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Cold? North? Excuses. The Westerlands rarely received any snowing and the only thing close to cold would be the mild temperature during winter which includes the usual winds gliding down the mountains and the persistent rains that are frequent through the warm summers.

Don't like how their lord is speaking to them? You mean being lazy. Which shall result in loss of lands, treasures and possibly even hostages. However this is not mentioned. But each house knows not to disobey their liege lord.

Payne's, loyalist servants of House Lannister. They have proven their loyalty and their House would not be extinguished so soon. On arrival they are commemorated by the small folk who throw roses and flowers at their feet and horses. The Payne's are welcomed into the sitting lion.

Clegane, loyal too, the three dogs of their banner fall below the Lion of Lannister. They receive the same welcome as the Payne's. Lannister's of Lannisport receive entry through the inner-bays of Casterly Rock and are lead to meet their distant kin of Casterly Rock.

The Reyne's...an envoy? Lord sick? What was the meaning of this? Lord Leorne Reyne was acclaimed an amazing sword and was said to have fought in tourneys nigh a week, or so the rumors claim, how was he sick? Maybe the flu. Hopefully he'll grow out of it whether it was cowardice or sickness. The Reyne envoy was allowed through too though received a modest welcome since no famous lord or house member was present and instead a low-born simple message bearer.

House's Farman, Lefford, Brax, Crakehall were unaccounted for. However their lords had the next few days to show up lest they rouse the Thunderbolt. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user]
 
House Name: Tyrell

Characters Name: Jon Tyrell, Warden of the South.

Character Backstory:

Age: 37

Jon was born the firstborn son of the last king, In his childhood he took a favour in politics and warfare. Becoming a fine swordsman in the battlefield, He grew up as a noble and stern man. Taking only one wife called Alyanna who sired him a beautiful daughter called Allysa, Named the flower of the south, But for this birth she paid in death. Following the bloody war between the northern and southern houses, his father died in battle. Following this Jon took the throne of the Tyrells and began his reign as Warden of the South..

He has brown blonde hair, a strong posture and a dirty blonde beard on his chin.

House Members:

Allysa, A brown haired slim beautiful girl of 15 years (Daughter)

Gremont, A dirty brown haired strong man of 35 years (Brother, Heir)
 
((Wither accepted, I imagine this is in place of your watch character? Wither/Nizhul (12700073) ))
Most houses did not take lightly to their lord demanding they come or they die. They saw him as a tyrant for this. Jeyne straight out, did not come as did farman and brax. Crakehall arrived not long after the envoy of Reyne but Lefford refused as brax, Farman, and Jeyne. The lords of house Payne, Clegane, Crakehall, and the envoy of house Reyne would meet with the king when he called them. The Reyne envoy, if asked where the lord was, would say that he was ill with a sickness of the head, likely the flu, and was unable to travel but sent the captain of his knights and trusted friend, Ser Jaq the courageous, who was a very notable knight that had served the lord of house Reyne for many years, to the meeting.
((Justification for my response: Many people would not take lightly a threat given to them by some new lord who does not have a very big reputation. That is why your message, designed to instill fear and to see who was loyal, did not work on many of the vassal houses. If you have a problem, please pm me.))
 
[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user] (Going to let mile deal with your affairs for now, he is quite a bit nicer than I am.)

The Karstarks would receive the letter from the nights watch, and it would be brought to Richard Karstark, who shook his head in dismay upon opening it, "First the vale, now this. What is westros coming to? Send a message back, the Karstarks are coming." And as the man hurried out of the room Richard added, "Ready half our forces, and tell General Udir to prepare for a cold march north." Once the man had left, Richard, hunched, made his way to the door, his men had told him that there where boltons at the gate. He thanked the gods that the Boltons had come. The gates where opened for them hurriedly.
 
Each and every lord on accordance to which arrived first was brought and spoken in private to by Lord Lannister, and no he was not the King as you pointed out, but simply their liege lord which everyone knows to obey. Though not everyone judging by the current ruling lords.

First was Lord Clegane who was brought in that night to sup with Tybolt. Once entering the room he would be watched by the Thunderbolt, appearance, movement, everything noted. It was up to Tybolt to understand these men, find whether their loyalties laid in their purses or their honor. "Welcome, Lord Clegane of Clegane's Keep. Master of the Three Hounds. I expect you know little of me, I am Tybolt Lannister, come sit what would you like first? Wine or water? We have it directly imported from the Redwyne Straights. How about some meat? We're serving mutton chops and lamb shanks with roasted pig dipped in honey and ginger." Exclaimed Tybolt ascending his seat for Lord Clegane and motioning him a seat around the table. The other lords would follow after Clegane and Lannister had chat for a while and join in the order of: Payne, Lannisters of Lannisport and Crakehall's. Each appearance, motive and notion was viewed. The envoy would have to wait as only major lords were allowed in the feast hall. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user]
 
"Ale, if you would. And a nice hunk of pork." He said in a harsh scottish accent. "Why did you call me on such short notice with threats of death." He said in what seemed like an angered tone but could just be his normal voice, one couldn't be certain.

The calm Payne lord walked in a took a seat. "So yer going to be our new lord. Shame, I thought it would be someone who would not try and get his vassals killed." He took the wine but did not eat.

The Lannisters of Lannisport entered. They were quite accustomed to the new lord as their town was just below Casterly rock. The pompous man started boldly, I expect you will be the lord who brings us to a new golden age?" He took wine as well as the mutton.

