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All's Fair in Love and War(JamesKringXCold)
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Damon Alinor is the only son of Lord Alinor, the least of the noble houses of the South. 25 years old and a prodigy with the sword and the spear, he has proven himself to be a capable warrior and more importantly, a reliable friend and leader.
As the war begins, Damon is eager to test his mettle on the field of battle. As the war continues, his prowess earns him the respect of greater lords. Soon he finds himself rising politically, becoming a key player in the war.
Soon his house is pledged to that of the saviour of the South, House DeLark and he finds his hand likewise pledged to the young sister of the Lord DeLark, Vesper.
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Lady Romana Hayward is the youngest daughter of Lord Hayward and certainly the most outspoken and fiery of the lot of them. Beloved of the common people for being their voice among the high, she dedicated herself to the war effort by making sure that the peasants did not starve and that they were not mistreated.
As the war went bad for the South and the terrifying force of the Wolves of the North approached the Hayward citadel, the nobles evacuated, leaving the peasant militia to defend the place long enough to allow them to get away. Lady Romana refused to countenance this and stayed behind, hiding away in a secret chamber to do so.
As the Wolves approach, she is the lone noble in the Hayward lands and a powerful hostage for the Northern Wolves.
(OOC: I am not sure if this is what you were looking for and I am very sorry if it's not. But I'm glad to get started anyway.)
Damon Alinor is the only son of Lord Alinor, the least of the noble houses of the South. 25 years old and a prodigy with the sword and the spear, he has proven himself to be a capable warrior and more importantly, a reliable friend and leader.
As the war begins, Damon is eager to test his mettle on the field of battle. As the war continues, his prowess earns him the respect of greater lords. Soon he finds himself rising politically, becoming a key player in the war.
Soon his house is pledged to that of the saviour of the South, House DeLark and he finds his hand likewise pledged to the young sister of the Lord DeLark, Vesper.
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Lady Romana Hayward is the youngest daughter of Lord Hayward and certainly the most outspoken and fiery of the lot of them. Beloved of the common people for being their voice among the high, she dedicated herself to the war effort by making sure that the peasants did not starve and that they were not mistreated.
As the war went bad for the South and the terrifying force of the Wolves of the North approached the Hayward citadel, the nobles evacuated, leaving the peasant militia to defend the place long enough to allow them to get away. Lady Romana refused to countenance this and stayed behind, hiding away in a secret chamber to do so.
As the Wolves approach, she is the lone noble in the Hayward lands and a powerful hostage for the Northern Wolves.
(OOC: I am not sure if this is what you were looking for and I am very sorry if it's not. But I'm glad to get started anyway.)
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Isolde Strannis
She-Wolf of the North
Bastard daughter of the war chief Lance Strannis, and a member of the Stewgood house. Like the Strannis before him, Lance took both a wife and lovers in order to have sons who could at like his warriors. But Lance has been graced with only a weak sickly son and three strong daughters. Isolde has taken much from her father, becoming a
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The younger sister of the famed Mountain Folk warrior Ros DeLark by a few minutes, Vesper is devoted to her brother and her house. A strong will intelligent woman she has a slight disregard for the Southlanders due to how many looked down at her people.
Isolde Strannis
She-Wolf of the North
Bastard daughter of the war chief Lance Strannis, and a member of the Stewgood house. Like the Strannis before him, Lance took both a wife and lovers in order to have sons who could at like his warriors. But Lance has been graced with only a weak sickly son and three strong daughters. Isolde has taken much from her father, becoming a
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The younger sister of the famed Mountain Folk warrior Ros DeLark by a few minutes, Vesper is devoted to her brother and her house. A strong will intelligent woman she has a slight disregard for the Southlanders due to how many looked down at her people.
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vesper was in the carriage as the young beautiful dark raven haired woman looked out the window. The twin sister of Ros DeLark had a hatred for the Southlands. Unlike the coast that mountains here were scare, and the land was filled with soft soothing lakes and deep valleys surrounded by green hills. Vesper could feel a slight amount of fear at the thought of having to spend the rest of her life here as a wife to a man she had never met. Ros had spoken highly of Damon Alinor, and Vesper would never refuse and order from her brother. But a deep sadness had spread in her heart at the thought her children would be born of the lakes and not the mountains. Vesper let out a low sigh as the carriage was pulled into the Shallow Keep, the ancestral home of the Alinor and her soon to be husband castle. The mountain knights were ready with hands on their weapons as the waited for Damon.
