Preliminary Signup

My name is Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I write these words as a record of the events that have led us to the brink of rebellion.

It began with the mad king's paranoia. King Aerys II Targaryen saw enemies everywhere, and he grew increasingly erratic and cruel in his attempts to root out supposed traitors. My father, Lord Rickard Stark, was one of those accused of treason. He was summoned to King's Landing to answer for these charges, but when he arrived, he was arrested and charged with crimes he did not commit. My brother Brandon was also summoned, but when he rode to the capital to demand my father's release, he was also arrested and executed.

These actions were unforgivable, and they left the North in turmoil. As the second son, I never expected to become Lord of Winterfell, but my duty to my family and my people demanded that I take up the mantle. I gathered our bannermen and prepared to defend our lands against any who would seek to take advantage of our weakness.

But I soon learned that we were not alone in our anger and grief. My friend and brother-in-arms Robert Baratheon had also suffered at the hands of the Targaryens. His betrothed, Lyanna Stark, had been abducted by Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, sparking a personal vendetta that would soon become a full-blown rebellion.

Robert and I joined forces, along with the Arryns of the Vale and the Tullys of the Riverlands, to overthrow the Targaryen dynasty and restore justice to the Seven Kingdoms.
As I march south at the helm of my bannerman to Moat calin. I am filled with a sense of duty and determination. I will not rest until justice is done, and the Starks and all those who suffered at the hands of the Targaryens are avenged. The road ahead will be difficult, and we may face many hardships and setbacks, but I am confident that we will emerge victorious.

Hoster Tully
Lord Paramount of the Trident
Lord of Riverrun

Born 240 AC

Hoster Tully is the model image of a man of the ruling house of the Riverlands – tall and broad, strong, blue eyes, and brown hair and beard that has been seasoned with streaks of grey thanks to age. Those who came to know Hoster would note a few characteristics – his pride, his faith, his familial love, and his restlessness. Though age has somewhat tempered his wanderlust, the Lord of Riverrun is often away from home on travels.
Love of family is strong, almost remarkably so. Since the death of his wife Minisa, Lord Hoster has refused to remarry or take a mistress. Instead his focus is on his three surviving children, especially his eldest daughter Catelyn. The same cannot be said for his decades-long feud with his brother, Brynden Blackfish.
His wish to secure advantageous marriages for his children has been at the center of Westerosi politics. Catelyn was betrothed to Brandon Stark, then to Eddard Stark after the elder Stark’s murder at the hands of Mad King Aerys. Hoster’s second daughter, Lysa, has an equally tragic story – from her abortive betrothal to Jaime Lannister, to her love of lowborn Petyr Baelish and subsequent unplanned (and aborted) pregnancy.
Robert Baratheon’s Rebellion came out of nowhere for Hoster Tully, initially hesitant to join any side. However, marriage is a powerful tool and the hasty betrothal between Catelyn and Ned Stark sealed the Riverlands’ allegiance to the rebels.

Stats
Warfare +1
Charisma +1
Command +2
Perception +2

Family
Siblings: Brynden "Blackfish" Tully
Spouse: Widower (previously Minisa Whent, d. 278 AC)
Issue:
Catelyn Tully (b. 265 AC)
Lysa Tully (b. 268 AC)
Edmure Tully (b. 272 AC)

Ulrick Dayne
Lord of Starfall

The newly named Ulrick Dayne, is the son of the recently deceased Beric who perished when his horse tumbled during a hunting accident. Not as well known, nor popular, as his knightly brother, the Sword of the Morning, Ulrick is known for his generous and social behavior. He is well-marked as having a lively court within Starfall, during the past year he has ruled. Charismatic is one key feature of Lord Dayne. Although not a commander, nor much of a knight, the banners were raised in defense of the realm when the ravens came bearing news of Lord Jon's defiance against the King.

Stats
Warfare - +1
Charisma - +2
Subterfuge - +1
Command - +1
Perception - +2

Family
Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and Kingsguard of Aerys II
Ashara Dayne, sister of Lord Ulrick, and lady-in-waiting to Princess Elia Martell, wife of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen
Allyria Dayne, sister of Lord Ulrick, infant

---

Arthur Dayne
The Sword of the Morning
Kingsguard of Aerys II

Second son of the late Lord Beric and brother to Lord Ulrick, Lady Ashara, and Lady Allyria, the Sword of the Morning is among the most capable and noted knights of the realm. Certainly best by only the Prince Rhaegar, who has become a close companion of his, Arthur stands tall and stalwart among the white cloaks and glimmering armor of the Kingsguard, led by Ser Gerold Hightower. The kidnapping of Lyanna Stark by Rhaegar Targaryen, the catalyst to Robert's Rebellion, was aided by Ser Arthur as well as Ser Oswell Whent, another Kingsguard member.

