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From: Lord Robert Baratheon
To: Prince Doran Martell @Duzzit
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What have you done?
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From: Prince Doran Martell
To: Lord Robert Baratheon

I have secured the services of the Golden Company and it's members, but as they owned parts of the Stepstones and are now de facto vassals, the Red Faith has suddenly decided to object totheir presence in the Stepstones suddenly. I will likely withdraw, I doubt we can give them a fight...yet. Unless you feel otherwise Lord Baratheon.
 
To: The various important lords of Westeros
From: Prince Doran Martell

Greetings to you all,

Having used the Golden Company to secure Sunstone for House Martell, I have worked out a peace deal with the Red Faith to permit me to keep the island, with their remainder being controlled by the Stepstone Protectorate they are creating. Dorne will be permitted trade there, as will they be with Dorne. Both sides have agreed to back down from any fighting, and thus, hopefully we have nothing to worry about from the East for the moment.

Prince Doran Martell

*Secret*

However my lords, should things turn sour, I will notify you all.
 
From Tytos Blackwood, Lord of Raventree

To: Hoster Tully, Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Trident

Lord Hoster

All leads have come up short, my investigations have lead nowhere, I cannot deny it any longer, my second son Lucas is dead, he likely died sometime after he went missing at Harrenhal just before the Hand's son did. I ask for permission to take my men home and hold a funeral service for him

Your leal vassal

Tytos Blackwood




From: Tytos Blackwood, Lord of Raventree

To: Rickard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and Protector of the Realm

My second son Lucas is almost certainly dead, as I have no children able to be fostered this means none will be going to Winterfell, my apologies cousin
 
Darth Invictus said:
From: Tytos Blackwood, Lord of Raventree

To: Rickard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and Protector of the Realm

My second son Lucas is almost certainly dead, as I have no children able to be fostered this means none will be going to Winterfell, my apologies cousin
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There is no need to apologize. You have my condolences and my service in this time of mourning.
 
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There is no need to apologize. You have my condolences and my service in this time of mourning.
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From: Tytos Blackwood

To: Rickard Stark

Cousin

I will be holding a service at Raventree, if you could send someone to attend it would be greatly appreciated

It is strange, this morning I received a raven from my seat, Kalma's with child

What the Old Gods take with one hand they give with the other
 
The Golden Company, 281 A.C. ​

The Golden Company abandons the island of Sunstone upon the arrival of Prince Doran's men and moves inland to their new home nestled among the westernmost Red Mountains of Dorne. The Dayne levy is sent home to their wives and hearths, to till their fields and raise their children and those of their fallen comrades. The Company itself splits into two forces, with a small group proceeding to reinforce the massed spears of Dorne while the rest take up residence at a designated spot not far from Starfall, cleared for their purpose, where a wooden fort and wooden huts will in time give way to stone walls and comfortable houses for each enlisted serviceman.

Steps are taken to ensure the safe transportation and establishment of one and all. Camp followers of all kinds, merchants, busybodies, the homeless, the broken and the destitute are also welcome to settle in their midst. The Company puts its internal bureaucracy to good use in its bid to supervise and direct this mass migration, even as the promised assistance of House Martell is actively sought out and used in order to provide not only for the Company, but for the battered and bruised lands of Starfall.

As for the government and administration of these said lands, Ser Corlys Velaryon, for some years a member of the Company under the assumed name Myrmillo the Silent, is appointed as Lord. The choice is justified by Ser Corlys' high birth and good standing in the Seven Kingdoms, which he abandoned voluntarily and not on account of any crime or misdemeanour. As the grandson of Queen Dyanna Dayne, he is also a male of Dornish and specifically Dayne blood. Ser Myles Toyne remains as Captain General of the Golden Company and thus the commander of its 10,000 strong elite force - Ser Corlys doubles as a feudal vassal of House Nymeros Martell and a member of the Company, to whose gift he also owes his lands and title, and whose members he has welcomed, in perpetuity, to be tenants upon it in turn. Both sides are subject to certain contractual obligations but, safeguarded its duty of defence towards the Martells and Starfall, the Golden Company remains a free agent available for hire and use by others.

