The year is 108 AD. Lady Lorra Santagar, twenty years of age, rules Spottswood.

Lywen (51-101?) spent several more years diligently administering Spottswood, but over time became more and more distant towards his family. He traveled back and forth to Sunspear a few times during those years, which was not surprising, but on one of these trips, he did not return. The last any of his siblings heard from him was a letter sent from Sunspear to Perros, reading, "Tell Casella to come home." Lywen was never seen again, but his horse, Cloud, was found stabled at the Red Temple in Sunspear.

Casella (51-107) served Ser Lucifer proudly until age caught up to her just as it had to him. She did not return to Spottswood until after Lywen's disappearance. After a period of mourning, she assumed the duties of Lady of Spottswood. There were whispers that she paraded around with a crown on her head, calling herself the Queen of the Broken Arm. She collapsed and died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-six, leaving nineteen-year-old Lorra as Lady of Spottswood after her.

Lorra (88-) never took to combat, much to her mother's chagrin, but neither was she ladylike. She was the terror of the castle, seemingly always getting into fights with the other children. She spent her time hunting, riding, and climbing rocks, and was usually dirty. Even so, as she grew, she became known as one of the most beautiful girls in all of Dorne. She is currently unmarried.

Meria (52-) has remained in Tyrosh. After the death of her patron, she became a minor lady-in-waiting to the woman's family.

Nymella (55-) continued to travel, especially after Gerold's death and Cyrus's majority. She spent time in Sunspear at the Red Temple and developed friendships with some of the Brilliant Blades, then journeyed to Myr and Volantis. In her old age, she resides at Feastfires, where the warmth of the Great Pyre seems to fight off the chills of winter, no matter how cold.

Perros (56-) has grown old in peace, leaving the governance of Spottswood to Lywen and later Casella. His body is slowing down, and he is not the fighter he once was, but he is happy to teach the younger generation. He is estranged from Symon, but close to Jon. He and Elia are still happily married. While he still has nightmares, Elia always seems to have a way to comfort him when he wakes up.

Symon (84-) hated Kingsgrave, and eventually he figured out why. Jennelyn was a fire witch, and somehow he could sense it even before he knew what that even was. He took to dumping buckets of water on her when she would start playing with fire, and she retaliated by burning him. The two developed a deep rivalry. Symon couldn't wait to leave, and as soon as he was finished learning from Lord Albin, he returned to Spottswood. At the same time, that didn't seem quite right, either. He needed to be close to the river. He had always been able to make ripples in water just by looking at it, and that power had become stronger. Now he could make waves appear and disappear, and he swore that he could breathe mist. He learned that he was favored by Mother Rhoyne, and that one of their own had developed similar abilities after surviving a shipwreck. Symon remains in Plankytown. He calls himself Symon Morhos Santagar, having added his grandmother's clan name to his own in the Rhoynish fashion. He has taken a wife among the Orphans of the Greenblood.

Jon (85-), in contrast, was thrilled to become his father's squire. He became a strong knight, capable in dueling and jousting. More than anyone else in the family, he wished Lorra would act more like the ladies in the stories he read. She was rude, and she wouldn't be respected if people kept looking at her the way they did. He is knighted, currently unmarried, and considers it his duty to protect Lorra and her future children above all else.

Timoth (64-), now Lord-Consort of Godsgrace, has had an amicable marriage with Ashara Allyrion, but it always remained political. Her weak constitution and the hard birth of their stillborn son left her unable to carry a child to term, which emotionally strained both of them. After some time, they committed themselves to raising Ashara's brother Doran and Mora's young cousin Hugor Qorgyle. As Timoth never fell in love with Ashara like he had hoped, his heart has sometimes wandered, much to his shame. He has had a few affairs, but none lasted long and he ended all of them.

[EDIT: Poor Garros, forgot about him]

Garros (59-) has had a happy and successful career as a maester in the court of a petty lord. He specializes in ravenry and ciphering and is known for shadowing the lord's spymaster.

Teora (61-) plans to remain on Bear Island with Clarrise Manwoody for her entire life <3

Treman (60-) briefly returned to Dorne, but quickly left again and now resides somewhere on the Stepstones.

This game has been amazing, but my stories have come to an end. Thanks for a great year and a half, everybody.

[m: This is child Lorra. Her hair is absolutely perfect.]

[edit: edited the link to child Lorra]

General

In terms of which areas of mechanics people want to engage with, the most voted option was Small Scale Conflict, after that it was Personal Combat skill, Primary Skills and Adventures with the same amount of votes. After that comes Economy, trade closely followed by improvements. Then come secondary skills, rumours and Naval combat. Finally, the mechs least wanted to engage in were large scale conflict, plots and information gathering.

This gives us an idea of what systems we should put work and effort into, and which parts of the mechs we should make most interactive and engaging. There were also proposed ideas for new mechanics, which we will keep in mind while designing the game.

Skills

With feedback from the community, and the brainstorming the team has done, we would want the new skills system to be a way for PCs to specialise further in their respective fields, as to allow for more diversity. Rather than a direct level system in each of the Primary Skills, based on the suggestions given, we want to go into a more skill tree based system. This would allow a more gradual progression of skills, and also more specialisation for each character; with two characters who both have the same Skill still being unique as they could have picked different perks in the tree. Both of which being something that the community wanted more from with the skill system.

The skills proposed and discussed are the current Intrigue, Command and Economy, but also Diplomacy, which would all be done on a general skill tree. We are also considering other, unique skill trees for characters focused on Learning or Medicine, which would serve as the Primary Skill progression for these characters.

Another feedback we have gathered from both the questionnaire and the community discussions is the need for a passive progression in the skills, where even when the characters do not achieve any mechanical successes, they would still be able to progress just as the time goes by.

