As High as Honor

[Oznerol]

Jon's long fingers pitter-patter the long oak table. Nervous. Nor only few ago had the Mad King claimed his nephew's life but also that of his foster sons. Only defiance and rebellion he received. Long years the Vale had been loyal to the Iron Throne, but blood is split and a feud, forged. Jon would not rest until the tyrant, the monster who ended so worthy lives, abruptly, was brought to justice, chained.

He sights while rising from his seat, while his health had no rift the joints ache, remembering the Arryn the toll of time and age, something that even dragons feel. Through the window Jon could watch the whole Vale, covered in morning mist long below. A calm morning, nor a single cloud in the sky. Jon could glance a falcon flying in circles, clearly spotting a much desired prey. He has not the sight he once had in his youth, but it still it was clear as that morning that the Vale would definitely march to war. Jon couldn't imagine what his new wife, Lysa was thinking. She had something disturbing, an inner sorrow he... Those things doesn't matter right now, Jon... He turns back and sits again behind the long oaken table in the Crescent chamber.

"Denys"

A fair haired man, quick and brimming with smiles and courtesy leaned forward. He wore a silvery plate armor, of fluted design. His gauntlet hand resting on the sword's pommel. His heir, his hope. He made a calm, convincing figure. Tall as his lord grandfather.

"Uncle"

"Send word to the Lords of the Vale here gathered, we shall decide where we shall strike, with haste they are summoned to my presence"

"Sire, as you wish"

Not all the Lords, though. Grafton rebelled and they have been crushed, their lord killed by his young foster son, Robert. Blood was split foolishly, because they chose to follow a madman. That was beyond Jon's skills, how even the utterly corrupt king could still inspire loyalty, a most noble feeling. It was time for the cleanse, a new dynasty born amidst the ashes of the old.

Lord Jon looks the map at the desk and examines a list of the available troops. And yet another parchment rested on the table, but this one sealed with blue wax, a falcon on it. Jon smiled sadly. I'm old and all must be prepared.
Before the Vale Lords arrived he wrote a last letter, to be sent to the new Lord Stark, his son. The Valemen will honor their bows, their promise. The Bloody Gate would be opened and from the bowels of the Vale of Arryn its hosts would march, proud and tall, to death and vengeance.

He could hear the Arryn silken banners waving in the wind, the strong morning wind coming from the mountains.

I miss simple times, when the old Aegon ruled and peace, prosperity, was dominant through the realms. Though, no more a wise dragon sat on the twisted throne, but a scion of his, mad and abhorrent tyrant. Still Jon remember Rhaelle, when she was Lady of Storm's End, and the black hair of little Robert on her lap...
You are not old enough to rave, Jon.

He focuses again on the desk when the sound of mail, leather and steps alert him. His Lords; friends, allies, kin had arrived. He rises his blue, kind gaze, and smiles.
"Regards! We have affairs to solve my dearest Lords, please take a seat"
He remembered his father last words:

"When all seems lost, Jon, remember we always have honor, always"

As High as Honor. Arryn would march to war once more.

ooc: You may do you entrance, Vale Lords.

[Jokern]

Lord Addam Corbray strode in first, followed by his two sons, Ser Lyonel and Ser Lyn, who was accompanied by his squire Robar Royce. They were all dressed in shining plate armor, with white surcoats displaying three black ravens clutching three red hearts on their claws. They carried their heads high, as proud and old members of the Vale nobility. At his hip Lord Corbray carried Lady Forlorn, while his sons settled for regular, cold steel. Lord Addam knew though that Lyonel would scorn him for letting Lyn carry a weapon after what happened at Gulltown, but he did not care. The boy was wild and prone to go his own way, yes, but he was still a Corbray and he had yielded once the battle was over. It had been on honorable terms, so there was no need for more punishment.
The Lord of Heart's Home took his seat next to his old friend, his sons not far behind. It been a while since he last had met Jon, though he was not glad of the circumstances that they had been forced into. War was never a jolly time to meet old friends.
Lord Addam spoke up. "My lord, it is good to see you again. Have there been any word from Storm's End, Winterfell or Riverrun?"

[Oznerol]

Lord Jon smiles to the approaching Corbrays, even if he looks a tad surprised the wild Lyn Corbray. He was an unpredictable, harsh lordling, but he was pardoned, still was ironic he now marched to depose the King he rose to defend. However Gods liked to jest, Jon knew that, and wasn't the most strange thing he had witnessed.
He points several chairs placed around the desk and Jon's own carved seat.