The revelation of Ser Corlys' survival, his return on the scene, and widespread rumours of him wedding an unknown daughter of a former Blackfyre pretender only serve to further confound and excite discussion among the nobility of Westeros, no doubt already taken aback by recent happenings.

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Trouble in the Reach - Seen and Unseen.
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    • Trouble in the Reach both Seen and Unseen.​

    The Reach. Known as one of the most fertile lands in Westeros and home of chivalry, the Reach was now suffering as armies of various sides marched. Across the land small and large bands of the Faith with protested or outright attacked the soldiers of the Reach as they marched to put down the rebellion taking place. While the Faith Militant themselves avoided many of the armies and focused on reorganizing into a combat effective force, thousands of mostly battle hardened (or at least trained) troops began marching south from their concentrations around King's Landing and Duskendale.

    While those troops began the long march back to the Reach, three armies of varying sizes were deployed along the Roseroad and the Mander River attempting to reestablish order. In the north an army led by Lord Randyll Tarly moved across the northern Reach to secure the roads where long convoys of food had been being sent to King's Landing, though new orders had come into scale down the shipments dramatically. Moving out from Oldtown the small army of Lord Arthur Ambrose began marching up the Roseroad hoping to catch the Faith that had retreated after the destruction that had taken place in the city. A third force, this one a Hightower army was moving close to Highgarden and began to march south to also cut off the Faith moving from Oldtown.

    While some of the Faith stayed to establish holdings around Honeyholt and Brightwater Keep, the last one having fallen easy due to support from House Florent, a large group moved to try and defeat Lord Ambrose smaller army before it could link up with the Hightowers. Red once more ran among the flowers of the Reach as the two armies engaged midway to the Mander along the Roseroad. Both sides were actually close in numbers and the fighting was back and forth until horns signalled the arrival of the Hightower banners. Around four thousand Knights and horse riders of the Tower rode into the Faith's army and scattered them, winning the battle within twenty minutes of engaging.

    Across the field many fled, moving back towards the new Faith strongholds along the Honeywine while others disappeared into the woods along the road and into the countryside. With the battle over both armies began to reorganize and help the wound and bury those lost on both sides. This took a better part of a day when unexpectedly the army of Lord Tarly arrived on the field.

    At first all was well, but when Lord Tarly arrived in the camp of the Hightowers he was accompanied by his best Knights and presented evidence from Highgarden that Lord Leyton Hightower had spoken with members of the Red Faith and that he planned on turning over Oldtown to them and allow them to land on the continent. A heated discussion took place, with Lord Leyton declaring that he was on the Regency council and that he was acting as the Master of Whispers for them in trying to find out information on the Red Faith. Lord Tarly listened to his agreements and though he thought them decent he still had his orders to arrest him and send him to Highgarden for trial. He did however inform Lord Leyton that if found guilty he would be sent to the Wall and that his son Baelor would be risen up as the new Lord of Hightower. Lord Leyton, flabbergasted eventually agreed to be escorted to Highgarden not wishing to see more blood spilt between the various armies.

    Word quickly spread across the Reach of the impending trial with people whispering about should they even continue the war with so much blood being spent in the Reach itself...
     
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    • Blood of Essos - April/May 281 AC
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    • The Blood of Essos - April/May 281 AC​

    The land of Essos continued to be enveloped in flame and destruction. As thousands of people still flocked to the call of the Lord of Light, other events continued to see fighting take place across the continent. As each city reacted the declaration of a ban on trading with Westeros, many set delicates to ask for the Temple of the Lord of Light to repeal it as it would harm the Free Cities and could cause unrest.