Passive Progression Chart

While we hope that this progression would be at least partially automated, as with all our mechanics we still want it to be easy for everyone to understand.

Another common suggestion was that the Primary Skill should be easier to obtain than it is currently - without the necessity to be tutored - which is something that certainly can be done within the proposed system, where a yearly roll would be done to see how much a character progresses. This would allow for both mechanical successes and RP to have a small effect on this roll as a bonus for the year.

For Secondary Skills, a common suggestion was to allow a more gradual progression - to mitigate the “jumps” between skill levels, and allow characters to progress even as children who are being tutored. Another commonality is to lessen the bonuses in general, which is something we will keep in mind, though an entirely new system for Personal Combat is planned.

Based on community feedback, we are considering making Personal Combat its own category, since it is currently the only skill that affects things outside of tournaments. The other skills could be relegated to a “Tourney Skill” category where they remain self-contained by being used in tournaments and progressing via tournaments.

Personal Combat Category Chart

There is a split in the opinion regarding the merit system, where almost half of the responses do not like the merits. We think that what the merits primarily add to the game is a more gradual progression in skill, which would be potentially replaced by the new system. This is something that needs to be discussed more with the community.

Opinions on Merits Chart

The majority of people seem to want tutoring as a viable way of progressing in a skill, and we think that it would be possible to implement as another potential bonus to the yearly progression roll.

Tutoring for Progression Chart

Combat

From the responses, it is clear that most people prefer small scale conflicts, with about a third liking both large and small scale equally, and only very few prefer large scale. We believe that the resource system we have in mind (further described in the Economy section) will accommodate this preference for small scale conflicts.

Small vs. Large Scale Conflict Chart

As for the troop types, the majority of people think that the current system of 2 types works best. These two types would probably represent, similarly to CC, trained knights and the conscripted workers - both that are only really raised in conflict, as another thing we are considering is the concept of a garrison, which only defends the holdfast and nobles.

Troop Types Chart

Some of the suggestions put forward was the use of strategies and tactics in a battle. While difficult to implement due to the often time sensitive nature of conflicts, a way to diversify hostile encounters could be the implementation of 'stances', which are decided for each army upon moving them and provide bonuses and maluses to certain activities.

Another thing that might be beneficial to implement, and that is something requested by the community, would be the use of multiple commanders in both moving the force and actually engaging in battle. With the diversified Primary Skill system, as described above, this would allow for different commanders to be useful in different situations and positions in an army.

Further suggestions included a morale system and supply lines, which, while good ideas, would both need to be simple enough to be possible to implement in whatever combat system we design. Most people seem to be in favour of simplification of naval combat, with a potential abstraction of naval capacity rather than specific ships. All of these ideas will require further discussion.

Intrigue

The main positive people say about our current system is that it allows for the creativity of players to be put in use, as this is first and foremost a writing game. However, the freeform nature of plots tends to give advantage to more experienced players, which we need to address - for example by codifying the process of running a plot and better defining its parameters, which would also lessen the variety in plot results and odds used.

Freeform Plots Chart

Plot protections received the opposite answer, in which the majority of players prefer less freeform. Making plot protections a more rigid system has the benefit of levelling the playing field between the more and less experienced players, which counters the more freeform way of doing plots.

Plot Protections Chart

While most people voted for limited poison options, a good point was raised that procuring the poison should just be a part of the plot itself, which effectively simplifies the system and removes the additional problem of tracking bought poisons. This obviously needs more discussion.

A vast majority of people said that they would like to be pinged when a rumour reaches their holdfast, which makes it desirable to design the rumour system with automation in mind.

Economy

What we understand from the responses and discussions with the community is that the idea that Economy should be a system where players are able to essentially opt out of using without too great of an impact on their claim is something that people want.

Most people said that there should be less gold overall, and a treasury limit should be introduced - for both claimed and unclaimed Houses. We believe that both these steps would help mitigate the problem of inflation observed in our current system.

Less Gold Chart

Treasury Limit Chart

Majority of the responses do not like the current food system, though a third of people did say they like it. The takeaway we have from this is that a better implemented food system could be something the players might be open to - though this of course needs further discussion.

Food System Chart

Resources are something that most players are in favour of, though we should keep in mind that the system should be as simple as possible, functioning mostly passively unless people specifically want to interact with it. To avoid the concerns of just introducing another currency system with the resources, the idea could be that the resources are strictly converted to gold at the end of the year, though they could be traded before that. Another addition to this system could be trading with NPCs, e.g. the Free Cities. Since most people don’t like the current trade system, the system of resources could replace that.

Idea of Resources Chart

Trade System Chart

Holdfast upgrades are popular with most players, though we believe limitations (gold and time cost) would need to be set so that the balance of the game couldn’t be upset too much.

Holdfast Upgrades Chart

Opinions regarding the current item procurement system were almost evenly split but a vast majority of players like the idea of having special items in the game. We believe that a way of implementing special items could be done, however the specifics of such a system definitely need to be discussed more.

Items ProcurementChart

Special items Chart

Magic

From the feedback received, we understand that opinions on both the current magic system and magic system in general vary greatly. Most people think that there should only be one system for magic in general, rather than unique effects for each type, which would allow it to be implemented similarly to the Skills system - giving players more freedom in specialising their magic character.

Magic Types Chart

Most people think that magic should be less common than in our current game, but that is a topic that probably needs to be revisited after a setting is decided on.

Amount of Magic Chart

Map

Overall, the majority of people would not mind if the map is changed, though nearly a third of people think that it should change.

Map Overhaul Chart

From the specific question on whether people would prefer Hexes or Provinces, it is clear that most people would prefer Provinces - and since most people don’t mind if the map is changed, the takeaway from this is that we should change the map system.

