* Name: Robert Tyrell, Captain of the guard Age: 27 - born 206 years after Aegon's Landing Bio: Robert is the cousin of lady Amerei. His early years were spent as a foster child with his mother's family house Florent. When he became sixteen he served as one of household knights of Highgarden and was awarded with his command over the Highgarden guards when he was the first to swear fealty to lady Tyrell. Skills: Duel +2 Jouster +2 Capture +1 Escape +1 Survival +2 =*=*=*=*=*= Bold = Mains Tyrell family tree Lord Brandon Tyrell *Deceased* Lady Amerei Tyrell b. 210 AL Eddard Tyrell *Deceased* Addam Tyrell b. 199 AL Kevan Tyrell b.217 AL Perianne Tyrell *Deceased* Margeary Tyrell b. 205 AL Perwyn Tyrell b. 186 AL Robert Tyrell b. 206 AL Kyle Tyrell b. 214 AL Emmon Tyrell b. 190 AL Donyse Tyrell b. 207 AL Alyce Tyrell b.209 Jeyne Tyrell b.210 Mya Tyrell b.212 Catelyn Tyrell b.213 Domeric Tyrell b. 200 AL Garth Tyrell b. 201 AL

[Poach]

A Raven from the Eyrie requests trade in Fruits for Stone.​ (10% cheaper buildings)

[jacb547]

A raven arrives from Hornvale offering trade of gold for fruits.

[Alexandrine]

Heavily guarded, Lady Hightower and her daughter Alerie arrive at Highgarden.

[Wheatley]

Admitted they are brought before lady Tyrell, sitting in the gardens drinking lemon water.

"Welcome, my ladies. What business do you have with Highgarden?"

[Alexandrine]

Both take places with Lady Tyrell. "We have come to Highgarden to bring the tax king Aegon ordered all to pay."

[Wheatley]

"Oh. All your vassals tax as well i assume? How much did it count to?"

[Alexandrine]

"Of course." Lady Sylva signaled for two men to come forward with a chest. They placed it for lady Tyrell. "It counts two thousand two hundred Golden Dragons."

[Wheatley]

"Thank you, lady Sylva. I am sure the king will put it to good use." She smiled to the Hightower women.

[Alexandrine]

"Thank you, lady Sylva. I am sure the king will put it to good use." She smiled to the Hightower women.

Her mind always on a party, Sylva replied: "I hope he does not spend it on a wedding. His grace supposedly refused a offer of marriage for my eldest daughter Lady Alysanne." Sylva leaned a bit forward. "You can imagine the mood my husband was in when he returned."

[Dirty Chai]

The midsummer rains of the Reach are pleasant; It comes down in sheets, sounds across the land like a waterfall upon every rooftop, and floods lakes and rivers.
Still, Reachmen savor the rains of the midsummer, for they are mild in temperature, and bring happy relief from the hotter days of the season.

During such a rainstorm, where one cannot see much farther than two-hundred feet beyond, where the rain irrigates the roads and fallow fields into low swamps and muddy tracks,
came the arrival of Lord Jaime Florent of Brightwater, his great-uncle and castellan, Ser Imry, and a large party of knights leading a covered wagon.

No flag was being used because of the rain, but the guests were easily able to identify themselves to the southern guardhouse of Highgarden.

[Wheatley]

Ser Robert greets them, some of the knights he knew from childhood. Some less than he wanted to.

"Lord Jaime! Welcome. This storm came from nowhere. Just a few hours ago, the lady was enjoying the sunshine in the gardens." He extends his arm to greet Florent. Guards in green capes were keeping a watchful eye over the Florent. Such a heavy guard they brought. Just like Hightower a few weeks earlier. When the wagon rolled in they all nodded to each other, praising themselves internally for making assumptions.

[Dirty Chai]

Florent dismounts, and accepts Robert's hand in greeting, but then glances about the fortress around them.. high white walls, well-cropped gardens, robust towers in the distance..
He had seen it only a few times in his life, but knew much about it; it was odd to stand inside its walls, remembering the way some of his forefathers spoke so strongly of their claim to it.

Jaime rather liked the summer rains, but apparently Highgarden did not share this sentiment.
"I've always felt that such weather is meant to cleanse the land."
He then faced back to Tyrell, and asked politely but straightly, "Is Her Ladyship indisposed, or..?"

Jaime Florent was a grown man now: facial hair grown out around his mouth and chin, his dirt-blonde hair parted on the left and combed to the right;
He was taller now, but still of only average height and thin as ever; The doublets and armor of grown knights now suited him, though.
His skin had survived well through childhood, not even a pox mark.