Stats
Warfare - +3
Charisma - +2
Subterfuge - +0
Command - +0
Perception - +1

Rhaegar Targaryen
Prince of Dragonstone


Born 259 AC
Married to Elia Martell, with two trueborn children; Aegon and Rhaenys.
Bigamously married to Lyanna Stark.

Stands over six feet tall, with haunting violet eyes, silver-golden hair, and porcelain skin.


Traits:
+2 Warfare
+2 Charisma
+1 Command
+1 Perception


Bio:
Born under the shadow of fire and death, Rhaegar has been haunted by dreams of Summerhall since first waking in a world he was not meant to see. Night terrors of doom and dragons robbed him of a child’s innocence, and drove him to seek answers in ancient learning and half-remembered prophecy, the same obsessions that have plagued others of the Blood of the Dragon. His own grandsire’s dabbling with prophecy birthed an unhappy union between brother and sister, in the vain hope that from their line a Promised Prince might be born. Few living understand this great destiny. It was a burden that Rhaegar shouldered reluctantly, for a time. Visions of cold and death being scourged by a sword of flame told him to set aside the harp to become a warrior, for that was to be his duty. But he had no love of the sword, and returned often to Summerhall to pluck his harp and sing a lament for the doom they would share.

It was not until maturity that he realised that vanity had stricken him as it had stricken his grandsires, and that this great sense of destiny was not his own. A three headed dragon visited his dreams, born from Fire and Blood. His own blood. These visions he shared with none, not even his wife, who after two years of marriage could not survive the birth of a third child. Of all his friends, Dayne alone understood the pain of duty. Though Rhaegar loved Elia well, duty would come before all else. Time was growing short; his father’s madness would bring the ruin of all. The phantom of another woman’s love had troubled his sleeping thoughts for many years. A woman who was not the one he had married. He dreamed of laughing trees and winter roses as often as dragons. At Harrenhal he found her, and after sweeping all before him, crowned her the Queen of Love and Beauty, and they began their fated affair. Elia was shamed by the dishonour, and Rhaegar grieved for the harm he had done her. Grieved, but pressed on nonetheless.

Love is ever the death of duty. Duty demanded he father a child by Lyanna Stark. Duty demanded that he unseat his father and save the realm from madness. Duty demanded that he return to his wife and be a parent to his children.

Love instead drove Rhaegar and Lyanna to elope in the Red Mountains of Dorne, with Ser Arthur Dayne as witness to their profane ceremony. To his own great shame and sorrow, the consequences of this choice have been more dire than he could have ever imagined.

---

Born 266 AC
Wed bigamously to Rhaegar Targaryen. 
Pregnant.

Traits:
+2 Warfare
+2 Charisma
+1 Subterfuge
+1 Perception

Stands at five foot eight, slim but athletic, described in her youth as 'boyish'. Dark haired, long faced and grey eyed.

Bio:
The only daughter of Lord Rickard Stark had 'the Wolf blood' as the Starks called it, a wildness that ran hot in the blood that made her proud and wilful. She grew tall quick as girls often do, and soon wed herself to the saddle and the bow. She spent her days chasing deer in the Wolfswood and racing in the Rills, laughing as the wind whipped her face and messed her hair. Not even Brandon could catch her at full pace. Lord Rickard Stark despaired more than once on summer nights when she lost her temper and sped off into the woods, quick as a hare. In the morn she would always return, abashed, leaves and twigs stuck in matted hair from where she had made a go of sleeping rough for the night. Brandon had insisted that if she was to run off alone then she should at least learn how to use a sword; Father had refused, though knew nothing of them spending their small hours in the crypts of Winterfell clashing blunted steel. Little Benjen kept watch for them, more so out of fear of her wrath than any wish to keep her secret. As Ben grew bigger and stronger he began sparring with her himself, with Brandon coming down less and less as he grew to manhood. One day he would sit in Winterfell's seat, and had no time to spend playing child's games any longer. He lived for the thrill of love and battle, and never shied from taking what he wanted. Lord Rickard began to look towards his southron ambitions; advantageous marriages for his sons and daughter that would strengthen the Lords of the Realm against the King. 