    Pentos:


    Ko Chakko riding in the Battle of Burnt Fields​

    While this was going on the people of Pentos were finding themselves being attacked from almost all sides. In city of Pentos the men of Braavos sat behind thick walls as a portion of their navy kept watch over the Bay of Pentos. In the countryside thousands fled as the Dothraki horde of Khal Jommo swarmed over a mostly undefended Pentos. Hundreds were killed, hundreds more were taken as slaves as the Dothraki spread out across the land. This lasted for a couple of weeks until finally an army responded, but it wasn't from Braavos.

    The Three Daughters had come to together once more and now marched north to free Pentos from both the Dothraki Horde and Braavosi control. Two armies now marched, one moving towards the city of Pentos and the other to fight the Dothraki. In a battle that became known as the Battle of Burnt Fields a mounted army of Free Companies engaged the Khas of Ko Chakko. Thousands of men (and some woman) rode further into battle that day. While the Dothraki moved swiftly and were able to circle around the army of Daughters the more heavily armed and trained troops were able to push back the onslaught. Men hacked, slashed, leaped, and were crushed as thousands of horses brought their riders into contact with each other. In the end however the men of the Three Daughters defeated the Khas as Ko Chakko retreated with his tattered remnants. After hearing this, Khal Jommo took what he had already gained (which was considerable) and left Pentos lands, leaving devastation behind him.


    Magister Malonar of Pentos​

    While this was happening thousands of Pentosi civilians cheered as a second army of the Three Daughters marched up from the Myr border. Their march was slowed as people clogged the roads giving out an abundance of food and celebrated. Marching with the army were several members of the Band of Free Magisters, including their leader Magister Malonar riding among the army. It took several weeks of hard marching but finally the army arrived before the city gates and walls of Pentos. There they found the walls fully manned with the soldiers of Braavos waiting for them. Seeing this the army began construction of light siege works to secure the surroundings were set up and a state of siege was put into effect.

    Out to sea the combined fleet of the Three Daughters advanced north from Myr and Tyrosh and moved to assist in the siege and cut off Pentos completely. This however, they would find, would be very hard to achieve as they found a good half of the Braavosi Fleet sitting in the Bay of Pentos. Admiral Augustin Belsir, leading the combined fleet wisely decided to keep his own fleet close to shore and set up temporary anchorages to help support the force in Pentos as storms once more began to rage in the Narrow Sea. A battle was surely in the making, it just remained to be seen how it would come about.

    The Stepstones:
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    As events unfolded in Pentos, the islands of the Stepstones once more showed their importance as the Temple of the Lord of Light called off their JIhad and a new entry was formed. The Protector of the Stepstones was announced with Lord Irrio "The Twice Dead" installed as Lord of Bloodstone and the Stepstones. It was also announced that a deal had been worked out between the Protectorate and Dorne with Dorne being allowed to keep the island of Sunstone and giving the rest of the islands to the Protectorate.

    Soon ships and men began landing on the southern islands not already under the Protector's control. Small battles would take place across the islands as pirate holdouts fell to organized troops as thousands arrived. Wreckages of ships would plague the coastal areas as each island was encircled by hundreds of ships and safe anchorages winked out. As all this happened many in the island would see that while many of the ships had orange-crimson sails, many many others flew one with a black Dragon on a red background. What this meant many wondered.

    Yi Ti:
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    In the lands of Yi Ti, the long arm of the God Emperor began to close its control over the coastal areas of the Jade Sea. Soldiers flying the banner of the Azure Emperor marched up and down the coast taking control of great sweaves of land. While many forces of various warlords and bandits in the area either submitted or were eliminated others retreated into the vast forests and swamps and began mounting a guerrilla campaign. However for the most part the coastal areas around the Jade Sea were firmly under the control of the God Emperor's armies.

    Two stronghold however still held out before the Azure Emperor, Asabhad in the west and Jinqi in the east. Around Jinqi the army, with the navies support, continued to tighten the siege around the city as troops advanced in land to pacify the local towns and villages and end any shipments of food to the city. This was achieved with some fighting on both sides but finally the shipments down the river to Jinqi would stop. It remained to be seen if the city would fall to assault or starve of hunger.

