Fairmarket, Seat of House Fisher

[Dirty Chai]

Fairmarket
Seat of House Fisher




Fairmarket is a young town resting on the banks of the Blue Fork, with a bridge that spans the length of the river.
The town has begun to profit off of trade routes through the Riverlands, and may, given time, grow much larger.

For now, it is a small town with a water-side castle, seat of the River King Philip, and a large sept, known as the Fisherman's Sept.

Regional Bonus

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Upgrades

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Siege Level

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Financing & Trade

Income Base: 40,000 Trade Resource: Grain Trading Partners: 1 - House Langward (Perfumes) - 10,000 2 - ...

Military

Levies

High Lordship of Blackwood Raventree Hall - Small Levy - 1,000 Maidstone - Very Small Levy - 500 Blackrush - Small Levy - 1,000 High Lordship of the Trident Fairmarket - Small Levy - 1,000 Blue Fork - Medium Levy - 2,000 Red Fork - Very Small Levy - 500 Stillfen - Small Levy - 1,000 Green Fork - Very Small Levy - 500 Chilltern - Small Levy - 1,000 Wycombe - Very Small Levy - 500 High Lordship of Oldstones Oldstones - Large Levy - 3,000 Rushmoor - Small Levy - 1,000 Seaguard - Medium Levy - 2,000 Martlet Bay - Very Small Levy - 500 Gravesham - Small Levy - 1,000

Professionals

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Navy

5x Coastal Provinces Points: 1250 15 Grand Warships (375) 30 Riverrun Riverboats (600) 15 Dromonds (150) 25 Levy Ships (125) Total Ships: 85

Feudal Tree

House Fisher of the Trident, Ruling from Fairmarket

- House Paege of the Blue Fork

- House Mandrake of the Red Fork

- House Vypren of Stillfen

- House Keah of the Green Fork

- House Wayne of Chilltern

- House Terrick of Wycombe

- House Blackwood of Blackwood, Ruling from Raventree Hall

- House Stackspear of Maidstone
- House Shawney of Blackrush

- House Mallister of Oldstones, Ruling from Seaguard

- House Oldrock of Oldstones
- House Rushmoor of Rushmoor
- House Grell of Martlet Bay
- House Deddings of Gravesham

Characters

Philip Fisher Born 981 Years After Invasion River King on the Trident Skills - 4 Points Field Battle: +1 Siege: +1 Loyalty: +1 (half pay, one year) Income: +1 (+2.5%) Ysabel Fisher (née Teague) Born 983 Years After Invasion Queen Consort of the River King Skills - 4 Points Birth: +1 Spy: +1 Survival: +1 Edmund Fisher Born 1000 Years After Invasion Prince and Heir Apparent of the Trident Gifted - Extra Trait Points at Every Level Skills - N/A Auxiliaries Agnes Fisher - born 980 AI Philippa Fisher - born 984 AI Joanna Fisher - born 986 AI

[Alexandrine]

To the magnificent king Philip, the first of his name,

I, king Runcel of Blackwater like to propose to you, a agreement of trade. I have heard stories of a bustling town, called Fairmarket in your kingdom. Let our merchants travel our lands peacefully and enrich both our countries for mutual benefit. Your lands are famed for their fields of weed and in turn we can offer you the best perfumes the continent has to offer. I believe it would be a agreement that would benefit both. Let it be a symbol of friendship between our two kingdoms.

Signed,
Runcel I Langward
King of Blackwater

[Trot]

A messenger arrives from house Ambler to discuss trade with the River king.

[Dirty Chai]

The messenger is let into the courtyard of the castle for a time, away from the rabble of Fairmarket.
He is left to wait for a good time before a group of merchants and other bourgeoisie representatives came storming out of the tower's entrance, angered expressions.

The messenger from the Vale is then allowed up into the tower, his turn come;
He is led up a flight of stairs and into a small hall, where a woman sat on a small dais, dressed in blue and white, her skin a little clammy from the warmth in the room.
A small court stood around her and to her sides, and cradle was to her left, from which the cries of a newborn came.

Only interrupted by the baby, the enthroned lady spoke to the messenger,
"Come forward."

[Trot]

The man stepped forward bowing to the woman.
"Thank you, I have brought a message from King Eddard. If her majesty would allow me."
He pulls out a letter an begins to read.

To the noble King of the rivers,
I would like to open trade between our to realms. My realm produces fine stone for building your keeps and fortifying your walls. While your grain will be good for feeding my expanding realm. I would also like to extend the offer of friendship between our to realms.
Signed King Eddard Armbler

[Dirty Chai]

The woman was silent for a while, until the bay suddenly went silent and she glanced in her child's direction.

"My husband is away pushing claims. His newborn heir, Prince Edmund, can answer for you.."
A long silence, and then the baby started crying again.
"Ah, that is unfortunate," the queen consort explained, "It seems we cannot give you what you seek; the harvest is low."

She tilted her head.
"You may give the King Beyond the Mountains Queen Ysabel's finest regard."

[Trot]

The envoy's mouth tightens for the smallest second.
"That is most unfortunate. I will inform him at once. If her majesty would allow me to depart. I have a long ride a head of me."
The man bows for the smallest second.

[Dirty Chai]

The envoy's mouth tightens for the smallest second.
"That is most unfortunate. I will inform him at once. If her majesty would allow me to depart. I have a long ride a head of me."
The man bows for the smallest second.

