'A Gathering of Shadows'

Who: Orya, Valda, Ari and various Skagosi
When: Day 65
Where: On a boat leaving Skagos
Rating: PG
Status: Open

Orya held a number of titles. Orya of the Magnar. Frozen Queen. Frost Goddess. All of them denoted leadership. Her status as a deity, or simply as someone who had been blessed in some way by the gods, was up for individual interpretation. The things that were clear were that she was immune to the effects of the cold, she was a fierce and skillful warrior, and that above all, Orya was the leader of the Magnar, and of the Skagosi people as a whole. Under her, the people were united and stronger for it.

The position carried a lot of responsibility. It was her duty to her people to make sure she led them wisely. She could not be a coward, but she could not be rash either.

Recently, some very ambitious wildlings from Westeros had mobilized into actual forces and attacked Skagos. It wasn't the first time something of that sort had ever happened...but what had been unusual was how well armed the people were. Those were not the weapons that wildlings could fashion, and even a successful group of wildlings couldn't steal that much armour and so many weapons. They never would have been able to acquire the caliber of ships that they'd arrived on illegitimately.

All signs pointed to the wildlings having allies amongst the Westerosi lords. The style of the weapons was definitely Westerosi.

Although some of her people wanted to declare war on the whole of Westeros, Orya intended on investigating. Forcefully where necessary, but she would investigate first. Let their wrath be directed precisely at whomever had supplied the wildlings and presumed to take Skagosi treasures. Their wrath would be swift, brutal, and leave no survivors.

Who: Toria and Jaehaerys
When: Day 68, late afternoon or early evening-ish
Where: Hallways of the Red Keep, possibly moving to secret passageways and other places
Rating: PG-13 maybe? Conversation should get pretty interesting
Status: Closed

Toria was looking for a place to practice her violin. She got some of her best thinking done after practicing. When she practiced, she cleared her mind, and could organize her thoughts better. That was just as well, with her little cousins and one of her aunts missing. There was also the matter of the riots. It seemed like it was about time for another charitable trip through the streets of King's Landing.

For now, she wandered through the hallways in search of a place to practice. There was only so much time she could spend sitting in her room. Ideally, she'd be somewhere quiet, but not so desolate that she'd be out of earshot if she needed to yell for help.

She stopped her search when she saw a familiar face in the hallway. After the riots in the streets, she did want to see what sort of condition Jaehaerys was in. Her brother had a big black eye and bruised and swollen knuckles on his writing hand. If the gods were merciful, Jaehaerys wouldn't have any injuries worse than that. If the gods were sensible, they'd make sure he got hit upside the head at least once during the fight to knock some sense into him.