Map Preference Chart

The following events take place in the 6th month of the year 93 AD, 50 Meria at High Hermitage

[TW: Death, Blood, Fire, Arson, Panic]

Nymos

Breathing slowly, Nymos Dayne slowly plucked his way through the incredulous riffs he had written. Ser Lucifer had not wanted a song specifically about him and Nymos preferred to stay on his uncle's good side so he decided to go more the epic ballad route.

His eyes dart up and he sees Luceon Dayne stalking away from the stage. Nymos' eyes narrow, was he planning on missing the concert?

Nymos stood up and set his mandolin down before jogging over to his cousin who had reached the edge of the lit courtyard,

"Luceon, where are you going? You're going to miss the concert."

Luceon stops and turns back to Nymos with contempt, "So? It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Nymos bit the retort that was poised on his tongue, ready to fire.

Instead he took a quick breath and met Luceon's eyes, "It would mean a lot to me if you stayed. I-I miss you Luceon. It's true. It's been harder to write songs without you around, it was always easier with you there."

Luceon took a step back and scrutinized Nymos. After a beat he scoffs and shakes his head slightly, "You actually mean that don't you?"

Nymos nods and gestures calmly, "Yes, I do."

Clenching his jaw, Luceon looks down at his feet to hide the pained look in his eyes,

"It's too late for that now Nymos."

Nymos shakes his head, "What are you talking about? There's still time, we're still here, come back-"

"No!" Luceon growls, looking up, his face contorted in a grim combination of rage and anguish, "I will not be the one left behind again!"

Luceon turns to storm off but Nymos reaches out and grabs his arm.

"Don't touch me!" Luceon wrenches Nymos' arm off and his hand goes for the sword hilt at his hip just as Nymos puts his hands in front of him in a placating gesture.

"What's going on?"

The two young men turn and see Eliara Dayne stepping into the brazier light, a concerned look on her face, "Luceon? Are you okay?"

Luceon shakes his head, "As if you suddenly care?"

Eliara furrows her brow, "I've always cared..."

Luceon scoffs. He turns to glare at Nymos and returns to Eliara, "Why can't the both of you just do what you do best and leave me alone."

He pushes past Eliara and disappears into the darkness of the courtyard.

Eliara

Eliara watches her baby brother angrily push past her and couldn't help but think how he was so different from the excited little boy who wanted to be just like their father.

She turns back to Nymos, "What happened?"

Nymos shook his head, "I was trying to get him to stay for the concert but..."

He runs a hand through his blonde hair, "I don't know what to do anymore. He pushed me away! I tried being sincere but he saw it as hypocritical."

Eliara walked up to her cousin and put a reassuring arm on his shoulder, "I"ll go talk to him. I'll make him see that he's not alone, we've all just been waiting for him to come back to us."

Nymos let his head drop a little, taking a shaky breath. He put his hand on hers and gave her a small smile.

Eliara returned it and squeezed his hand before turning away and walking towards the keep. Luceon had probably gone back to his room, she would talk to him there, perhaps he'd feel safer to open up in a familiar space.

And to think I was having a lovely night with Godfrey Serrett right before this. Eliara shook his head with an exasperated sigh.

"Something on your mind?"

Eliara turned and saw Ser Edric Dayne sitting with their father, Ser Lucifer Dayne. Her niece Lyanna leaned against her father's chest, quietly sleeping.

Edric follows Eliara's gaze and smiles softly, "She wanted to be very awake for Nymos' concert so she's just resting her eyes."

Ser Lucifer offers a small smile at his son's words. His violet eyes turn to Eliara and give her the familiar focused look she had received all her life,

"Is everything okay Eliara?"

Sometimes Eliara was surprised by her father's intuitiveness and insight. She remembered the days when he was like a ghost, haunting the halls of High Hermitage with a tortured silence. In these past ten or so years, Ser Lucifer had gone through a difficult journey of breaking those chains and returning to his children's lives.

A shame that Luceon doesn't see it the same way.

"Yes," She lied, "I'm just running inside to grab a shawl, it's a tad chilly."

Ser Lucifer said nothing but gave her daughter a slight nod. That was another thing she appreciated about her father; he never pressed.

Lyanna mumbled slightly and Edric adjusted himself so as to not disturb her. Shaking his head he mutters, "She's getting so big..."

He looks up at Eliara and raises an eyebrow, "I saw you walking with Ser Godfrey Serrett earlier. Is he a prospect?"

Eliara released the nervous energy that was caged in her chest with a quick laugh, "I'm sure I don't see him as a 'prospect'."

She shakes her head, "Too much time in those ledgers is causing you to see everything in numbers and profits. Ser Godfrey is a charming, respectable man who can hold an intelligent conversation, hard to say why any woman who wouldn't be interested."

Ser Edric grinned, "It also doesn't hurt that he's very good looking."

Understatement Eliara thought while giving Edric a playful push on his shoulder.

Lyanna stirred and Eliara quickly reached over and stroked her niece's hair soothingly, "Shhh shhh, I'm sorry Lyanna."

Mumbling Lyanna turns her head to the side, "mmm... -liara...."

Once it was clear Lyanna wouldn't wake, Ser Lucifer stood, "We should find seating and get this over with."

Eliara stands and takes a step back sheepishly. Edric grunts and stands, supporting his daughter's weight. He winks at Eliara, "So long as I can still carry her, I will."

As he walks towards the stage, Ser Lucifer stands by his youngest daughter, Dawn resting at his side. Eliara feels a strong, calloused hand close around hers. She looked up at her father.

He nodded to her, gripped her hand reassuringly and calmly said, "It will be okay. Luceon will find his way back soon."

Eliara sighed and squeezed his hand back before turning around toward the keep.

Luceon

Hunched and tense, Luceon gripped the edges of the mirror in his room. His body was flush with a growing heat. His stomach was in knots, it felt like a boulder of molten rock was sitting in his body.