A few of the courtiers began to laugh, breaking their perfect silence, and the Queen followed with a smile and a womanly chuckle.
She raised her hand, "Forgive us, it was only a jest.. Though, the harvests are indeed low this year; Inform His Grace that if he waits another year, he may find a better answer; We only wish to have a fair trade, as taking stone for little grain would be un-godly of us."

A bearded man with a somewhat rough appearance, even though dressed in fine clothing of black and burgundy, rode towards Fairmarket. His name was Rupert Longward, younger brother to king Runcel of Blackwater. He looked to the nice little village that came closer. This was the place that would give the people of Blackwater their much needed weed grain, he thought by himself. Reaching the place, he stated who he was and that he wanted to speak with the rulers of the Trident.

The Langward, though unexpected, was led into a hall in the tower above the town, where a woman sat comfortable upon a low throne.
A small line of courtiers stood at each of her sides, and the larger seat beside her was empty.
The sounds of a newborn emanated in the background.

"Welcome, Sir Langward, You may come closer."

[Trot]

A few of the courtiers began to laugh, breaking their perfect silence, and the Queen followed with a smile and a womanly chuckle.
She raised her hand, "Forgive us, it was only a jest.. Though, the harvests are indeed low this year; Inform His Grace that if he waits another year, he may find a better answer; We only wish to have a fair trade, as taking stone for little grain would be un-godly of us."

"I will remember that my lady. I must return though. I have a long ride a head of me."

[Alexandrine]

A bearded man with a somewhat rough appearance, even though dressed in fine clothing of black and burgundy, rode towards Fairmarket. His name was Rupert Longward, younger brother to king Runcel of Blackwater. He looked to the nice little village that came closer. This was the place that would give the people of Blackwater their much needed weed grain, he thought by himself. Reaching the place, he stated who he was and that he wanted to speak with the rulers of the Trident.

[Alexandrine]

Rupert Langward walked into the throne room with considerable confidence. He saw that he was shown before a woman, instead of a king. Normally he would be touched in his honour, but he knew who this was. He bowed lowly for her. "Queen Ysabel, it is an honour." Philip might be king, but it was her ancient line that secured that crown of his. Lacking an ancient family of their own, the Longwards had a natural respect and sometimes envy towards older houses. When he had straightened his back again from his bow, he eyed the lady, in not a very subtle way. "I have heard of a queen of great beauty on the trident and for once, the rumors seem to be true."

[Dirty Chai]

"And you would do well to name the rumor-mongers so I may place them in the cells," she said with a sharp smile and tilted her head in curiosity.
"Sir Rupert Langward, I trust you found safe travel through our lands?"

[Alexandrine]

Rupert grinned at her remark. Sharp, this one.
"Yes, I have traveled with much ease and no complications. My brother has send me from Rayonet, with me I have brought the first loading of perfumes from our capital and came collecting the first loading of grains. For we are deeply grateful."

[Dirty Chai]

Ysabel brightened up at the mention of the perfumes, her back straightening on the throne.
"By all means," she said, turning to an attendant, "Bring them forth."
It was a long silence, broken by the cries of the newborn from a side hall behind a tapestry.

[Alexandrine]

The attendant quickly walked away and returned with servants carrying a large chest, placing it before the queen. "Let me," Rupert said and waved the servants away, opening the chest himself. The chest was filled with all kinds of glass bottles. Each bottle was filled with a liquid content. Some had a little colour to it, others looked just like water. He took one out and demonstrated it to her. He gestured the bottle in her direction. "If i may..?"

[Dirty Chai]

The attendant quickly walked away and returned with servants carrying a large chest, placing it before the queen. "Let me," Rupert said and waved the servants away, opening the chest himself. The chest was filled with all kinds of glass bottles. Each bottle was filled with a liquid content. Some had a little colour to it, others looked just like water. He took one out and demonstrated it to her. He gestured the bottle in her direction. "If i may..?"

"You may," she answered, and waited, turning her head a little.

"I will remember that my lady. I must return though. I have a long ride a head of me."

Ysabel gestured with her hand
"You have our leave."

[Trot]

"Thank you my lady"
With that he turns and leaves

[Alexandrine]

Rupert shook the bottle very slowly once and then picked out the glass cap and touched it gently to her neck. A drip of the liquid ran down her throat. He held in his breath for a moment, for he longed to caress that neck.. and bosom of hers. But sadly, he wasn't here to seduce a foreign queen. A scent of roses could be smelled.
"How does your grace find this one? In our chests many different flavours can be found."

[Dirty Chai]

A few muffled giggles came from some of the female courtiers in the room, and Ysabel looked quite shocked that he had to come close to her.
Hiding embarrassment that she had not known he would have to come so close, she took a stoic expression.
"It is a fine smell," she said soberly, sneaking a glare to silence her ladies-in-waiting.
"I hope our grain surplus reaches your lands fine."

[Alexandrine]

He stepped a pace backwards. "My lady, as you might have guessed. The perfumes are not the only reason why I am here.. My brother and I have an important offer for you. We would like to expend the friendship we have built in trade and make it a bit more intimate. I, myself am unwed and looking for a proper wife. Since you have no living kin.. it would be my honour to take one of your husbands sisters as a wife and make an alliance with the Trident."