Isolde Strannis was on the large powerful horse as the beautiful handsome woman brown eyes narrowed a little at the sight of seeing the castle. The banner of the Hayward's was flying proudly as a snicker came from the bastard daughter of Lord Stannis. Soon the trout banner would be laying on the mud and the banner of the red wolf would be flying instead. Calling the battle cry Isolde covered her head din the thick metal helmet that had been forge in the likeness of a wolf. The battle was bloody as the North army was attacking climbing onto the wall as they beat upon the door of the keep. Screams could be heard as Isodle followed the ram after it had shatter the large oak door. her large mace shattering into men as the She-Wolf of the Srannis lead the army toward the main keep holding.
Isolde Strannis was on the large powerful horse as the beautiful handsome woman brown eyes narrowed a little at the sight of seeing the castle. The banner of the Hayward's was flying proudly as a snicker came from the bastard daughter of Lord Stannis. Soon the trout banner would be laying on the mud and the banner of the red wolf would be flying instead. Calling the battle cry Isolde covered her head din the thick metal helmet that had been forge in the likeness of a wolf. The battle was bloody as the North army was attacking climbing onto the wall as they beat upon the door of the keep. Screams could be heard as Isodle followed the ram after it had shatter the large oak door. her large mace shattering into men as the She-Wolf of the Srannis lead the army toward the main keep holding.
Damon tugged on his collar, nervous in a way he had never been on the battlefield. There, one vanquished one's enemy with the strike of a sword. Here, he had to woo his adversary into a marriage. True, they were already betrothed, but he felt certain that high lady like Lady DeLark would be naturally inclined to detest a lowly knight like him. He had an uphill battle to fight in that regard.
He had heard stories about her beauty and even more so, her legendary temperament. As the carriage trundled into the courtyard, he heaved a great sigh and approached. A retinue followed, mostly other knights and the castle servants. Damon greeted the Mountain knights with hand to his chest and walked up to the carriage. He knocked on the door and spoke out. "Lady Vesper DeLark. It is I, Sir Damon Alinor. I bid you welcome to my humble abode. Please, will you not alight from your carriage and look at your new home?"
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Romana almost regretted her decision to stay behind as she watched the northern forces batter the defenses of the keep. Almost. She had made a pledge and she meant to keep it, even if that meant her heard. Her hand went to her throat as the ram succeeded in smashing the keep doors open, knowing that the battle was almost ended. For a moment, she closed her eyes, the terror of death overwhelming her. But her iron will asserted itself and she gathered her skirts above her knees and hurried down the stairs.
The soldiers would protect her to the end, if she let them. She would not have any more blood on her hands. She had to reach the main keep and surrender to the warrior in the wolf helmet, the leader of the expedition. Only then would the battle stop. Her plan was to offer herself as a hostage in exchange for letting the surviving soldiers live and providing the wounded with medicine. She only hoped that the barbarians of the north would be so honourable.
He had heard stories about her beauty and even more so, her legendary temperament. As the carriage trundled into the courtyard, he heaved a great sigh and approached. A retinue followed, mostly other knights and the castle servants. Damon greeted the Mountain knights with hand to his chest and walked up to the carriage. He knocked on the door and spoke out. "Lady Vesper DeLark. It is I, Sir Damon Alinor. I bid you welcome to my humble abode. Please, will you not alight from your carriage and look at your new home?"
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Romana almost regretted her decision to stay behind as she watched the northern forces batter the defenses of the keep. Almost. She had made a pledge and she meant to keep it, even if that meant her heard. Her hand went to her throat as the ram succeeded in smashing the keep doors open, knowing that the battle was almost ended. For a moment, she closed her eyes, the terror of death overwhelming her. But her iron will asserted itself and she gathered her skirts above her knees and hurried down the stairs.
The soldiers would protect her to the end, if she let them. She would not have any more blood on her hands. She had to reach the main keep and surrender to the warrior in the wolf helmet, the leader of the expedition. Only then would the battle stop. Her plan was to offer herself as a hostage in exchange for letting the surviving soldiers live and providing the wounded with medicine. She only hoped that the barbarians of the north would be so honourable.