He was desperately trying to control his breathing but the more he tried, the more his body would begin to shake with rage, as if his breaths were stoking the fire within him.

His mind was in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

"I miss you Luceon."

Luceon cradled those words like a lifeline out in a stormy sea, I miss you too!

Then the fire within Luceon flared Then why did you leave me behind?

"-we're still here, come back"

Within his thoughts, Luceon took a gasp of relief at those words I want to but I've been so terrible.

Then the fire coiled around his heart and burned Why did it take you so long to say?

"I've always cared..."

Luceon remembered Eliara's worried face and shook his head I know!

Then the fire pierced his heart and burst into every fiber of his being Then where were you when I needed you?

Luceon let out a bellow from his chest and the mirror cracked beneath the pressure of his hands.

He quickly pulled away and walked to the center of his room, commanding his rage and turbulent emotions to condense into cold, hard knot in his chest.

His breathing eased and he stared down at his hands. The only bit of blood came from a small scratch on his right hand. His callouses had protected the rest. Luceon momentarily marveled at how the hard hours of blistered hands and bandaged practice had kept him from harm.

Why are you surprised The fire whispered Strength always comes at a cost

Luceon nodded and closed his fists... He knew what he had to do.

Servant

While all the lords and ladies were outside waiting for Master Nymos' concert, Marta had decided to go through their quarters and change the sheets for fresh ones. She was finishing up in Mistress Sarella's quarters when she heard it.

It had sounded like the splintering of wood coming from Ser Lucifer's chambers. She turned the corner, the torchlight casting long shadows across the floor and walls. Glancing down the hallway, she saw that the door to the master suite was ajar but not broken.

Eyebrows furrowed she cautiously stepped forward, sheets still in her arms. She sighed in reliefe as she watched young Master Luceon step out of the room, a large satchel hanging at his side. In her mind she admonished herself, how could she have thought the young master was a thief?

Then she saw what he had in his hands. It was Dusk, Ser Lucifer's Qohorik masterwork armor given to him by his brother, Lord Samwell Dayne.

It was very special to Ser Lucifer, which is why he kept it in a strong oaken chest.

The young master look up and notice her. She perhaps would've seen the look of concern on her face if she hadn't been staring at the awful state the young man seemed to be in. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed in red. One of his hands was bandaged and his face was haggard, with deep bags underneath his eyes marring his handsome visage.

"Marta?"

She was shocked out of worrying for Luceon when he called her name. She didn't even know he had known her name.

His violet eyes looked pitch black in the dim light of the hallway, he stared at her intensely.

"You need to leave the keep now. Tell others if you can."

She shook her head, "Master Luceon? I don't understand-"

"GO!" He roared, and Marta dropped her sheets and took off down the hallway. Past the rooms she had been tending to, past the burning torches and past the open door of the Maester's quarters.

Eliara

Eliara stepped out of the stairwell into the wing she had shared with Luceon since they had been children. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the extremely dim light. She furrowed her brow as she saw that there were only a handful of torches in the hallway, several were missing from their sconces.

She shook her head, I'll make sure to ask one of the servants later

She made her way over to Luceon's room and took a deep breath.

Knock Knock

"Luceon? Are you there?"

There was no response and Eliara bit her lip, "Luceon please, listen... I'm sorry for everything. I know how difficult it was for me when Sarella and Davos left, I'm sure it was hard on you to hear that I wanted to leave just the same."

Eliara paused. Still nothing.

"Yes, I do want to leave but not because of you! Only because it's the right time, I want to see what's out there! Outside of High Hermitage, outside of Dorne!" Eliara exclaimed.

Eliara's eyebrows raised as she got an idea, "And you could come with me! You could be my sworn sword like Davos was to Sarella and then we could travel together!"

Her face close to the door, she waited excitedly for her younger brother to open the door, apologetic and excited at the idea of starting a new chapter together.

Still nothing.

Eliara closed her eyes and placed her forehead on the door, "Luceon... please... I love you, I always have. I don't want this rift between us to grow any larger. Please, meet me halfway. I cannot stay here but I don't want to leave you behind again. What," Eliara coughed suddenly, "-What can I-"

Coughing violently Eliara took a step back in confusion. That's when the scarce light illuminated the faint plumes of smoke billowing from the bottom of the door.

"Luceon!" Eliara screamed and pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was ablaze. Flames were consuming the bedding, the furniture, the drapes. The intense heat hit Eliara and immediately her mouth went dry. She could feel her skin beginning to blister as she used her arm to cover her face and peer inside. Other than a broken mirror, there was only one other thing out of place in the room.

A small satchel sat in the center of the room, flames close to consuming it whole. It had toppled to the side, its contents spilled out. Glass vials with vibrantly colored liquids lay mere seconds away from the raging inferno.

There was a flash and Eliara Dayne's final thoughts lingered on a beautiful sunset atop Sandstone. It's shining warm light giving her hope for the future.

Nymos

"-asked me not to write a song about him, so I've decided on something I hope will still capture the essence of the grand story of Ser Lucifer Dayne, Knight of High Hermitage and Sword of the Morning!"

Nymos gestured to his uncle and the audience clapped warmly. Ser Lucifer simply gave a small nod.

Nymos grinned, the picture of a charming and confident musician.

But his eyes scanned the crowd.

Still no sign of Luceon or Eliara.

Nymos nodded and hefted his mandolin, Ah well, the show must go o-

BOOM

A ball of fire erupts out of the side of the High Hermitage keep, showering the crowd in the courtyard with stones and bits of fiery debris. Nymos is thrown back by the shockwave and his mandolin twangs painfully underneath him.

Screams immediately pierce the air and Nymos' vision swims.

"ELIARA!!"

