Pledged to the Realm
Fifteenth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
The jest went that 'the king got rid of the heirs of Lann and put another Lann in their place'. Lann of Dragonsmount, the man in question would usually content himself with mildly pointing out that it was Imperator now and not king. If it were not for his hair still gleaming silver and not simply the white of old age and eyes of violet you would not think the man to be any sort of dragon's get, for his disposition was far from fiery and his mind far from prone to flights of fancy nor was for him a sorcerer's strange and subtle art. Though he had been a knight in his youth and rode in the War of the Ninepenny Kings he had gained no great honor for it, though the company of Essosi prisoners had gotten him some unusual schooling that he had put to use in the years that followed, taking on the jobs of tutor to youngsters who could not count upon the teaching of a measter and steward for the meager estates of the Narrow Sea.
Though he had only traveled to the Deep to follow some of his younger kinsmen and make sure they would not fall prey to storm or robbers he had found the city of the Dragon King much to his liking, not least because it had taken to him. Freed from the aches and pains of old age and able to wield a mountain of slowly gathered experience to the formal lessons of the swiftly growing institutions of higher education. Lann advanced swiftly up the ladder of the administration until he had come to a post setting order to the lands of Andalos, before he had been asked, seemingly in jest also, if he would like to deal with lands 'even more filled with Seven-Botherers'
Governor of the vast and rich new province of the Midlands was not what he had expected, but he would certainly not refuse it and the folk of his new charge were glad to have a coreligionist in charge, even if he was a dragon's man in more way than one.
Governor of Middlands: Ser Lann of Dragonsmount
Culture: Westerosi
Religion: Seven
Ideology: Loyalist
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Lorenso was born a cobbler, or near enough given that his father had been one and his father before that and so on as far as family history told, and he might have stayed a cobbler but for two things, his love of the sea and the unfortunate habit of raking up gambling debt he could not pay to folk who would be content getting their payment in blood as well as silver. He took ship to the Deep among the first Braavosi immigrants and there like many who had their letters already, a legacy of his mother silver moonlight carry her soul, he was assigned to one of the tasks that needed it, first quartermaster, then clerk ashore, then inspector of the harbor. He had been one of the few honest ones in those days, and then up and up the ladder as the realm grew and needed ever more folk in ever more places to gather the king's gold and see his writ held.
Unlike many others fallen along the wayside to the pitiless quills of the Lawmen and once or twice the Inquisition he had known not to wet his beak more than was decent, and with the gold he had gathered he did not buy a house in the Deep and the company of a new set of friends as so many did in those days. He bought circlets of pearls gleaming with arcane wisdom and rings that would sharpen the mind, glasses that would see through deception and talismans to ward the mind from enchantment. One might say that without his collection Lorenso was only half the civil servant he was with them, but he had the foresight to get them when others had not and moreover he was a man of great trust and belief in the King, now Imperator, and that earned him the position of Governor in the Heartlands.
Governor of Heartlands: Lorenso Cobbler
Culture: Essosi
Religion: Moonsinger
Ideology: Loyalist
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