    In Asabhad skirmishing was common as both sides moved to establish control around the area. Light cavalry would raid each other's lines and attempt to cause what havoc it could to the enemy. The middle ground between armies would run red with blood as the skirmishes took place and the smell of rotting bodies were premiate the air. Both sides seem to be gearing up for the final battle of Asabhad. It also seemed that time was not on the side of the Azure Emperor as rumors began to appear that General Pol Qo had finally united the northern areas of Yi Ti and was now marching his armies south towards Asabhad.
     
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    • To: The Sealord of Braavos @Skrevski
    From: First Magister Valon Roagre of Lys

    This war has cost you far much more than it has costed us. If you are wise, you would want this conflict to end and hear our terms.
     
    Brightflame said:
    To: The Sealord of Braavos @Skrevski
    From: First Magister Valon Roagre of Lys

    This war has cost you far much more than it has costed us. If you are wise, you would want this conflict to end and hear our terms.
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    We still have a powerful navy, and your army will be utterly gutted trying to take the the city of Pentos. We have a counter offer, leave us the city of Pentos and the immediate land around it and we will give the Three Daughters the countryside of Pentos.
     
    Winter Storms - The Far North
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    • Winter Storms


    The true enemy​

    Winter is coming, the Starks always get proven right in the end and often at great cost. The lie of the false spring never touched the far North, nor even a ghost of it. Old wildings and rangers were found frozen in their shelters, underestimating what true cold is despite a lifetime's practice. Beasts burrowed into the earth or moved South, rivers and lakes froze, metal shattered and the tears froze beneath mother's eyes as their dead babes were burned. Such was life in the worst Winter for a century.

    As always happens in times of hardship men look to richer and kinder lands held by softer men, even as thousands moved South into the Haunted Forest those closer to the wall launched a flurry of raids against the lands south of the Wall. Desperation did not translate to success fortunately and by and large these raids ended in disaster.

    The clansmen of the mountains sent a hundred heads to Winterfell and another hundred to castle Black. The Mormonts of Bear Islands were happier victors with the fierce Lady Maege leading a thousand men in battle whilst suckling her youngest babe, as her brother Lord Jorah heard an earful about not letting her go to war alongside him. She was not careless enough to fight with the babe in one arm and an axe in the other as some story would have you believe but she did crush those who blighted her shores with skill and ferocity. The Umbers and Karstarks would each see off their foes with ease hunting down small bands and convincing the larger ones to turn away for softer targets, unfortunately one of these bands did exactly that with tragic consequences.

    The Weeper had been raiding across the Wall as a boy and man for just eight years but in that time he'd gained a terrible reputation and a monster's cunning. He'd waited in the forest, ambushing men of the Night's Watch and listening to the tales of returning raiders as he hatched a plan. The Northernmost houses were all too practiced at resisting wildings and had maintained strong garrisons for just this purpose but the more Southern houses had other wars to fight and richer lands unused to attack. The Weeper bypassed the wall at night in small crude boats whilst the men of Eastwatch-by-sea were distracted by a wilding band moving towards them on land.

    The Weeper made his way along the coast for as far as he dared before landing and hiding his boats making his way on land from then on avoiding the increasingly rare patrols and restraining his men from attacking the odd village or traveller as he approached the Bolton lands. Here with just under eighty men he finally struck. First he had seven raiders attack travellers on the roads and burn down a small mill outside a village. The Castelen of the Dreadfort thought that some bandits were to blame and sent fifty men to investigate who carelessly made camp near the village without posting sentries for a handful of men were no threat to half a hundred armed soldiers. Their mistake cost them and their blinded Sergeant being sent all the way back to the Dreadfort on his horse whilst the wildings burned three villages before melting away.