"My Lord Corbray, a pleasure to see you again, has been a while since the last time. Hope the march from Heart's Home was uneventful"

He coughs to clear his voice

"None, yet, I'm afraid they must be busy enough mustering their hosts, and the way South from Winterfell is a long one indeed. We'll have to hold the ground by our own until their arrival. However we won't sit idle. I have several ideas, but we'll have to wait at least until Lord Royce's arrival"

He looks the Corbrays, one by one.

[Jokern]

Lord Jon smiles to the approaching Corbrays, even if he looks a tad surprised the wild Lyn Corbray. He was an unpredictable, harsh lordling, but he was pardoned, still was ironic he now marched to depose the King he rose to defend. However Gods liked to jest, Jon knew that, and wasn't the most strange thing he had witnessed.
He points several chairs placed around the desk and Jon's own carved seat.

"My Lord Corbray, a pleasure to see you again, has been a while since the last time. Hope the march from Heart's Home was uneventful"

He coughs to clear his voice

"None, yet, I'm afraid they must be busy enough mustering their hosts, and the way South from Winterfell is a long one indeed. We'll have to hold the ground by our own until their arrival. However we won't sit idle. I have several ideas, but we'll have to wait at least until Lord Royce's arrival"

He looks the Corbrays, one by one.

Before his father has time to answer, Ser Lyn Corbray smiles wryly and speaks. Both Lord Addam and Ser Lyonel look at him with annoyed eyes.
"If the old men want to rest, fine by me, but I will not wait. No songs are written about cautious knights and stoic lords who let other men take their glory, it's those who face twenty men and still win that become legends. Lord Arryn, give me the command of ten thousand men and I'll bring you the heads of the dragons before Robert Baratheon has the time to another whore."
Lord Addam's face was red with fury.
"Show some damn respect for your liege, Lyn! Jon Arryn has been fighting battles before you were born, so be careful with who you insult! A little raven who has barely left the nest has no right to think that he knows more about strategies than the seasoned falcon." By now Lord Corbray had calmed down, and the room had gone silent. Lyn looked at his father, rose from his seat and left the room, his squire Robar running after him. Addam turned back to Jon Arryn, with a face that witnessed of fatigue and sadness.
"Please forgive my son's insolence, Jon. Like all young knights he thinks himself invincible. A good beating would calm his wild spirit, but running head-first into battle is not going to solve anything. However, I think I speak for all of us when I say that the Vale wants blood, preferably the Mad King's. Marching to the southern Riverlands with the main host to repel any initial attacks from the Mad King's forces would be a good start. We need to link up with our allies, but it will take time before they've mustered their strength, and time is of the essence here. The longer we wait, the stronger our foes grow. Attacking first, right into the Crownlands should be our objective now, to show Aerys on his throne that his time has come."

As Jon looks through the Corbray ranks three men enter his hall.

"Lord Corbray" one of them says as he walks past and dips his head to his liege lord before turning his attention to Lord Jon Arryn.

They all bend the knee and the first man rises and begins to speak softly:

"My lord, I would like to introduce myself as Andar Baelish. My family is only a small family who owns an inn near here but we realise that the Vale needs all the help it can get. My family has been in service to House Corbray for several generations now. Though we are no great lords my lord but we have come to pledge the service of both myself, my brother--"

He is cut off by the second man who is quite muscular and speaks much louder than is necessary "Marwyn of House Baelish, legendary bard and swordsman of the free cities, but I'm sure you've heard of me"

Andar Baelish looks embarrassed and as you try to think of this man not a single memory or story comes to mind.

"It would do me my pleasure to help serve the noble Houses of Arryn and Corbray as we have. As the tales have told I am good with a spear and have slain many men in one on one combat, I would be ideal for protecting one of you high lords or finding an enemy on the battlefield and putting an end to him. My brother Andar here, though he won't tell you himself is quite good at scouting, making sure men are where they are needed before time and leading attacks from the rear. Lastly, we bring my nephew though he is of fighting age he was wounded severely quite recently and is unable to fight at this time but he can still be of use to you..."

The third Baelish, a small slender boy walks forth
"My lord, I am Petyr Baelish son of Andar, it does me a great pleasure to finally meet you. My skill is not in warfare as I have learnt but in money. I grew up in the Household of your lady wife Lysa Arryn and I'm sure she will support my proposition having known my talents quite well. If it please my lord I think I can make the Vale more wealthy than it has ever been, it would do me a great honour if you allow me to serve as your master of coin or trade at the Vale. Though I am young if you would but let me look at the accounts of the Vale, I promise you I shall find the errors and missed opportunity and increase your income dramatically."