The Lord of Crakehall entered in silence and sat. He nodded his head to the offered whine but refused any food. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]
 
"Forgive me for the letters, they were merely to see where your loyalties lay. My predecessor may not have been one to keep allies. I however am not like him. Lord Clegane, you and your kin shall receive new lands south of Clegane's Keep. Fertile lands for farming and growing, it's wooded too, use that for producing for whatever you need. I offer you the position of my Vanguard in the wars to come." Before turning to Lord Payne, Tybolt motioned at a servant who returned a moment later with a bucket of cold ale and gave it to Lord Clegane with a blush before leaving.

Turning to Lord Payne, "I only kill vassals who disobey their liege lord. House Payne has always been loyal and served House Lannister. To return that kindness I grant position of captain of my guard and a son of your household shall be able to squire with any of my sons or me myself. Further gifts shall follow."

"To you, my distant cousin," said Tybolt to the Lord of Lannisport, "I grant you position of my naval command. The Lion's fleets shall reside in your docks and no longer at Fair Isle. Use them to defend the Sunset Sea and our famed goldwork port. Along with this trade with Old Town shall never be better than it has in the past three hundred years."

Lastly to Lord Crakehall, "Soon enough I shall be sealing a deal with the Reach, for your loyalty to House Lannister, you shall be given portions of southern land to use for whatever you wish. This shall be fertile and able to be farmed on not to mention you may host tourneys there. I offer you position of my side-guards in the battles ahead." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user]

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A letter was sent to the Reach, straight for Highgarden to be received by Lord Tyrell. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
Jory rode into the courtyard, his brother at his side. As he dismounted and handed his mount to a stableboy, he looked around. The castle had scarcely changed since his day of childhood, when he was last to see it. Geralt joined his side as he wandered across the yard towards what he believed to be the Great Hall. "Have thirty men stay with the horses. Ten shall stay outside the Great Hall. And ten will join us in.", Jory said. Geralt turned around and yelled some orders whilst walking backwards. As ten of the rogue men flocked to them, Geralt turned back around. "What shall we tell the Karstarks?" Jory put on a sincere look. "The Starks have died, my Lord. The South is marching on us. We have to stand together in these times of need, as a strong North, and show them what we are made of. For the Starks." He smirked at his brother. "Don't look so umimpressed, brother, the old bear will buy it." They both grinned as they continued towards the Great Hall. As they started climbing the stairs to the entrance, Jory laughed: "Enough now of this suspicous grinning. Lord Richard will think we're out to poison him!"
 
The letter would be brought before the warden of the south in his court. Lord Tyrell would read the letter..
 
The emblem of House Lannister, the roaring golden lion on a crimson background was upon the the front. Inside set about in cursive was the message.

'To the Lord Paramount of the Mander, Warden of the South.

I offer you Tyland Lannister, whom resides in Old Town squiring for Lord Costayne, as marriage material to your daughter. In return House Tyrell shall gain trade from Lannisport through the Mander and political ties. Both sides shall aid the other in times of war, as is now, to deal with rebellious lords be them in the north like the Tully's and the south as some of the Martell's may coup against the Iron Throne.

Hereby Tyland Lannister shall wed, and bed, your daughter. Be squired to a possible candidate of the Reach, mayhaps the cabale Lord Tarly of Hornhill. And Lannister-Tyrell Households shall be joined by blood in alliance. Accept this and the Rose of your sigil shall blossom. Do not and it shall wither.

Kind regards, Tybolt Lannister, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, and obvious Lord of Casterly Rock.'

The letter may have been blunt but it reflected on the reputation of Tybolt in the Reach. He was known as the Sea Lion for his deeds in Old Town and as the Thunderbolt for his sins. Unlike the Westerlands who had yet to feel his lightning the Reach was where he grew up. And Lord Tyrell would know well of his capabilities and wit, and those of the young Tyland Lannister too.
 
((C'mon guys. Let's get this running.))

How would the Black Dragon react to Tybolt's offer. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/arakrsptec/74.png" name="arakrsptec"]7396155[/user] ((if you decide to return a letter by Raven it should well be there as over twenty days has passed.))

What would the Lords Clegane, Payne, Crakehall and Lannister of Lannisport react to their newfound lands, rewards and offers? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user] ((This feast is in a paused time period. When the RP is completed it shall have been 20-40 days depending on whether we continue through 1-2 IRL days past))

The Tyrell Raven should've arrived by now. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
The Archmaester would see to it that the Raven was cared for and fed while the letter was sent to be read by Tybolt. After unsealing it he looked at the note. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
The letter would read.

Dear Tybolt Lannister, Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly rock.

I would be interested in offering you my daughters hand in marriage, though I do have a bit of regret handing her over. I solemnly ask your son Tyland. Treats her properly and does not abuse her. I hope you understand my words with deepest understanding.

Otherwise I am glad to join our houses together, so we can both destroy those filthy traitors in the north.

Yours truly, Lord Jon Tyrell of House Tyrell, Warden of the South.
 
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((Apologies, was not familiar with the time differences in RP and real life. Due to the refusal of anyone taking place as my sibling, I have obtained a brother. Twin, of age with my own.))

A letter is returned to the Lannisters.

"Tybolt Lannister, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, and Lord of Casterly Rock,

As known, my father had fallen in the war we now fight in his Grace. No sister had been given to my brother or I, and I see no better partner in marriage than your beautiful Aemma. I would seek to soon see Casterly Rock for myself, as I shall be riding with a marriage host. I wish to see the strength of the Lannisters to meet us, along with your loyal liege lords. Strength is rare now, and I would wish for your men to see a new hope."

Draegen Targaryen.
 
Richard sat in the great hall with his men, all eating in sullen silence, the tapestries which decorated every wall in the hall seemed to have faded, and the entire room seemed dark, the flames which had once roared, a flickering flame. The men had been gathered, and where preparing to march to the wall.

In the lands of dorn, reports of a wild dragon has spread, it is said that it burns villages and take those who it wishes.
 
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