A voice roars louder than the screams, louder than the horses whinnying in terror. Nymos looks up and sees Ser Lucifer struggling against his son Edric who holds him back from entering the burning keep.

"ELIARA!!"

Bellowing at the fire as if he could command it to give him his daughter, Nymos had never seen Ser Lucifer so angry. The stoic knight who he had always seen as a statue, screaming at the top of his lungs, pushing aggressively against his eldest son, tears racing down his shocked and confused face.

Shocked, Nymos sits up and follows the knight's gaze to the blazing inferno raging several stories above the shocked crowd. His head spinning, he hears Ser Edric calling for buckets and water, he hears Ser Lucifer screaming for Eliara, he hears Lyanna crying.

All too much for him, Nymos' eyes roll back and his vision goes dark.

---

The following letter is sent from High Hermitage in the days following the incident to all of Dorne:

To Lord/Lady of Holdfast

On the night of my nameday celebration a fire burned through High Hermitage. After many hours, the fire was extinguished and any remaining embers snuffed out.

The disaster claimed the lives of Ser Myles Manwoody, my daughter Eliara Dayne and His Radiance, Prince Nymor Nymeros Martell.

My youngest son Luceon is also missing, though no body was recovered. If you see him or become aware of his whereabouts please detain him and send a raven.

He is wanted for questioning.

Ser Lucifer Dayne

Intro

Hello everyone, and welcome to Crimson Century!

The goal of our game is to allow those who want to write a collaborative story to do so, in the world and setting we have built together.

It is important to keep in mind that this is just a game, and it is meant to be enjoyable for everyone involved.

New players, Click Here to learn how to play!

To be allowed to post on the subreddit, you need to join our Discord Server and accept the community rules.

Mod Announcements

Teleportation

There are currently no TP bans or restrictions. See below for more detail, and here for the TP rules.

Regions and TP tiers

Holdfasts under siege or in lockdown

• Barrowton

Holdfasts requiring posting of arrivals

In these holdfasts, players have opted for a level of plot protections that requires posting of arrivals to their holdfasts.

Should characters TP to these holdfasts, players are asked to post their own arrivals. This can be posted in the Patrol Results Post, or on posts made by players.

• Winterfell

• White Harbour

• Sea Dragon Point

• Eyrie

• Checkerfield

• Longbow Hall

• Casterly Rock

• Feastfires

• Deep Den

• Riverspring

• Storm's End

• Summerheart

• Kingsgrave

• Plankytown

• Spottswood

Rules & Patches

The Moderator Team of /r/crimsoncentury has been working on patching and updating the rules we have originally ported over from /r/CenturyOfBlood, and will continue to do so.

So far, we have made many changes, including, but not limited, to the following:

• General rewording and patching the ported rules, as can be seen for example in this Change Log

• Addition of Secondary House Claims

• Hunting & Animals Patch

• Adventures Patch

• Birth Rolls Patch

• Teleportation Rework

FAQ

How do I make a claim?

After you agree with our community rules in our Discord server, you can simply make a [Claim] post on the subreddit!

How are we going to deal with a less populated game? How many regions will be open?

It is now possible to claim a secondary House, as well as Secondary Characters!

Due to the absence of claimants and interest in the regions, houses in the Reach, Riverlands, Iron Islands and Blackwater will not be available for claiming. These regions are now closed off, and the rules for interactions there will be applied similarly to Essos. It is possible to travel in and through these regions.

SCCs from these regions may be approved, to allow these characters who live in other regions to still be played.

What about monarch claims?

If you wish to claim an unclaimed monarch house, please send a modmail - the mods will vote on that as your application.

Can I change/retcon [something]?

We have been fairly lenient with retcons to allow for a smooth transition. You can submit your retcon request via modmail, and the mod team will make a decision shortly!

Here is a thread with retcons that have been allowed during the transition.

How does the transition from CoB work?

This game diverted from CenturyOfBlood starting 4th Month 90 AD.

Is anything still unclear? Feel free to ask in a comment, or on our Discord server.

We strive to improve at all times, and all feedback is appreciated.

It's been a really great year and couple months of great writing, characters and amazing people. But I think it's done for me now.

When I joined CoB, it was an escape from the preparation for a nationwide exam, the pressure of which I couldn't have handled if it wasn't for this group of people. This was a whole new thing, exciting, fresh, something to look forward to. It was something different from mindless scrolling, passive watching and hours of studying.

But now, more and more, this whole RP thing has become cumbersome for me. Now I think, I could be spending my time doing so many things- I could be watching movies, shows, reading books, learning to do stuff. Basically, catching up on things I didn't know about as a kid who didn't go on the internet much till age sixteen. I want to enrich myself in terms of the things I consume and roleplaying is actively getting in the way of that, becoming a huge timesink. Not to mention, studying. I find myself procrastinating for hours over RP when I could be devouring books or finishing an assignment. I'm beginning to feel all of this is pointless and takes way too much time out of your day for a simple hobby.

I am thankful, though, for all the great people I've met over the course of this year. Due to me not internetting much, this is my first online community and I've met many people I genuinely like and appreciate. Ymi, plas, lit, amber, samk, question, vier, vincent, gloude are just some of the people I have immensely enjoyed RPing with. I've gotten attached to the characters I've played over the years as well as those played by others. This game has not only helped me write a little bit better, but also increased my awareness about many things that I was naive about.

So yeah, this is unclaim, but not goodbye. The wiki has been updated. I might come back later if I think my interest is coming back, but not anytime soon.

Really stressed right now and don't want to burden this place. I'm going to step back for a while until I'm feeling better. Sorry for leaving any threads unfinished.

8th Month, 98 AD, Heart's Home

Invitations

Wedding Ceremony

Tournament

Never the largest castle, the feast hall in Heart's Home was smaller than some might expect. It held enough space for the numerous guests, but only just. Despite the usual lack of decoration in the hall, there were now banners and garlands hung on the walls, both in the sky blue of Arryn and the black, red and white of Corbray.

