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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on May 12, 2023 22:34:21 GMT -5
 CASTERLY ROCK
"The Rock is thrice the height of the Hightower in Oldtown, taller still than the Wall in the north. It's been said that if one were to stand in the tower, on a perfect day, one could see clear across the Sunset Sea."
Strength: 6000 men.
Wealth: Wealthy (15,000 dragons p/a)
Direct Banners:
House Lannister of Lannisport
House Broom of Oxcross
House _____ of Clegane's Keep (Vacant)
Vaults of House Lannister
15,000 Revenue - 10,000 Expenses = 5,000 Profit
15,000 Revenue - 5,000 Expenses = 10,000 Profit
Current Balance 15,000 GD
Focuses
Levy Focus: Improves levy call up rolls by 5. (Active: Turn 2)
Buildings:
Castle (Lannisport) - Can garrison up to five thousand men, and grants the standard castle defence bonus.
Military Port (Lannisport) - Allows the construction of 1-5 warships per year (roll dependent)
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Post by Gandalf on May 23, 2023 14:14:16 GMT -5
Sweat poured down Lyonel's face as he changed form again, meeting the other man's blow with a quick sidewards step and a parry. His dog-helmed opponent snarled, pushing forward again. Sandor Clegane was big and quick for his age, standing a head taller even than Lyonel, who had a few years on him. They circled each other warily, the last two standing of the melee organised by the Master-At-Arms to keep the young knights sharp. The two men could not be more different. Frey, in his brilliant white steel and quartered surcoat of the Twins and Lions of Lannister, looked every bit the knight from the stories. Clegane, big and bulky in black plate, helm carved into the crude shape of a baying hound, a burned grimace snarling underneath. He was strong and wild where Lyonel was poised and controlled, every probe fended off with an inch perfect parry and counterstroke.
They came together at last, Clegane taking a big swing that whistled just past Frey's ear. Lyonel closed the gap, hearing a pained grunt as blunt steel connected, feeling triumph in his grasp. Clegane had stubbornly refused to go down every time, but this time he felt the weight shift...
Then, the wind rushed out of him, and the next thing he remembered was lying on his arse, staring up at the snarling visage of a Dog baring iron teeth.
"You cheated, Clegane." Barked Genna Lannister, who had been content watching her favourite son win at his little game. Now, she was furious, and her wine-reddened cheeks flushed even further.
"No cheating in war, milady." Snarled Clegane in response, before stalking off. Lyonel rose unsteadily to dust himself off to a few cheers from the other lads, removing his helm as his mother rushed over to fuss over him.
"Oh, poor darling." She wiped at what she thought was a smudge of dirt on his cheek. His wince told her it was a bruise. "Well, that makes you the winner by default. Does it not?" Genna looked around fiercely, waiting for a protest. Even though she was approaching her middle years and widening at the waist, Lord Tywin's sister remained formidable.
"Mother please." Lyonel protested, trying to fend her off, with little success.
"Don't be foolish. You must look your best for your uncle. We have news to bring him." With that, Lyonel quietened for a moment, and she smirked at him in satisfaction. "Come on. Let us see him. It seems your fool father has finally shown a use beyond spilling his seed."
So, with a disgusted look upon his face, young Lyonel Frey went with his mother to the solar of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock.
Separately does a missive arrive from the capital, penned supposedly by the Crown Prince himself.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on May 24, 2023 17:08:12 GMT -5
Tywin studies the letters from the capital with quiet interest. What game was the prince playing? So much implied meaning, but also deniability. How much of it would hold true once the die was cast.
Regardless, it gave much to think about. There was no illusion in Tywin's mind that the time for neutrality was coming to an end. He would have to act soon; if only to not miss out on the best of the spoils.
Later that same day, Lyonel and his mother are led into Tywin's solar. They find him at his desk, a set of balances and scales in front of him alongside a small pile of Westerosi and Essosi coinage.
Setting aside a large Meereenese Honor he looks up to address them. "Hello dearest sister." turning to the boy he says curtly "Lyonel."
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Post by Gandalf on May 25, 2023 13:44:14 GMT -5
"Lord uncle." Lyonel bowed, still in his armour, green eyes wide under the mop of flaxen hair. Lady Genna did not bother to observe any courtesy in private. Save that stuffy nonsense for the court.
"I have heard word from Lord Walder's weaselly eyes in the rebel camp. The fool men spend more time dithering than washerwomen." Genna waved a piece of parchment at him, sealed with the Twins of the Crossing. "And Baratheon means to name himself King. As if looking pretty were enough to make a man a king." She helped herself to some wine. Lyonel's eyes widened in alarm, but his mother had never found reason to guard her tongue. "They fear your silence, brother. Brave King Robert and Honourable Eddard Stark were talking of spying on you. Spying! Hah." She giggled hoarsely, her reddening cheeks telling Tywin that she was already in her cups.
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Post by Grand Admiral Chesser on May 26, 2023 16:19:14 GMT -5
"Lord uncle." Lyonel bowed, still in his armour, green eyes wide under the mop of flaxen hair. Lady Genna did not bother to observe any courtesy in private. Save that stuffy nonsense for the court. "I have heard word from Lord Walder's weaselly eyes in the rebel camp. The fool men spend more time dithering than washerwomen." Genna waved a piece of parchment at him, sealed with the Twins of the Crossing. "And Baratheon means to name himself King. As if looking pretty were enough to make a man a king." She helped herself to some wine. Lyonel's eyes widened in alarm, but his mother had never found reason to guard her tongue. "They fear your silence, brother. Brave King Robert and Honourable Eddard Stark were talking of spying on you. Spying! Hah." She giggled hoarsely, her reddening cheeks telling Tywin that she was already in her cups. Standing he made his way over to the hearth. With the light of the fire illuminating his back he spoke. "It would seem whatever madness that has gripped Aerys mind is contagious, and very few are safe from it's touch." Tywin wondered momentarily, if his absence has pushed the king deeper into his madness? Looking to Genna he gave her a half smile that looked strange on his regularly stern face. "I am glad you are among the few." Placing his hand above the mantle, his fingers brushed over cold steel of a sword; a relic from his grandfather. "I had hoped that this mess would be resolved quickly, and the west could be spared unnecessary bloodshed." Tywin half lied, for it was more a matter of opportunity. "But that time has passed." Contemplating again on Rhaegar's words Tywin came to a decision. "If they fear my silence so much, perhaps they should know the sound of a lions roar." Tywin said with cold anger.
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Post by Gandalf on May 26, 2023 16:54:03 GMT -5
Genna gave a wolfish smirk. Her brother's wroth was a terrible thing, and she enjoyed watching it delivered unto others. Lannister was a proud name, not soon forgotten or discarded. Tywin had made sure of that, and would again.
"Who do we march for, brother?" She finally asked, laying a hand on her son's shoulder. "You know me and mine will ride for you. Emmon will not do much good I fear, but Lyonel is a quick boy, if a little wet behind the ears." Lyonel's face went a shade of crimson not unlike that of his surcoat.
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