Lord Addam nods to Andar Baelish at his courteous greeting. After the three men have spoken, the insolence of Marwyn bitter as always, Lord Addam nods to Jon Arryn.
"House Baelish has served Heart's Home well and true, and I will vouch for their honor and their skill. It is good to have men like them in these dire times."

[Oznerol]

Before his father has time to answer, Ser Lyn Corbray smiles wryly and speaks. Both Lord Addam and Ser Lyonel look at him with annoyed eyes.
"If the old men want to rest, fine by me, but I will not wait. No songs are written about cautious knights and stoic lords who let other men take their glory, it's those who face twenty men and still win that become legends. Lord Arryn, give me the command of ten thousand men and I'll bring you the heads of the dragons before Robert Baratheon has the time to another whore."
Lord Addam's face was red with fury.
"Show some damn respect for your liege, Lyn! Jon Arryn has been fighting battles before you were born, so be careful with who you insult! A little raven who has barely left the nest has no right to think that he knows more about strategies than the seasoned falcon." By now Lord Corbray had calmed down, and the room had gone silent. Lyn looked at his father, rose from his seat and left the room, his squire Robar running after him. Addam turned back to Jon Arryn, with a face that witnessed of fatigue and sadness.
"Please forgive my son's insolence, Jon. Like all young knights he thinks himself invincible. A good beating would calm his wild spirit, but running head-first into battle is not going to solve anything. However, I think I speak for all of us when I say that the Vale wants blood, preferably the Mad King's. Marching to the southern Riverlands with the main host to repel any initial attacks from the Mad King's forces would be a good start. We need to link up with our allies, but it will take time before they've mustered their strength, and time is of the essence here. The longer we wait, the stronger our foes grow. Attacking first, right into the Crownlands should be our objective now, to show Aerys on his throne that his time has come."

Lord Addam nods to Andar Baelish at his courteous greeting. After the three men have spoken, the insolence of Marwyn bitter as always, Lord Addam nods to Jon Arryn.
"House Baelish has served Heart's Home well and true, and I will vouch for their honor and their skill. It is good to have men like them in these dire times."

Jon's gaze turns harsh and stern for a single moment.

"I will forgive his insolence, Lord Corbray, he is young and hot-tempered, like boiling water he is dangerous and prone to outbursts. Young men always are. But he will not be so eager to ride to battle in the future, war brings blood and destruction, not only glory an fame. I don't want failures, however"

He looks Lord Corbray

"Tell your son to prepare his armor and horse, he is assigned to Ser Denys' host. If he wants to prove himself I'll let him, a chance of redemption"

"Marwyn Baelish you will accompany my nephew as well, as his sworn sword and shield. Addam you will stay with our main host. Talks with Ser Vardis Egen, he will give you proper indications about the role you will fulfill in the incoming campaign"

He looks Lord Addam

"As always, you will ride by my side, Lord Cobray. But what about your eldest son? where is he? I need to do appointments and he was a firm candidate, as reward for your House's unwavering loyalty"

[Jokern]

Jon's gaze turns harsh and stern for a single moment.

"I will forgive his insolence, Lord Corbray, he is young and hot-tempered, like boiling water he is dangerous and prone to outbursts. Young men always are. But he will not be so eager to ride to battle in the future, war brings blood and destruction, not only glory an fame. I don't want failures, however"

He looks Lord Corbray

"Tell your son to prepare his armor and horse, he is assigned to Ser Denys' host. If he wants to prove himself I'll let him, a chance of redemption"

"Marwyn Baelish you will accompany my nephew as well, as his sworn sword and shield. Addam you will stay with our main host. Talks with Ser Vardis Egen, he will give you proper indications about the role you will fulfill in the incoming campaign"

He looks Lord Addam

"As always, you will ride by my side, Lord Cobray. But what about your eldest son? where is he? I need to do appointments and he was a firm candidate, as reward for your House's unwavering loyalty"

Lord Addam nodded in agreement. Denys Arryn was good lad, ever since his squiring days at Heart's Home. He would be able to correct Lyn. That was what he hoped at least.
When Jon asked him where his son was, father and son exchanged looks. Was Jon Arryn really so old that he could not see Lyonel beside him? His son spoke.
"I am right here, my lord. I appreciate the any rewards you offer, but for now I humbly request that I ride with my lord father into battle as his lieutenant. I suspect that my experience with wars will grow better if I learn from a seasoned commander like my father. What is the offer, if I may ask?"

