Fang Tower - Seat of Ser Gregor Clegane

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House Clegane

Gregor Clegane

Biography: Ser Gregor Clegane is the Knight of Clegane's Keep and is the head of House Clegane, which are landed knights and bannermen to House Lannister. Gregor Clegane is well known for his size, cruelty, and prowess in battle. Gregor is extremely tall (he is close to eight feet in height). He has "massive shoulders and arms thick as the trunk of small trees." Gregor weighs over thirty stone (420 lbs), nearly all of it muscle, making him near inhumanly strong. Gregor's strength allows him to wield a six-foot, two-handed greatsword with just one hand, giving him enormous reach while still wielding a shield. Such is the power of Gregor's strength that he has been known to hack men in half with just a single blow. In battle he wears the heaviest, thickest plate armor in the Seven Kingdoms. His armor is so heavy that no ordinary man would be able to move, let alone fight effectively while wearing it, making him nigh-invincible in combat. Below the plate he wears chainmail and boiled leather. He also wears a plate helm with only a narrow slit for vision, atop of which is a stone fist punching up towards the sky. Gregor carries an extremely thick oaken shield bearing the three black dogs of House Clegane on a yellow field. Age: 35 Traits & Equipment: +3 Survival +3 Duel (trait) +7 Duel (Greatsword) +1 Scout +2 Pathfinder +7 HP in Duels Equipment +7 Castle forged Greatsword Helm Greaves Chest-plate Pauldrons Gauntlets Plackart Sabaton

Sandor Clegane (absent from the tower)

Biography: Sandor Clegane is a member of House Clegane. He is the younger brother of the current head, Ser Gregor Clegane. He is nicknamed the Hound for his savage nature and unquestioning obedience to his masters and for the three dogs featured in his family's crest. He is considered one of the most dangerous fighters in Westeros, though he frequently drinks himself into stupors. As a child, Sandor received gruesome facial burns when Gregor shoved his face into a brazier. He came to loathe fire, his brother, and the hypocrisy of knighthood in general. Sandor is a huge and heavily-muscled man. The right side of his face is gaunt, with sharp cheekbones and a heavy brow. His nose is large and hooked, his long hair is dark and thin and brushed so that it covers the left side since no hair grows there. The left side of his face is a ruin with no ear but only a hole. There is a twisted mass of scar around his good left eye. Slick black flesh is pocked with craters and deep cracks that ooze red and wet. His eyes are grey. On his jaw, bone shows. He regularly wears plain armor and a distinctive helm sculpted into the shape of a snarling dog's head. Age: 32 Traits & Equipment: +3 Duel +3 Survival +3 Logistician +7 HP in Duels Equipment Helm Iron Shield Greaves Chest-plate Pauldrons Gauntlets Plackart

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Fang Tower Upgrades

Commanding View: +1 to scouting rolls and -1 to enemy scouting rolls in the region Tier I Tier II Tier III Tier IV

Fang Tower Levy

Heavy Infantry: 0 Light Infantry: 1,000 Polearms: 366 Archers: 551 Light Cavalry: 350 Heavy Cavalry: 100

[Pinkerton]

An emissary of House Uller arrives to Fang Tower. He has a small retinue of about ten dornish riders and an herald that announces his presence. He asks for an audience with Ser Clegane

[Pontifex Maximus]

The Mountain was temporarily at the keep, the muster had begun, and it was in this atmosphere that the emissary was allowed in for an audience. Gregor was shirtless, covered in blood, and holding a bloody sword in the midst of a large indoor sparring ground. A trail of blood leading towards the far doors indicated a victim had just been dragged away. He turned to face the man but said nothing.

[Pinkerton]

The Mountain was temporarily at the keep, the muster had begun, and it was in this atmosphere that the emissary was allowed in for an audience. Gregor was shirtless, covered in blood, and holding a bloody sword in the midst of a large indoor sparring ground. A trail of blood leading towards the far doors indicated a victim had just been dragged away. He turned to face the man but said nothing.

Qorgyle was not as shocked as others would have been. Clegane had fame of being an insanely violent sadist. Yet the trail of blood was disturbing

Evening, Lord Clegane. My name is Tristane of House Qorgyle and I have been sent by Lord Uller to discuss some matters that may benefit both of our Houses

[Pontifex Maximus]

The man had a strange accent, a strange name, and called him 'lord' - Gregor was beginning to distrust him early on. "And what might that be, little man?"

[Pinkerton]

The man had a strange accent, a strange name, and called him 'lord' - Gregor was beginning to distrust him early on. "And what might that be, little man?"

Trade, milord. Lord Uller's desire was to start a trade route between Fang Tower and the Hellholt thus strengthening the relationship between him and you

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"If there's gold in it for me, then yes." Anything more complicated than that, any more thinking, and Gregor knew he would be in for another bout of head pain. It had become a growing problem for him recently and the maesters had given him considerable amounts of milk of the poppy for the pain.

[Pinkerton]

"If there's gold in it for me, then yes." Anything more complicated than that, any more thinking, and Gregor knew he would be in for another bout of head pain. It had become a growing problem for him recently and the maesters had given him considerable amounts of milk of the poppy for the pain.

There would be gold for you, milord. I am sure Lord Harmen will be happy to hear about this

The olive-skinned man smiled

If there's nothing you wish for me to say to Lord Uller then I ask for your permission to leave

[Pontifex Maximus]

Gregor turned around as the doors opened again. He had nothing more to say.

[MikauZora]

An envoy bearing the standard of House Baelish arrives at Fang Tower with a small retaine, requesting permission to speak with the Lord of the tower.

[OOC: Providing that you allow her to speak with you I will just cut to the chase to speed things up.]

The envoy walks into your hall and you get a glimpse of her.

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"Greetings my lord" she says "I am Ryella of House Baelish and I have been sent here to speak with you regarding trade. You are a busy man so I will get to the point, my House wishes to trade with yours. We have stone that we would like to trade for your gold, this agreement would benefit both our Houses. What say you my lord?"

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Gregor was suffering from a bout of headaches again. He had been sipping wine laced with milk of the poppy for several hours. He barely registered the woman entering his tower. She was pretty though, pretty enough to do something about. "I'm not a lord." Came the deep throated reply. At least the Dornish had known what he was, and who he was.

He stood to his massive height. "I don't care what happens as long as I get more gold." He said flatly.

[MikauZora]

"I'm sorry Ser, I meant it only as a courtesy." this man scared her she had heard rumours of him but the tales did not do him justice "As you wish Ser, I will speak with organise the trade immediately."

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"Never heard of House Taylish before." He mumbled to himself as he sat back down again.

[MikauZora]

Taylish ha, she thought. Some men were truly dim but this one was something else, however dim men can also be the most dangerous, so she replied "We are only a new House, having only recently being made lords. I can see you are a busy man so I will spare you the details, until we next meet Ser Gregor" She said as she curtseyed and left the room practically skipping to leave the place.