As An Eagle Flies (A House Arryn Quest)

[X]With Your Father: Your father is leading an assault on the last stepstone island of the Northern Stepstones… Grey Gallows
 
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Adhoc vote count started by Magoose on Oct 31, 2019 at 10:24 AM, finished with 24 posts and 16 votes.
 
[X]With Your Father: Your father is leading an assault on the last stepstone island of the Northern Stepstones… Grey Gallows.
 
[X]With Ser Gerold: Lord Baratheon gave him a mission. Head to Bravoss, and capture Ironfinger, before he can deliver more gold to the Blackfyres.
 
Alright, a little announcement. I need to take a break for a few days because something has come up.

I'll be back hopefully in a few days time with the next update.
 
[x]With Lord Baratheon: He is taking the Royal fleet on a mission to hunt down the remaining Stepstone Fleet, and destroy them.
 
And the power company is legitimately trying to kill him right now. That crap would be comical if it wasn't risking a sizable deathtoll.
Me, my father and brothers have literally spent weeks making sure our livestock, our home, and our livelihood is all nice and fireproof before this.

And thankfully, my house is no longer in the danger zone... but I still need to care for the chickens.

Last I checked, no one's been reported dead, but that was several days ago.
But, yeah, Magoose: You take ever damn day you need. Our fix can wait a few days or a week.
I will. Hopefully, it doesn't lead me to write some very scathing letters to PGAE for their incompetence.

But I already sent ten of those already so it's like talking to a deaf man who does not care.
 
Alone at Home: A Need For Warmth
Alone at Home: A Need For Warmth

82, 83 vs 23, 1

(Rhaella POV)

It was difficult to sleep, alone in bed in the Eyrie. Quite Difficult, knowing that for all you knew, the man you saw as a close companion, as the man you were married to, was not coming home. Months passed, and the few letters that Lord Jon sent always reassured you that Arstan was well.

But after the second month, he stopped talking about Arstan. Something that greatly depressed you.

You didn't want to be alone without your friend, and husband any longer.

Perhaps you were mistaken to leave King's Landing alone. The Eyrie was such a quiet place.

Good for reading, for gathering your mind in silence and to think through all the actions that you may need to think through… but not to… enjoy it.

The sereneness of the gardens were muted by the bees and insects that crawled around it, not crowded with the gossip and rumor of the courtiers.

The Sept was not grand nor large, it was a small place, for religious services and more intimate moments with the Seven. The Septon was a middle-aged man with a hook for a nose, and missing several toes on his feet. He was always barefooted, even as snow or rain fell. He claimed it was penance for his time as a local lawman working for a lord… he had cut the feet off of thieves who had stolen shoes from the Yeoman. The man spent many of his days writing, musings on the philosophy of the Seven-Pointed Star, and how it could make one live a better life…

You remembered the Septon from King's Landing, a Street Septon who had memorized the Seven-Pointed Star and preached for the masses that could not gain entry to the Sept of Baelor. How the man learned how to read and write was a mystery to you, and you never asked, considering he always refused to talk about his own past.

You wanted to not be the lady of the Eyrie… at least for one night… at least for one night, you wanted to feel warm.
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Gulltown was a lively city and a lot warmer than the Eyrie was.

The city was full of life, full of happiness and people. It was lovely.

But you were here for one reason.

You walked into their… the finest establishment of reputable… companions and walked to the Matron of the Establishment.

The woman bowed. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you milady Rhaella. Though it befuddles me as to why you are here?"

You nodded and the guards behind you left the room. "Actually, I'm… in need of some training?"

"Training?" The matron was confused. "What training do you think I can provide, how to pillow talk with your husband?"

"Actually, I want to learn to… pleasure my husband for when he returns home from War." You replied nervously.

There was a pause, and the Matron looked at you square in the eyes. "Aren't you worried about your reputation? Being seen in a whorehouse is a very dangerous proposition. Especially for a lady of the house of Arryn."

"Would the realm truly believe the rumors of The lady of the Eyrie going out and visiting a whore house?" You questioned. "Especially when the Lady is more prone to read alone than to engage in such activities. And I am not the Lady Arryn here… I am The Lysine Gabriella." You then handed over a large bag of coins. "I trust your people can keep this affair quiet."

There was a smile. "For the Lady of the Eyrie, we shall never speak of it." The Matron replied.

"Good." You replied. "I should get started."

AN: If you are wondering: No Rhaella will not be caught, she rolled pretty damn well against the gossip people and enemy spies that would seek to ruin her reputation.

She also did not have sex, she just learned tricks from whores.

As for what she learns... well she is still a young woman and is very... flexible, and eager to finally rock the bed with us when we get back.

Edit: This is the only update from me for a while. so enjoy
 
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So... In the absence of other things to do and with the fires finally being contained and with all my work done: Calling the vote in 2 hours.

Here we go, boys. I hope you're prepared for some good old fashioned rolls.
 
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calling the vote a little early: Mission to Bravos with Ser Gerold wins.
 
@Magoose how did the mission to Bravos win? It looked like going with our father had more votes as of the tally and only got more afterwards. Was the tally incorrect?
 
please take off the votes from the update, that was from the wrong update I wrote. sorry.
 
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