[Wheatley]

Florent dismounts, and accepts Robert's hand in greeting, but then glances about the fortress around them.. high white walls, well-cropped gardens, robust towers in the distance..
He had seen it only a few times in his life, but knew much about it; it was odd to stand inside its walls, remembering the way some of his forefathers spoke so strongly of their claim to it.

Jaime rather liked the summer rains, but apparently Highgarden did not share this sentiment.
"I've always felt that such weather is meant to cleanse the land."
He then faced back to Tyrell, and asked politely but straightly, "Is Her Ladyship indisposed, or..?"

Jaime Florent was a grown man now: facial hair grown out around his mouth and chin, his dirt-blonde hair parted on the left and combed to the right;
He was taller now, but still of only average height and thin as ever; The doublets and armor of grown knights now suited him, though.
His skin had survived well through childhood, not even a pox mark.

Robert Tyrell shaked his head.

"Her ladyship awaits inside the main hall and you can bring two men with you. The rest will be properly entertained in the barracks or if they prefer, there's a brothel outside, sells both boys and girls of all ages."

A massive white door opened for lord Jaime, from where one could see the lady sitting in the old Gardener throne.

Her mind always on a party, Sylva replied: "I hope he does not spend it on a wedding. His grace supposedly refused a offer of marriage for my eldest daughter Lady Alysanne." Sylva leaned a bit forward. "You can imagine the mood my husband was in when he returned."

He should marry me instead, I'm rich, powerful and the greatest beauty in the realm. If only I could get rid of this useless husband, Aegon would not dare refuse having me as his queen.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Aegon must be quite foolish to refuse. A lady of Oldtown is fit for any king." Lady Amerei continued. But the last time a Hightower married a Targaryen, it led to a Dance of Dragons.

"If your daughter is still unwed, I have a cousin who is eligible."

[Alexandrine]

He should marry me instead, I'm rich, powerful and the greatest beauty in the realm. If only I could get rid of this useless husband, Aegon would not dare refuse having me as his queen.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Aegon must be quite foolish to refuse. A lady of Oldtown is fit for any king." Lady Amerei continued. But the last time a Hightower married a Targaryen, it led to a Dance of Dragons.

"If your daughter is still unwed, I have a cousin who is eligible."

Sylva thought for it for a while. "I will discuss it with my lord husband. I can not act on this without his knowledge. But a bachelor from Highgarden is surely a good catch. But I would like to ask you for another favour. My daughter here, Alerie. She is becoming a young maid. We have discussed it and I think it will be good for her to be fostered away from home. So she can learn to be a proper lady. My first thought was of course of you."

[Wheatley]

Sylva thought for it for a while. "I will discuss it with my lord husband. I can not act on this without his knowledge. But a bachelor from Highgarden is surely a good catch. But I would like to ask you for another favour. My daughter here, Alerie. She is becoming a young maid. We have discussed it and I think it will be good for her to be fostered away from home. So she can learn to be a proper lady. My first thought was of course of you."

"It will be a delight to have Alerie as an addition to our court!" Tyrell smiled at Alerie. Bonding with Hightower was advantageous. She hoped.

[Alexandrine]

"It will be a delight to have Alerie as an addition to our court!" Tyrell smiled at Alerie. Bonding with Hightower was advantageous. She hoped.

Sylva nodded "Excellent."

Alerie bowed a little. "I hope I will be of use to you, lady Tyrell."

[Dirty Chai]

Robert Tyrell shaked his head.

"Her ladyship awaits inside the main hall and you can bring two men with you. The rest will be properly entertained in the barracks or if they prefer, there's a brothel outside, sells both boys and girls of all ages."

A massive white door opened for lord Jaime, from where one could see the lady sitting in the old Gardener throne.

Jaime Florent walked down and through the hall, stopping before Lady Amerei, and knelt.

She truly was a beautiful sight, whether it be natural or a noble falsity, and believing himself all too obvious, avoided a straight gaze with his liege lady.
"M'lady Tyrell, I come from Brightwater with the requested tax."

[Wheatley]

"Very good of you, lord Florent." The lady lifted her hand.

"You may rise." Claimant.

"That you come in person to deliver it yourself is admirable, my lord. Most of the other lords only sent a wagon, with nothing more than a stamp to tell me inform my stewards who it came from." Maybe he wants something. He looks healthy. What more could a man want? She smiled.

[Dirty Chai]

Florent stood, and faced his liege-lady, stoutly and politely.
For such a nimble and young man, he rather carried himself well as a knight, appearing both austere and chivalrous.

"My lady," he started, "I come not only to bring the requested tax, but also to speak with you about certain matters of politics."
His brow weakly squinted for a moment, grimacing at his own audacity.