    The castle garrison feared that they were facing hundreds of wildings especially given the demented testimony of the Sergeant and so sent out strong patrols and only moved in force to avoid further disasters, exactly as the Weeper intended as he moved further South avoiding life where he could. As fortune would have it however one of his woodland campsites would sit astride the White Harbour road along which a column of riders was spotted, twenty strong but less than half of whom were soldiers.

    The work was bloody but swift, three of the men at arms died in their saddles from well placed arrows, a fourth was thrown from his horse and lost a foot and hand to ironshod hooves. A woman screamed alongside the crying wounded as dozens of wildings approached from all sides. Several men abandoned the column fleeing for the illusion of safety only to ride straight into group of spearwives waiting for just that moment, dragging the poor souls into the woods after butchering their animals. The remaining fighting men rallied around their Lady but one by one they fell swamped by numbers and not prepared for battle.

    What valuables the column could boast were quickly stripped along with the castle forged steel of the men-at-arms but the most valuable prize was the highborn prisoner; Anissa Bolton of the Dreadfort. One would imagine that laden with such a hostage and hundreds of miles deep into the lands of his foes the Weeper would face a difficult journey fraught with danger yet by all accounts he was able to steal back beyond the wall without incident, all this of course served to make him a legend below and beyond the wall as the North reeled from this unexpected disaster at a time of otherwise unmarred triumphs.

    On the wall the Lord Commander, vexed by his inability to undertake his duty and now facing a very real wildling threat vowed to lead a second ranging and bring back Lady Bolton even if he had to pursue her captors to the heart of Winter. Bold words but the truth of it was that if something was not done the raids would only intensify and the Watch was rapidly being overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of wildings their rangers were increasingly running into. Something had to be done and this was indeed something.

    @ByzantineCaesar, @King Saul, @hassnain123

    (Input by me but written by @Mortis Nuntius)
     
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    • Skrevski said:
    We still have a powerful navy, and your army will be utterly gutted trying to take the the city of Pentos. We have a counter offer, leave us the city of Pentos and the immediate land around it and we will give the Three Daughters the countryside of Pentos.
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    And feel the anger of the Pentosi, the same kind you're feeling right now? No.

    We may be wounded after Pentos fall, but you'll be completely devastated. This isn't a fight you can win my dear Sealord, listen to reason.
     
    Story of a Man and Kid - A Legend Born?
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    • A Man and a Kid​

    A bell tolled as Tarik walked along the The Street of Steel listening to the hammering and crafting of new blades and armor. He squeezed the hilt of his blade out of reaction as he saw a group of men wearing the crest of House Westerling of the Westerlands and then let out a sigh as they passed him by without issue. "Hate this city now. Should just leave."

    "And miss all the excitement of the civil war? Come on Tarik where is your sense of adventure?!"

    Tarik narrowed his eyes as he heard the slightly squeaky voice of Kavvin from behind him. Before he would have just turned and run the kid through and not have thought twice about it. Now? Well somehow the pot faced kid had grown on him. Hell the boy had even killed two men that would have otherwise had made Tarik's mother weep, well if he had even known where his mother was. *Most likely in some Lord's bed or a brothel.*

    "Well?" Kavvin insisted on an answer as the pair walked onto a small cross street.

    "Guess I will stay for now. Simply for the fact that I think you would get us killed outside in the country."

    "Oh come on Tarik I am not that bad! You have taught me how to use a sword and hey I killed those two guys coming after you!"

    Tarik shook his head. "Will shut up. You want the new law to hear you and get us both killed?" He nodded towards a pair of men from the Reach standing near a store selling various fruits and vegetables.

    Kavvin gulped and gripped his own sword and answered in a barely heard whisper. "No, don't want that…"

    Tarik shook his head again and continued to walk. "Damn idiots everywhere." he thought as he took a breathe and immediately regretted it as he sucked the stink of the city into his nose. "Gah. Hate this city."

    "You said that already. Why do you hate it so much?" Kavvin asked as he found his voice again, as he twirled around as two rather good looking ladies walked past the pair. "It has some good sights!"