[Oznerol]

Lord Addam nodded in agreement. Denys Arryn was good lad, ever since his squiring days at Heart's Home. He would be able to correct Lyn. That was what he hoped at least.
When Jon asked him where his son was, father and son exchanged looks. Was Jon Arryn really so old that he could not see Lyonel beside him? His son spoke.
"I am right here, my lord. I appreciate the any rewards you offer, but for now I humbly request that I ride with my lord father into battle as his lieutenant. I suspect that my experience with wars will grow better if I learn from a seasoned commander like my father. What is the offer, if I may ask?"

ooc: Didn't notice him

He smiles. His cursed sight wasn't as good as before and the tension of the past days have paid its toll on Lord Jon's nerves.

"By the Father, Ser Lyonel, I didn't recognize you, you have grown since the last time I've seen you. Yes, you will serve as standard bearer to my cousin and heir, Ser Denys, such you will have the honor of bearing the arms of Arryn to the battlefield. Serve me well, Ser Lyonel"

Lord Arryn turns to Marwyn.

"I wish so, that no hamr will fall upon him, he is a more than capable duelist and a magnificent rider, but that might be not enough if he had to face a Kingsguard; Aerys has the finest swordsmen alive on his side"

"But cousin I could..."

"Denys you would be cut down by Barristan Selmy like a cake. I know him. You'll need the support of these men, and they will serve you well"

He coughs to clear his voice:

"We will discuss the ransoms, hostages and such later, Lord Yohn, I have something to discuss with you"

"My Lords, we have a war to wage, and we need to move swiftly. We cannot lose more time"

"We will divide the Vale's forces, a host numbering twenty thousand swords will march under my own command, supported by Lord Corbray and Hardyng. Another host, comprising the levies of Runestone and those of the Fingers will be lead by you, Lord Royce. A third host, lead by Ser Denys will number ten thousand swords, but comprised of light cavalry and light infantry, they will harass our enemies and screen our flanks"

Lord Arryn points a map

"I will march south, to Darry, to smash the loyalist lords on the Bay of Crabs, capturing and subduing them as soon as possible, and then I will either help Lord Tully hold the ground or link with Robert"

[MikauZora]

"Thank you for your kind words, Lord Corbray we hope to serve you well."

"Marwyn Baelish you will accompany my nephew as well, as his sworn sword and shield. Addam you will stay with our main host. Talks with Ser Vardis Egen, he will give you proper indications about the role you will fulfill in the incoming campaign"

"As you wish, my lord" Marwyn responds "Lord Denys will not come to harm under my watch, I will keep my eye on him."

Lord Andar seems taken aback "In the main--- thank you my lord, I will not fail you."

[MikauZora]

As Jon looks through the Corbray ranks three men enter his hall.

"Lord Corbray" one of them says as he walks past and dips his head to his liege lord before turning his attention to Lord Jon Arryn.

They all bend the knee and the first man rises and begins to speak softly:

"My lord, I would like to introduce myself as Andar Baelish. My family is only a small family who owns an inn near here but we realise that the Vale needs all the help it can get. My family has been in service to House Corbray for several generations now. Though we are no great lords my lord but we have come to pledge the service of both myself, my brother--"

He is cut off by the second man who is quite muscular and speaks much louder than is necessary "Marwyn of House Baelish, legendary bard and swordsman of the free cities, but I'm sure you've heard of me"

Andar Baelish looks embarrassed and as you try to think of this man not a single memory or story comes to mind.

"It would do me my pleasure to help serve the noble Houses of Arryn and Corbray as we have. As the tales have told I am good with a spear and have slain many men in one on one combat, I would be ideal for protecting one of you high lords or finding an enemy on the battlefield and putting an end to him. My brother Andar here, though he won't tell you himself is quite good at scouting, making sure men are where they are needed before time and leading attacks from the rear. Lastly, we bring my nephew though he is of fighting age he was wounded severely quite recently and is unable to fight at this time but he can still be of use to you..."

The third Baelish, a small slender boy walks forth
"My lord, I am Petyr Baelish son of Andar, it does me a great pleasure to finally meet you. My skill is not in warfare as I have learnt but in money. I grew up in the Household of your lady wife Lysa Arryn and I'm sure she will support my proposition having known my talents quite well. If it please my lord I think I can make the Vale more wealthy than it has ever been, it would do me a great honour if you allow me to serve as your master of coin or trade at the Vale. Though I am young if you would but let me look at the accounts of the Vale, I promise you I shall find the errors and missed opportunity and increase your income dramatically."

[Velasco]

The Lady Lysa stirs at the arrival of the Baelish but decides against speaking until her husband asks for it.