And so Lyanna's childhood abruptly ended. She blossomed into a woman, growing into her high cheekbones and pointed chin. Men began pursuing her out of passion rather than advantage. Eddard, sweet and solemn, returned from his wardship in the Eyrie with a suit from his friend Lord Robert Baratheon. A man that had already sired children on the other side of the marriage bed, who went to bed reeking of wine and piss to rise in the morning to fight and drink and whore all over again. She protested, but Father blessed the match. Even Brandon had been cowed, for he had been promised to wed the Lady Catelyn Tully and in turn spoke in favour for Robert’s suit. Soon the match was agreed, the betrothal announced, and she went off in a rage to ride as she had in her youth. 

But anger cooled as it always did, and she would go south with her brothers to Old Lord Whent's great tourney at Harrenhal. There she met and saved Howland Reed from a gang of bullying squires, and took him to the feast where she would first lay eyes upon Rhaegar Targaryen. She laughed at her brothers and wept at his songs. They all danced, even shy Ned, who became smitten with Ashara Dayne.

Few know what happened thereafter. All know that a mystery knight entered the lists and unhorsed three men before vanishing, and that the Prince of Dragonstone won his victory. Queen of Love and Beauty he named her, and all the smiles died.
It had been he who had unmasked her, finding her in the woods with armour and lance. Ever chivalrous, he had helped her unfasten her loose fitting breast-plate and mismatched greaves, and gave her his cloak to shield from the cold. She knew him to be married, but did not care. The next year they rode away together, a flight of fancy that she knew to be madness, but did not care. Benjen kept her secret, as he had in the crypts. A secret that Brandon and Lord Rickard would die for.

Born 208 AC
Six times a widower.
Father to twenty nine children.

Stats:
3 Subterfuge
3 Perception

Old Lord Walder Frey of the Crossing is a man whose famous appetites are exceeded only by the sheer size of his brood. Father to almost thirty and grandfather to at least thrice that number, many joke that the Lord of the Crossing could field a weasel-faced army form his loins alone. None would ever say such in Lord Frey's hearing, for even in his advanced age it remains sharp, quick to catch a quip or slight at his honour. He is crude, lecherous, cantankerous and discourteous, and holds a long memory. Despite his age, he shows no signs of slowing down yet, having outlived his sixth wife, the late Bethany Rosby. Already he has sent out his sons in search of a seventh.  

Though Lord Hoster has called his banners, Frey has displayed his usual hesitance to act decisively, and as of yet has committed none of his men. 


SER STEVRON FREY
Born 234 AC
Widower.
Father to three sons and a daughter. One of the sons, Aegon 'Jinglebells' is a lackwit. The eldest, Ryman, has two adult children.

Stats:
1 Warfare
2 Command
1 Charisma
2 Perception

The heir of Lord Walder is now an older man in his own right, having almost reached fifty without ascending to the high seat of the Crossing. Stevron begins to suspect that he will never live to see the day, and that his Lord Father will outlive them all.
Unlike his father, Stevron is an affable and well-mannered man. He is reasonably skilled at arms and apparently competent at leading men into battle. He has been groomed to rule the Crossing since the day he was born, and values the family above all else.


SER ‘BLACK’ WALDER FREY
Born 265 AC
Unmarried

Stats:
3 Warfare 
2 Command
1 Subterfuge

‘Black’ Walder is the eldest grandson of Stevron Frey, auspiciously conceived on his father Ryman’s wedding night. A wiry man with a foul temper, his nickname derives not from his moods but from the colouring of his unusually dark hair. He has already earned a reputation as a womaniser.


SER LYONEL FREY
Born 265 AC
Unwed

Stats:
2 Charisma
3 Warfare
1 Command

Ser Lyonel is the second son of Ser Emmon Frey and Lady Genna Lannister. Unlike his older brother Cleos, he favours his mother’s kin, being fair haired, green eyed, and rather handsome. This has caused a few to suggest he is not truly Emmon’s son, though this is not spoken in his hearing, and Emmon has never had the courage to ask his wife himself. Lyonel squired for Lord Westerling and now serves as a sworn sword for his uncle, Lord Tywin.