    What did he hate? He hated that the Gold Cloaks were all but prisoners. He hated that the "Regency" was in charge. He hated that the damn Targaryen Prince had though he was better the lead then his father. Who cared if the man liked fire, he had lead them well for years and who said he couldn't again? He hated that one day they had food and then one day they didn't. Yes he hated the city. But instead of saying that he just grunted. "Because it smells."

    "Really? That is why you hate it? Maybe get some of those smelling salt things or perfume and smell that?"

    Tarik turned at glanced at the kid and glared at him. Kavvin immediately blushed and slinked back to stand behind Tarik. "Eeek! Sorry sorry."

    "Think before you talk boy. Will keep you alive." Tarik snarled and the two appeared on The Street of the Sisters and near the burnt hulk of the Great Sept of Baelor. He once more shook his head, a motion Tarik doing more and more and huffed. "Damn stupid place."

    Kavvin pushed his hands into his pockets as he walked along Tarik barely looking at the burnt out home of the Faith. "Nasty business."

    "Ha! Pretty sure you shat your pants that day."

    "Did not! I just.. I just was scared and I fell and… and.."

    "Oh hush boy. No need to defend yourself your secret is safe with me. So, should we find old farts a lot?"

    Kavvin laughed as they finally walked past the Sept. "Haha. You know he would terminate our service with him if he heard you call him that?"

    "Could give King's Aery's rat's armies ass. Man is a fucking moron." Tarik actually gave a chuckle. Currently they were employed by a man by the name of Braeden Cantell, a wealthy merchant that controlled several shops in the city. A man of great girth and seemed to be always eating food and who couldn't stop farting if he even tried.
    "He pays us and gives us a place to live." Kavvin meeked out as several Lannister soldiers walked by.

    "Yeah, two Penny a day such "Great" pay. Barely gives us the scraps from his table. Honestly he is a waste of space."

    "I.. yeah. Um.. well guess we should get back huh?"

    Tarik sighed and nodded as they began to cross a crowd, he listening in as they walked by.

    "Saw it with my own eyes! Was Queen Rhaella herself and the Princes coming straight off a Swan ship!" A man exclaimed.

    "Oh come on that can't be right she is with the King in Duskendale!" Another rebuffed.

    "Gulltown you nitwit, Regency took Duskendale."

    "They can shove it also. Restore King Aerys and let us have peace again."

    "Restore him? He is dead man! He died when his "Rat" army attacked? Hell I heard him talking to birds I swear it!"

    "Sure you did, you on the Poppy as well? Tell you the Regency knows what they are doing."

    Tarik resisted the urge to run them all through with his sword and just walked on shaking his head once more. *Damnit need to stop doing that.*

    "You think the King is alive?" Kavvin asked as caught up with Tarik.

    "Don't know. Doubt it though, no word has come out about him at all. Same about the Queen and her darling brats. Highborn fools."

    "You really don't like them do you?"

    Tarik huffed again. "What the hells have they ever done for us?"

    Kavvin was about to respond when he came to a sudden halt as Tarik spotted several soldiers standing over a body of a very fat man and another with his hands in the air. "He had it coming! He has trying to take my wife from me!"

    "So you killed him? Well good job you are now going to lose you wife and I bet your wife. Welcome to another great day in King's Landing." A soldier, this one from House Bulwer of the Reach, spoke as he turned the man around and tied his hands in rope and lead him away.

    "Well shit." Tarik said as he watched two other soldiers begin lifting Braeden Cantell's corpse off the ground.

    "..by the Seven now what are we doing?" Kaavin squeaked. He always had a squeaky voiced when he was scared.

    "Easy we leave. That is the finally stall. Come on kid, time to make a new name for ourselves." Tarik adjusted his belt and pulled the kid along with him. *Huh a new name might not be a bad idea.*

    "A new name? What new name?"

    "I kind of like Bronn."
     
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