[Ganbarenippon]

The weary group of men made it's way out of the stone chimney and up into the lower reaches of The Eyrie. Lord Yohn Royce strode into his liege's castle clad in his shining bronze armour and accompanied by his son and heir Ser Andar. Ser Nestor Royce and his son Ser Albar followed tailed by the unmistakeable frame of Strong Sam Stone, Yohn's confidante and captain of the Guards. The big, bluff Lord of Runestone was accompanied by his vassal, the much younger Lord Eddison Ruthermont.

"My Lords." Bronze Yohn's voice boomed out across the meeting chamber. "I must apologise for my tardiness, I have been setting matters to rights in Gulltown." He said, grimly. "I have the Grafton heirs separated, My Lord." He proceeds, speaking directly to Lord Arryn. "Ser Gerold, Lord Marq's heir until you say differently, is currently an honoured guest at Runestone. Lady Janie is a guest of Eddisons." He indicates the youthful Lord Ruthermont. "and Ser Gyles is currently at Redfort. Speaking of which Horton is on his way up the mountain now My Lord." The Royce party finally come to the table and are seated, all except Bronze Yohn who pauses and looks around the chamber. "I have left Lady Barbrey as regent of Gulltown, but there will be no help in this war from there, and that is a loss, Grafton could field as many men as most of the High Lords..." he pauses, obviously wishing to say something else.

"I...must apologise My Lords. If I had been more aware of what Marq planned I could've perhaps acted sooner and no battle need have been fought. Marq's children would still have a father, and I would still have my friend." He said quietly, before turning his eyes to Jon. "My Lord, I beg you not to punish Marq's children. They only followed their father, as any of us would hope our children would do." He steals a quick glance to Andar and Robar. "They shouldn't be punished for their father's folly."

[Oznerol]

As Jon looks through the Corbray ranks three men enter his hall.

"Lord Corbray" one of them says as he walks past and dips his head to his liege lord before turning his attention to Lord Jon Arryn.

They all bend the knee and the first man rises and begins to speak softly:

"My lord, I would like to introduce myself as Andar Baelish. My family is only a small family who owns an inn near here but we realise that the Vale needs all the help it can get. My family has been in service to House Corbray for several generations now. Though we are no great lords my lord but we have come to pledge the service of both myself, my brother--"

He is cut off by the second man who is quite muscular and speaks much louder than is necessary "Marwyn of House Baelish, legendary bard and swordsman of the free cities, but I'm sure you've heard of me"

Andar Baelish looks embarrassed and as you try to think of this man not a single memory or story comes to mind.

"It would do me my pleasure to help serve the noble Houses of Arryn and Corbray as we have. As the tales have told I am good with a spear and have slain many men in one on one combat, I would be ideal for protecting one of you high lords or finding an enemy on the battlefield and putting an end to him. My brother Andar here, though he won't tell you himself is quite good at scouting, making sure men are where they are needed before time and leading attacks from the rear. Lastly, we bring my nephew though he is of fighting age he was wounded severely quite recently and is unable to fight at this time but he can still be of use to you..."

The third Baelish, a small slender boy walks forth
"My lord, I am Petyr Baelish son of Andar, it does me a great pleasure to finally meet you. My skill is not in warfare as I have learnt but in money. I grew up in the Household of your lady wife Lysa Arryn and I'm sure she will support my proposition having known my talents quite well. If it please my lord I think I can make the Vale more wealthy than it has ever been, it would do me a great honour if you allow me to serve as your master of coin or trade at the Vale. Though I am young if you would but let me look at the accounts of the Vale, I promise you I shall find the errors and missed opportunity and increase your income dramatically."

He nods receiving the newcomers. He notices the brother's daring and prideful commentary. He somehow remembered his nephew Elbert, death and burned by the cursed King.

"Ser Andar, Ser Marwyn. I presume you are anointed knights. Every sword is need in this enterprise. You will be of use. I need a good rider, a swift scout for this campaign, and sworn sword are always useful"

He looks the young boy. Injured, how?

"You are quite daring for you age, however"

He turns to his wife Lysa. Her auburn hair, thick, shone under the morning's sun. Still she had something... Jon knew she thought he was disgusting, hated his half-fallen teeth, his aches, his complaints. Politics more than once required those uneven marriages, joyful for the old who enjoys the turgid flesh of the young woman, but a curse for the young, who has to endure what an oldman, still on his prime or not, really is. Jon dismissed those thoughts. He didn't need a male son, he had Denys, but still his death would mean the end of the main line of the Arryn, uninterrupted through centuries of warfare, betrayal and turmoil. He still was reluctant to father a son he would not see grow to manhood.

