A Whisper of Darkness

who: Jaehaerys, William, Selester, Tyrith, Aeria, Arrys, Rhaeys,
where: the Dornish Marches
when: Sept 20, just after the attack
rating: PG-13
status: closed. ask to join.


 The smells of blood, death, and burnt flesh wafted on the breeze. The dragons wouldn't need to be fed this night. In his pavilion the king paced across the Myrish carpets, unable to bear being still. In the center of the tent was a low table, where his counselors and the greatest lords of his party were gathered. The Wardens of South and West and North, and the heir to the East. House Martell was represented by his mother, with Jonath Rowan at her back, his sword loose in its scabbard. Only houses Baratheon and Tully were missing from this assemblage of the great houses. Jaehaerys glanced once at his uncle before he spoke.

"There is no mystery as to who attacked us. I saw the Valyrian blade, Dawn. I have fought against Ryan Dayne before, in tourneys. What we need to know is why he did this. And whether he had leave to do so." He looked at his mother. Her face was pale as death, her eyes downcast, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she expect to leave this tent alive tonight?

Jaehaerys looked around at the nobles gathered before him. "There must be a price paid for the blood spilled today. What do you all wish for it to be?" Let them speak, let them cry out. He would hear them, but he knew that cost was already determined: blood much pay for blood. There would be no treaties this time.

Who: EVERYONE who is south with the king
Where: Dornish marches, west of the Boneway
When: Sept 20
Rating: R
Status: OPEN

Ryan Dayne's horce pawed the turf ferociously, as if sensing his master's impatience. Around him were a full two-score more mounted knights, witha meager baggage train guarded by foot-soldiers of House Dayne behind. Perhaps somewhat oddly, the boy picked to carry the colors bore two pennants upon his lance.

First, of course, flew the sun-and-spear of House Martell, his liege-lord and master. But under the sun-and-spear flew the sigil of the Daynes, a sword and a falling star on a field of lavender. Both pennants were flown proud and high, and the small collection of Dornish cavalry chomped at the bit.

"Damn him." swore Ryan, second child and eldest male, the family greatsword Dawn at his side. "I was told he would be here. Today is the day, now is the time." he grumbled to his squire, a boy filled with long-suffering resignation to his position. "These pigs, these Florents, Baratheons, Targaryens, they'd all conspired together. ALL OF THEM. And now Princess Elia is dead. Prince Myrwin gravely wounded. Aeria held prisoner. These INSULTS to Dorne WILL NOT BE BORNE!" he bellowed, invoking a lusty cheer in the men who waited behind him.

"Today, we will send a message to ALL the Houses. That Dorne stands Unbowed! Unbent! Unbroken! And we will NOT BE DENIED!" he screamed, waving his family's ancestral greatsword in the air to rally his men. "Let us RIDE! Follow me, my brothers, and we shall send these marcher pigs a bloody lesson!" he said, sheathing his sword and putting his spurs to his horse to leap into a gallop, heading north out of the marcher mountain passes down to the fertile valleys below.

Who: Selester and any gentleman of quality who chooses to attend
What: Selester hosts a game of tiles in his chambers.
When: August 21st, evening
Where: The Tyrell quarters, in the sitting room.
Status: Open to male nobles in Summerhall, though a notification seems almost deliberately to have NOT reached King Jaehaerys.
Rating: PG-13, possibly rougher depending on how much Boys Are Boys.

The room had been cleared out; no servants save the guards outside the doors. The remainder of the alcoholic baggage of the Tyrell train had been set out on the sideboard and was being worked through. The table was the largest he had managed to wrangle from the castellan, and it seated more than enough guests. It was HARDLY a party, of course -- just a simple, sedate recreation to which all the noblemen (save the King in his mourning) had been invited. A quiet game of tiles -- low stakes by the standards of the nobles in attendance... at least, so far.

Selester sat in the seat facing directly at the door. His hands reached out to move the tiles around on the table, shuffling them about. "Well played, well played, my good lord." With a smile, he clacked a few together and looked about at his fellow players. "Another hand?"

Who: Selester, Alyana, and anyone who intercepts the note (likely a few Maesters and probably the Master of Whispers).
What: A raven is sent from Summerhall by the Tyrell Maester, carrying a note addressed to Lady Alyana Baratheon.
When: The note leaves on the 18th; I believe it's a 1-day travel time for ravens?
Status: Presumably relatively closed communications.
Rating: PG. Unless someone decides to write naughty letters. Though, really, that would just scandalize a bunch of poor Maesters.

( Contents below. )

who: Jaehaerys, ?
where: the king's study, Summerhall
when: Aug 20, afternoon
rating: PG
status: OPEN


((i know a couple people need to talk to Jaers one-on-one in official capacity: Selester, William, etc; just tag in in separate threads and we'll figure it out, ok?))

Who: Aeria, ?
Where: Summerhall, the queen's garden
When: Aug 20, noon
Rating: PG
Status: Open

who: Daenyra and open
where: Summerhall, receiving courtyard
when: A week after Elia's death
rating: PG?  Probably?
status: Open!

 

Who: Small Council, those involved in Elia’s Investigation
When: Five days after Elia’s Death
Where: Conference Rom
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed

( Tell Me You've Found Something.... )

Who: Jaehaerys, Everyone who's in Summerhall. 
When: The day of the tourney, that evening.
Where: Summerhall, the great hall.
Rating: PG-13
Status: OPEN.

Who: Kyra, Selester
When: the day after the tourney, evening.
Where: Summerhall, Selester's rooms
Rating: R
Status: Closed. Ask if you want to join!

Who: Jaehaerys, open
When:the second day of the tourney, morning. ie: about the time Wiliam's talking to Rhaeys and a bit after
Where: Summerhall, the tournament grounds
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open.

Who: Selester, William, Jaehaerys, Sir Geric
When: Morning of May 26.
Where: The Kingswood, along the Kingsroad.
Rating: PG at the moment.
Status: Open to anyone who wants to come along!

( A PERFECT day for pursuing bandits! )

Who: Genna, Selester, ?
When: May 22, afternoon
Where: The library, Maegor's Holdfast
Rating: PG
Status: Closed

 

Who: Selester Tyrell, Aeria Martell-Targaryen.
When: May 23, Morning, prior to the failed assassination attempt on Prince Myrwin.
What: Lord Tyrell takes the air in the Queen's garden, and encounters (who else?) the Queen.
Where: The Queen's garden.
Rating: PG-13, unless things get very out of hand...
Status: Open.

( No friends like old enemies... )

Who: Lyanora Stark, Selester Tyrell
When: May 21st, around Mid-day
Where: Halls of the Red Keep
Rating: PGish
Status: Ask first, but evil is fun!

( Small scams... )

Who: Alyana Baratheon, Selester Tyrell
What: Plotting of plot like doom
When: May 20th, after he arrives
Where: Selester's champers
Rating: PG, for now. I'll change if it changes.
Status: Closed and SEEKRIT. Very, very seekrit.

( And the stag seeks out a field of flowers... )

Who: Selester, William, Lyanora; then to the throne room and Jaehaerys
What: Lord Selester arrives at the Red Keep.
When: May 20th, early afternoon.
Where: At the gates to the Red Keep, then in the Throne Room itself.
Rating: Likely to be PG, but you never know.
Status: Scene completed.

( May Showers bring Golden Flowers? )