Randyll Tarly
Lord of Horn Hill

Born 255 AC

House Tarly is one of Highgarden's oldest and strongest bannermen, with a proud martial tradition earned through many battles in the Dornish Marches. Randyll Tarly has so far done well to live up to the expectations of his family name. Lean and balding even in his young years, instead growing a short beard. The Lord of Horn Hill is an iron willed man, shrewd and capable. Since his youth he has commanded troops along the marches, demanding complete obedience and encouraging bravery and martial prowess. Randyll wields the ancestral Valyrian steel greatsword Heartsbane in battle.
Not one with much interest in politics outside the Reach, Randyll follows Highgarden's command as rebels and royalists clash across the Seven Kingdoms.

Stats
Warfare +2
Command +3
Perception +1

Family
Spouse: Melessa Florent (b. 262 AC)
Issue: Donnel (b. 286 AC)

Born 257 AC

Status: Unmarried, and refusing to do as much.
Children: A score. Among them the Sand Snakes: Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand.

Traits:

3 Warfare.
2 Subterfuge.
1 Charisma.

Biography:

Oberyn Martell is a man with a reputation. The second son of the Princess of Dorne he had a monstrous youth, being debauched, self-assured and incredibly cunning; his mother, the Princess of Dorne could do little to control or restain his impulses, and he could not be tamed. While still merely a teen he was found abed with Lord Yronwood’s -for whom he was page and squire- own paramour, herself twice his age, and, later on, he managed to have the old lord killed by a festering wound. Thus the Red Viper of Dorne was born, and few men are none the wiser to rouse his anger.

Exiled on Oldtown after the affair at Yronwood’s castle, he enrolled into the Citadel and managed six links of a maester’s chain with ease before growing bored, then departed for Lys and the Disputed Lands. In the Valyrian isle he was taught how to love and make love to men and women alike. In the war-torn lands he served as a mercenary, learning how to kill, by sword, lance, axe and poison. He founded his own sellsword company, the Sun’s Sons, after leaving the Second Son’s in Myr when he was merely three and twenty years of age, after a gambling dispute with its captain. Two years passed by before Doran sent his own strongman, Areo Hotah, to Pentos, to fetch his brother and bring him back: for murmurs came from Dorne’s fringes, and spoke of a bride abducted and a princess living in a red tower, of joy and sorrow.

Martell grew to be lean and lithe, very athletic, graceful and quick as a water snake. With the skin tanned by the sun of two continents and two seas, he has lustrous black hair, a lined and saturnine face, even in his youth, and dangerous eyes, like those of a resting viper. He is, by all means, an extremely dangerous man, mercurial and unpredictable, and some say he is even half-mad. He fights with a long spear and light armour, for he likes freedom of movement, and there are few that can face him in battle or duel without meeting and untimely end.

Oberyn fathered children through all Dorne and beyond, in Lys, Volantis, Pentos and Myr. Of those, four chose father over mother and he took them with him. Martell himself actively raises them, but as to make women as independent and fierce as he always was. Oberyn’s eldest was fathered on a common whore in Oldtown, the second with a Volantene of the noblest blood, the third with a septa on the altar of the Mother and the fourth with a Summer islander, a bold captain and merchant that took the Viper as lover as they sailed through the Narrow Sea; their hips dancing as the waves rocked the ship. They are famously called the Sand Snakes, and they despite being children still, all share their father’s will, skills and daring spirit. Oberyn raises his bastard offspring by teaching them all arts, including those of spear and sword and poison, of charm and wit.

Martell is a familiar man, and he would rather die than offend or inflict any pain on his close kin. Oddly for a man of his ambition and character, he is fiercely devoted to his older brother, Doran Martell, prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear, never having questioned succession or harbored any wish on the throne; he knows he would grow bored of ruling in less than a month. Both brothers have a synergistic relationship, and are a formidable pair of minds when working in unison; Doran is the soft grass hiding the red viper laying within with bared teeth. However, none is close to Oberyn himself than frail Elia of Dorne, wife to the Prince of the Realm, and the only who knows Oberyn's heart and mind like a twin. Divided by fate and marriage, Oberyn would kill and burn half the realm if anything were to happen to Elia and her children, for the Red Viper is not venemous to any that share his own blood, all the contrary.