"He has the skills he boasts, Lysa? Or is a mere ambitious and unskilled young? I'm reluctant to grant such a young commoner to wield such a title, not without knowing if he is sincere, or not"

He looks into his wife's blue eyes.

The weary group of men made it's way out of the stone chimney and up into the lower reaches of The Eyrie. Lord Yohn Royce strode into his liege's castle clad in his shining bronze armour and accompanied by his son and heir Ser Andar. Ser Nestor Royce and his son Ser Albar followed tailed by the unmistakeable frame of Strong Sam Stone, Yohn's confidante and captain of the Guards. The big, bluff Lord of Runestone was accompanied by his vassal, the much younger Lord Eddison Ruthermont.

"My Lords." Bronze Yohn's voice boomed out across the meeting chamber. "I must apologise for my tardiness, I have been setting matters to rights in Gulltown." He said, grimly. "I have the Grafton heirs separated, My Lord." He proceeds, speaking directly to Lord Arryn. "Ser Gerold, Lord Marq's heir until you say differently, is currently an honoured guest at Runestone. Lady Janie is a guest of Eddisons." He indicates the youthful Lord Ruthermont. "and Ser Gyles is currently at Redfort. Speaking of which Horton is on his way up the mountain now My Lord." The Royce party finally come to the table and are seated, all except Bronze Yohn who pauses and looks around the chamber. "I have left Lady Barbrey as regent of Gulltown, but there will be no help in this war from there, and that is a loss, Grafton could field as many men as most of the High Lords..." he pauses, obviously wishing to say something else.

"I...must apologise My Lords. If I had been more aware of what Marq planned I could've perhaps acted sooner and no battle need have been fought. Marq's children would still have a father, and I would still have my friend." He said quietly, before turning his eyes to Jon. "My Lord, I beg you not to punish Marq's children. They only followed their father, as any of us would hope our children would do." He steals a quick glance to Andar and Robar. "They shouldn't be punished for their father's folly."

Lord Jon had jsut replied to the Baelish and there arrived his most faithful bannermen, a friend, a stone on which Lord Jon could rest the faitigue of warfare. He smiled at them.

"Be welcome my old friend. Lord Eddison, the Eyrie welcome you. I hope the climb hasn't been too hard or tiresome, the weather is perfect today. A beautiful morning"

He ponders the fate of the Grafton a moment.

"You ended swiftly the Grafton ill-omened uprising. He dared to defy my authority as his liege, to defend a mad man who slayed my nephew and heir"

Denys moves uncomfortably, he loved Elbert, they were companions, last scions of an old house.

"However I'm not merciless, Lord Yohn, even if they will have to pay for their failed rebellion, none less. I expected no rifts from the ranks of my vassals, nor in such a delicate enterprise"

He sights

"They will be pardoned, but after paying a heavy ransom, the amount of which will be decided according to the income of Gulltown. No harm will fall upon them, I promise. And they shall send a hostage to the Eyrie, until I recover my trust in them. But the sins of the father are not also of the child, they commit sins on their own"

Lord Jon looks Lyn Corbray for a moment.

More Lords were arriving and Lord Jon greeted them. Now that their number had increased Jon ordered wine and appetizers to be brought. The servants, with the livery emblazoned with the Arryn's heraldry, brought wine and goblets for his Lords.

[MikauZora]

He nods receiving the newcomers. He notices the brother's daring and prideful commentary. He somehow remembered his nephew Elbert, death and burned by the cursed King.

"Ser Andar, Ser Marwyn. I presume you are anointed knights. Every sword is need in this enterprise. You will be of use. I need a good rider, a swift scout for this campaign, and sworn sword are always useful"

He looks the young boy. Injured, how?

"You are quite daring for you age, however"

He turns to his wife Lysa. Her auburn hair, thick, shone under the morning's sun. Still she had something... Jon knew she thought he was disgusting, hated his half-fallen teeth, his aches, his complaints. Politics more than once required those uneven marriages, joyful for the old who enjoys the turgid flesh of the young woman, but a curse for the young, who has to endure what an oldman, still on his prime or not, really is. Jon dismissed those thoughts. He didn't need a male son, he had Denys, but still his death would mean the end of the main line of the Arryn, uninterrupted through centuries of warfare, betrayal and turmoil. He still was reluctant to father a son he would not see grow to manhood.