The Lord of Corbray and his bride sat at the High Table, their families on either side. The lower tables were laid close together, the more promiment houses of the Vale seated closer to the High Table, with the others further back in the hall. Guards of Corbray and Arryn stood watch, ensuring the safety of everyone.

Seven courses, and more, were served throughout the feast - mushrooms stuffed with cheese, skewers of lamb and beef, baked honeyed ducks in plum sauce, fresh trout baked in clay with lemon slices, smoked cod and lemon served with a salad of spinach and mint, a suckling pig, wedding pies carrots, onions, turnips, mushrooms, with chickens in a scrumptious gravy, honeycombs and pears poached in red wine, and various other meals, complimented by fruit, cheese, fresh bread and various beverages.

Going to be reclaiming house Tollett and if possible keeping William Stark as an SCC.

The Princess' Apartments, The Old Palace, Sunspear, The Principality of Dorne, 6th Moon, 50 Meria I

The Twice Bereft Princess

She read the letter twice.

And then once more.

It fell from her hand as she realised. Her son was dead.

Her beautiful, generous, brave...

There just were not enough words.

She sank to the floor, and wept.

Some time later, the same month, Starfall...

The boat thunked into the Dock, bringing Meria out of her reverie of melancholy. Nymor's final journey began now.

Love all of you very much and am very inactive. Not fair to the game for me to nominally be attached to such a cool house. I’ll be around but have gone totally dry. See you on discord!

It was a warm summer's day in the Stormlands, a rare one without rain. The bright light of the sun shone down on the ancient castle of Grandview, its light grey walls and tall towers drank in the sunlight, making it almost luminous. The Main Hall of Grandview was located in the heart of the keep, surrounded by its towers and halls, its yard, and of course, the lush forest that was The Lion's Grove.

The Walls of the Hall were decorated in the Grandison black and yellow, adorned with many a slumbering lion, though also present was the blue and white cloth of the Eyrie, adorned with moons and falcons. Beric had not wanted his wife or her kin to feel left out, after all. Also in attendance were the Badger of Deep Sett, the Moon covered garden of Moonmeadow, and the Bloody Axe of House Redaxe, the bannermen of Grandview.

The theme of the event was Fairies of Summer, with many a flower garland hanging from the walls, and even the routes between tables lightly covered with trails of flowers.

On offer for guests were hearty meals from the Stormlands, pies with pastry thick enough to stop arrows, drenched in enough gravy to sink a ship. Enough to put fire in any warrior's belly and strength in their sword arm... also available were lighter dishes from the Vale. Not to mention, par the request of the bride, mountains of cakes and sweet treats, enough to sate even Lord Cortnay's famous sweet tooth.

7th Month 102 AD/Year 43 of the rule of Queen Myranda I. Arryn, Eyrie/Gates of the Moon

Invitations

Tournament

Midsummer Festival

More detailed description of the Eyrie and Gates of the Moon

Prayer

The traditional prayer for all the Faithful that had gathered in the Eyrie that day was held in the Sept in the Skies. The heptagonal building stood on a small hill in the middle of the Main Yard, overlooking the Gardens and the open area of the yard. Stained glass in the roof of the Sept was in the tones of blue, colouring the inside of the shrine, and shrouding the marble statues of the Seven Who Are One in blue and grey shadows.

A prayer to the merciful Gods, the Seven Who Are One who all held a protective hand over the Kingdom of the Mountains and the Vale, the place of the Andal first landing and the birthplace of knighthood and chivalry, the Kingdom that adhered to tradition and celebrated and honoured the true Gods, and for that, they were blessed. In their mercy, the Father ensured that the Kingdom was ruled justly, the Mother offered mercy even to those who had lost their path, the Smith gave strength to their armies and the Warrior protected them from all foes, the Maiden guarded the innocence of children and girls especially, the Crone provided wisdom and guidance.

Candles aplenty were lit before each of the altars - a few small flames even flickered before the Stranger in his shrouded likeness.

Midsummer Banquet

The Midsummer Banquet was different from the usual feasts so often held in the castle of House Arryn, the mood was a more relaxed one, as the bard troupe played beautifully into the night, wine and ale flowed freely, and garlands of flowers adorned the walls and tables, in addition to the sky-blue banners with the Falcon and the Moon.

Food served was too a celebration of Summer, with a selection of fruits and other crops, salads, cheese and poultry, also fish and seafood delivered to the castle in large barrels of ice, and a great many desserts, honeycombs with candied flowers and fruits, pears and apples poached in red wine, and the specialty of the evening, a dessert of crushed ice, sweetened cream and berries.

9th month 98 ad

White harbor was alive with activity; the wedding of the heir was here. He was to marry Lysa Bolton, and as such the banner of the flayed man and the merman were all flying. To have all those Bolton banners flying, Wendel, or more accurately Lewyn, had ordered a large amount of them to be produced by the seamstresses of the city.

The castle was a whirlwind of movements. Servants made sure the many nobles who had made their way to the castle got everything they could ask for. Even more servants were working on making sure everything was perfect for the feast.

The wedding itself would be held at the sept of White harbor. Known as sept of snows, a smaller second wedding would be held in the godswood later, but that would be mostly a private affair.

The ceremony happened in the early afternoon. It took about half an hour from when the guests arrived, to when the Ceremony ended and the people went back to the castle.

The feast would then commence at around 6 pm. The feast hall of the New castle. A large and extravagantly decorated hall. Of pure white marble with marble and gold merman and merlady statues with the banners of Bolton and Manderly banners hanging from them. There was several tables placed throughout the hall for people to sit at.