"He has the skills he boasts, Lysa? Or is a mere ambitious and unskilled young? I'm reluctant to grant such a young commoner to wield such a title, not without knowing if he is sincere, or not"

He looks into his wife's blue eyes.

"Begging your pardon my lord" replies Andar "but neither myself or my brother are knights, merely swordsmen in the service of House Corbray."

"At least I was offered a knighthood." interrupts Marwyn

The young Petyr blushes "I was injured in a duel for the heart of a woman who never loved me. I thought I could win her heart by fighting a wolf but he bore his fangs and left me scarred."

Petyr waits for Lady Lysa's response.

[Velasco]

He looks the young boy. Injured, how?

"You are quite daring for you age, however"

He turns to his wife Lysa. Her auburn hair, thick, shone under the morning's sun. Still she had something... Jon knew she thought he was disgusting, hated his half-fallen teeth, his aches, his complaints. Politics more than once required those uneven marriages, joyful for the old who enjoys the turgid flesh of the young woman, but a curse for the young, who has to endure what an oldman, still on his prime or not, really is. Jon dismissed those thoughts. He didn't need a male son, he had Denys, but still his death would mean the end of the main line of the Arryn, uninterrupted through centuries of warfare, betrayal and turmoil. He still was reluctant to father a son he would not see grow to manhood.

"He has the skills he boasts, Lysa? Or is a mere ambitious and unskilled young? I'm reluctant to grant such a young commoner to wield such a title, not without knowing if he is sincere, or not"

He looks into his wife's blue eyes.

She spoke in a calm, still voice, avoiding her husband's eyes, almost as if speaking to his torso instead of his face.

"Aye sire, he is as clever and sincere as they come. Father loves him dearly and would be most pleased to see him so promoted by you, should you choose to grant his wish."

[Oznerol]

She spoke in a calm, still voice, avoiding her husband's eyes, almost as if speaking to his torso instead of his face.

"Aye sire, he is as clever and sincere as they come. Father loves him dearly and would be most pleased to see him so promoted by you, should you choose to grant his wish."

Again she was behaving oddly. Well still he needed to gain her trust. She wasn't very affectionate, nor loved his husband still. But Jon trusted one day she would, it was her duty.

"Take it as a favor I grant you, my Lady. Baelish, you will run the Vale accounts, I name you Master of Coin. However I trust that you are worthy of my wife's trust. Don't fail me, Petyr"

Jon had done such an appointment reluctantly, but knowing that the management of his accounts and business would need supervision during the length of the armed conflict; he needed an accountant. If Baelish would be a valuable asset that was still to be proven, but however it was the best he had and still he had his wife's trust, and Jon was eager to please his young wife. Corbray trusted them as well, and Jon trusted Corbray.

He looks the trio of Baelish:

"Serve me well, Baelish and you will be rewarded accordingly"

[Velasco]

Again she was behaving oddly. Well still he needed to gain her trust. She wasn't very affectionate, nor loved his husband still. But Jon trusted one day she would, it was her duty.

"Take it as a favor I grant you, my Lady. Baelish, you will run the Vale accounts, I name you Master of Coin. However I trust that you are worthy of my wife's trust. Don't fail me, Petyr"

Jon had done such an appointment reluctantly, but knowing that the management of his accounts and business would need supervision during the length of the armed conflict; he needed an accountant. If Baelish would be a valuable asset that was still to be proven, but however it was the best he had and still he had his wife's trust, and Jon was eager to please his young wife. Corbray trusted them as well, and Jon trusted Corbray.

He looks the trio of Baelish:

"Serve me well, Baelish and you will be rewarded accordingly"

Lysa bowed her head slightly and thanked her husband. In his ear she whispered, "When you have time, my Lord, I bring word from my father."

[Ganbarenippon]

Yohn bows his head in relief. He hadn't truly thought the Grafton children were in danger, this was Jon Arryn after all, but a tension left him all the same. "Lady Grafton thanks you, My Lord...as do I. If you wish, I shall hold the heir to Gulltown at Runestone until ransom is paid for him to you. I desire no such money for all he is my prisoner. Should you wish a hotage Lady Janei or Lord Redfort's prisoner might be more to your liking."

Yohn sat down and observed the rest of the meeting, his eyes narrowing at Lyn Corbrays outburst and his fist clenching in suppressed anger as the young knight stormed out, even as Robar shot his father an apologetic look. 'I pray I haven't made a mistake in sending the boy to squire there.' The younger Corbray had fought magnificently at Gulltown and Royce had been impressed by his courage and skill which is why he let Robar squire for him. 'I may have been hasty.'