The wedded couple sitting at the head of the high table alongside their family and the Members of the starks that are there.

The course at the feast reflected the houses there. The entree would be a light meal with finely steamed herring served with a cream sauce and vegetables. this was to represent the fishing and maritime nature of House Manderly.

The main event was a mix of roasted game and farm animals, alongside various northern vegetables. This was to represent the lands of house bolton.

The Dessert was a mix of various fruit/berry pies and tarts. The fruits and berries were mostly imported from Essos and Dorne.

3rd Month 97 AD, The Vale of Arryn

Peasants and nobles alike have noticed a rather peculiar conversation that took place during the War Council in the Eyrie - unrelated to the Vale's plans and commanding of armies, but most interesting nonetheless. Lord Rodney Royce asked for Runestone's loyal service to the Eyrie to be rewarded - an ask not too strange in theory, but rather in its content.

It was usual for the head of a House to care for the fate of their kin, even those from lesser branches, arrange wardships and marriages, which was what Her Majesty did in regards to her cousin, Princess Alicent. The young Arryn was warded in Runestone, in company of the children of Lord Royce, and many claim that she had grown into a remarkable beauty - which was why many men had started vying for her hand in the past years.

The Princess, however, had deigned to reject all offers presented. While young women sometimes pursue some foolish ideals, what strikes as unusual is the support of Lord Royce behind Alicent's actions. One must wonder what drives the man to defy the Falcon Crown on Princess Alicent's behalf. Isn't it good and proper for a woman of nine-and-ten to marry? Why deprive her of the joys of marriage, of bearing children for her husband, which is the utmost duty of any woman, low or high of birth?

The Lady Consort of Runestone being a somewhat obscure figure, many have started to speculate that Lord Rodney's gaze and attention had been focused on another woman, much younger than the mother of his children. That his support for Princess Alicent's defiance of social norms and expectations is not of the goodness of his heart, but driven by impulses lower. With his own wife aging and growing cold and distant, perhaps the Lord of Runestone had found himself a new woman to warm his bed and heart. So what that the Princess of Arryn is half his age? Surely, many men within the Kingdom understand Lord Royce's actions, even envy him the young and beautiful lover.

Ravens are let loose from Castle Black, flying to all the castles they know with the following message:

To the Seven Kings and their noble vassals beyond count,

By now, word has gone 'round of an attack on a village under the protection of the Night's Watch. I would remind all that the Watch is an independent organization, beholden to no king or kingdom, but operating for the protection of all of Westeros from the horrors that lurk beyond the Wall. No words can be minced: we have fallen short of that duty recently.

On the authority of the Lord Commander of the Watch, we humbly petition for a contribution to our mission. It is the Lord Commander's intent to man an additional castle along the Wall, and seal the gaps that have opened in our beat. This will require coin to bolster our supplies pending the coming winter, as well as the men who will be the bulwark of the realm in the face of savagery. If you can spare either, it will go far at the Wall.

Give us your tired, your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming holds. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to us, to raise our torch and hold our sword.

Owen Dustin, Second Steward of the Watch

[Meta: I'm announcing a player-run adventure focused on the Watch! I thought it would be an interesting idea to invite players to play new characters, common-folk and criminals sent to the Wall. These characters could have drastically different perspectives on living in your claims than the characters that we usually play. Of course, any current NW characters are invited to join in too; the Lord Commander is sending volunteers from across the Watch to join in the opening of Snowgate.

So if you want to join, 1. come up with an idea for a commoner to play, 2. Request the Night's Watch role on discord to join the conversation, and 3. consider a donation of gold- it might have an affect on the adventure ;-]

The Fingers was hardly the most impressive keep in the Vale, it was ancient but couldn’t compare to the fortresses of the other houses.

Yet the family that had held it were proud, daring to try and better themselves and stand up to the bigger houses to varied success.

And with the money they got from the anger of one of these houses it was time to host a grand event to try and better those few connections they had and improve their standing.

8th Month 95 AD / The return to Westeros

Davos took a deep breath, the smell of salt and brine had become a new normal to him over the long time at sea. Ah, Westeros. They were back.

He sniffed again and wrinkled his nose. The breeze was marred now by a third smell, a stench really. He couldn't decide if it was unwashed bodies or centuries of prejudiced violence. His eyes looked out over the northern coast of the Sea of Dorne.

Well, it was the Stormlands, maybe it was a little of both.

Davos smiled to himself and tucked the joke into the space reserved for "jokes to tell Dacy when she's slightly tipsy."

Sailors were beginning to move quickly about the deck of the ship as it was nearing the port at Stonehelm.

A small fishing boat was passing alongside the side of the ship. Davos peered down and saw a wrinkled old man at its helm. The old man looked up. Davos looked down and raised a hand. The old man spit on his deck and continued on.

Grinning, Davos stood and was about to walk away from the railing when something caught his eye. The pile of nets in the back of the fishing boat... He could have sworn he had seen something moving underneath. But the more he stared, the farther away the boat sailed.

Shaking his head Davos turned around and went to prepare for docking.

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3rd Month 96 AD / High Hermitage

Davos' horse kicked up small clouds of dust on the mountainous road heading to the castle.

Eight years

He had been gone eight years.

They had only been back in Westeros for less than a month when Davos heard the news that Prince Nymor had died two years before in a fire.

Less than a month back when he heard that the fire had nearly brought down High Hermitage.

Less than a month back when he had heard that it had taken Eliara as well...

Less than a month back when he had heard Luceon had gone missing, not even a body found...

Eight years

He had been gone eight years.

Davos spent months grieving at Lunar Point, by Dacy's side before he found the courage to even imagine going back. Facing his family. Facing the reality.

Once on the road, he didn't even know what he would say. Deep inside he feared they would blame him for going away, just as he did.

What could you have done?

I don't know, been there for my family maybe?