"And what of us My Lord? Where is it you wish House Royce to fight?" He asked after hearing Jon's instructions to the others.

[Ganbarenippon]

Yohn nods along as Arryn lays out the armies. He looks straight into his Lord's eyes as he is named commander of one of the forces.
"I will not let you down My Lord." He says gravely, as the responsibility is laid on him. He looks at the map as Arryn lays out his strategy."I can report that none of the Grafton forces will be capable of fighting and so my levies have been depleted. Eddison and Horton will have their full strengths available and I assume Lord Evesham will have the same?" He says, looking askingly at Lord Artos Evesham, High Lord of The Fingers and Islands who nods. "Good. I too will be able to replace the men I lost at Gulltown before we march. Then that should take my numbers to just over ten thousand..." He tail off thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off the map. "What of the fleets, My Lord?"

[Jokern]

"Linking up with Robert would be the better option, I have seen him in the battle at Gulltown. It's like the Warrior himself were fighting on our side. He has the fury and talent for war that should lead the charge over King's Landing's walls and drag Aerys off his throne.
"The Mad King's folly has broken the realm in half and many people will suffer and die because of it. The sooner we crush the Targaryens, the better for the Seven Kingdoms."
Addam took a closer look at the map. Most of the Riverlands were loyal to their cause, yet House Darry had defied their liege and had gone with the Targaryens. Darry blocked the kingsroad to the capital, the shortest route to their goal. There were other, longer ways to King's Landing, but Lord Harroway's Town was the only way over the Trident in the south, and it lay in Darry land. They would have to break the loyalist strength in the Riverlands, or else they would never be able to reach their foes in time.
"So, one host under Lord Arryn marches on Darry, a second led by Ser Denys guards our flanks, but what will Lord Royce do?"

[Oznerol]

"Linking up with Robert would be the better option, I have seen him in the battle at Gulltown. It's like the Warrior himself were fighting on our side. He has the fury and talent for war that should lead the charge over King's Landing's walls and drag Aerys off his throne.
"The Mad King's folly has broken the realm in half and many people will suffer and die because of it. The sooner we crush the Targaryens, the better for the Seven Kingdoms."
Addam took a closer look at the map. Most of the Riverlands were loyal to their cause, yet House Darry had defied their liege and had gone with the Targaryens. Darry blocked the kingsroad to the capital, the shortest route to their goal. There were other, longer ways to King's Landing, but Lord Harroway's Town was the only way over the Trident in the south, and it lay in Darry land. They would have to break the loyalist strength in the Riverlands, or else they would never be able to reach their foes in time.
"So, one host under Lord Arryn marches on Darry, a second led by Ser Denys guards our flanks, but what will Lord Royce do?"

Yohn nods along as Arryn lays out the armies. He looks straight into his Lord's eyes as he is named commander of one of the forces.
"I will not let you down My Lord." He says gravely, as the responsibility is laid on him. He looks at the map as Arryn lays out his strategy."I can report that none of the Grafton forces will be capable of fighting and so my levies have been depleted. Eddison and Horton will have their full strengths available and I assume Lord Evesham will have the same?" He says, looking askingly at Lord Artos Evesham, High Lord of The Fingers and Islands who nods. "Good. I too will be able to replace the men I lost at Gulltown before we march. Then that should take my numbers to just over ten thousand..." He tail off thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off the map. "What of the fleets, My Lord?"

Jon looks Corbray and points few points in the map, Crackclaw, Claw Island.

"Lord Royce will lead his host to Crackclaw with the Vale's fleet, once there he will divert the king's forces luring them into a trap or he will cripple the Crownlands war effort, including the submission and capture of the Lord's and their households, which will be ransomed at the end of the war, funding our war effort and incoming debts. Also it would weaken the stance of the loyalists Lords if the Prince or the King does nothing to avoid Lord Royce from capturing their seats and families"

"Lord Royce you may take the full fleet of the Vale, and whatever has not been damaged during the attack on Gulltown, for that purpose. The Fingers levies are at its full capacity. If you needed more troops to this operation you shall send a raven immediately"

And then Jon points the Bay of Crabs and the Blackwater

"If Dragonstone is left with a minimal garrison or may be capture through betrayal or a short assault, Lord Yohn, you may seize it, so the King will lack his last haven and ancestral home. If not after your task at Crackclaw is completed you shall try to either blockade the Blackwater or try to link with the main Vale's host, with the possibility of flanking or hammering the enemy in our anvil"

"Also, Lord Yohn, I need to leave a reliable castellan in command of the Vale's defense. Have you brought your cousin, Ser Nestor?"