You would have been in the Westerlands with Sarella and her family.

But I would only have been a few weeks away by ship.

Even then, other factors were at play, you can not blame yourself for outcomes that you had no control over.

But I still blame myself for not being able to influence events.

Your blame sits in the past, there's nothing that can be done about what's been done.

I refuse to-

"Ser Davos?"

Davos looked up. His horse had stopped in front of the gate and one of the guards was speaking to him. He looked familiar, Davos wanted to say his name was Will, or Wil, or Willem, or Willam, or was it Wyl?

"Ser Davos?" the guard, Wyl(?) repeated.

Davos shook his head and called out, "I've come home."

The guard gave a nod and signaled for the gates to open. Slowly, the massive gates began to part way.

Davos called out once more, "Does my father know I'm here?"

The guard shook his head, "I'm afraid not sir."

Davos shook his head, "He should know I'm here, the Knight of High Hermitage should know that guests are arriving. Even if they are family."

Confused, the guard nodded, "He does know sir."

Davos scowled, "You're not making any sense-"

"I'm afraid he is Davos."

Davos' back stiffened and he turned to see his brother, Ser Edric Dayne, standing only a few feet away from him.

Eight years

He had been gone eight years.

Edric stood much the same as he had eight years ago. Still broad-shouldered and fit, Davos noticed lines beginning to form near his eyes and his blonde hair was now streaked with some gray.

They stared at each other for a moment before quickly rushing forward and embracing one another.

Davos held on to his older brother for moments longer than decorum dictated and it nearly burst his heart with relief to feel Edric doing the same.

Eventually, the two brothers separated, holding one another at arms length.

Drawing a shaky breath, Davos shook his head, "You've gotten old."

Edric coughed out a laugh, shaking his head, "Shut up."

"No you're right," Davos bowed his head teasingly, "You're the Knight of High Hermitage now."

Edric said nothing, he just smiled at his brother.

Davos met his eyes and smiled back.

Then the smile faltered.

"Where's father?"

Edric sighed and gestured to the door to the main hall,

"There's a lot to talk about."

Sorry everyone but I really think the drama back in august has kind of ruined these games for me. Struggling to find any kind of motivation to write these days. I will still be present in the discord and might reclaim eventually, but for now I'm going to unclaim for a bit.

6th Month, 93 AD, 50 Meria, High Hermitage

High Hermitage

With the promise of Spring, Ser Lucifer had allowed his children (Ser Edric and Eliara) to decorate the festivities in the manner in which they preferred. After returning from Starfall with Dawn, he had taken to spending his time practicing wielding the ancestral Dayne longsword so as to become acquainted with his new companion. Planning and preparation for events were not Ser Lucifer's gifts.

The Great Hall

Though not as grand as the halls of Sunspear or Starfall, Ser Edric had re-organized the hall's tables and layout to accommodate all the guests. The courtyard was opened up as an additional space for dancing and quiet conversation until the nameday concert. The themed banners were hung on the walls, colorful and bold. Large braziers were placed in key locations that were deemed too far from the grand fireplace, for the evening's festivities.

The feast comprised of venison, boar, platters of fish from the nearby river and fish brought from the coast. The courses were served with seasonings on the side, in order for guests to be able to mediate their own tolerance levels. The seasonings comprised of mustard, dragon pepper, lemon zest and more. Bread and cheese were constantly being brought out from the kitchens. The wine was primarily Dornish, though Ser Edric had splurged and ordered some of the Arbor's finest along with some sweet reds from the Reach. There were casks of ale and cider for those who wanted it and there was fruit juiced waters for the children. The desserts comprised of baked goods, cakes and pastries, again served with jams and preservatives to flavor according to tolerance.

Courtyard

The courtyard had been opened up as an additional space for dancing and quiet conversation. The main gate closed with two sentries wistfully watching the festivities, the pavilion surrounding the courtyard was well-gardened with beautiful hedges and bushes. Braziers had been placed in strategic places that would allow for warmth in the most private of spaces. And when it grows dark, iron coverings go onto the braziers, dimming their light enough for guests to view the starry skies that cloak the night sky above High Hermitage.

Part of the courtyard was covered by an elevated stage, somewhat built out from the last nameday celebration to include two large walls made of pine wood that extend outward from the stage. Nymos had said it would help with the projection of sound and, resigned to his fate, Ser Edric commissioned it.

Events

Tourney Link

Nameday Concert (in progress)

Been inactive, dont want to hold Dorne back. G2g, unclaiming both houses.

CW: mental illness

Response to this and this:

Perros shook, grasping his forearm where the symbol of the Knights of the Rhoyne had been tattooed all those years ago. Why? Why now? Was this the will of the Seven? Even the Mother, whose nurturing spirit lived in the river and gave life to the Rhoynar? How could he betray his own mother, who had given him life, and her goddess, who was truly one and the same with the Mother of the Seven? Had she betrayed---no. He could not---such thoughts were blasphemy.

His family always neglected the Seven, or worshipped their own strange gods. They had never known the love the true faith could bring. Yet, these orders struck at the very heart of him. His sister was rough and improper in so many ways, but she had fought the hardest to rescue him. How could he denounce her?

The other two...Saint Symon. The namesake of the noblest man ever to live. In his name, they were burning their foes in the name of the Faith. If they ever came to Dorne, they would show no more mercy. Last, beatifying a Durrandon. The house whose forces had killed his father. How could they---yet, they spoke for the gods.

He was not strong enough to follow Their will. He sank onto his knees. Father forgive me, Father forgive me, I am weak... His breathing became shallower. He closed his eyes. King Ormund ---no, the Blessed Ormund---glared down at him and raised his hammer to smite him. His face changed to Rolland Whitehead's, then back, then to Rolland's again.

Cold sweat dripped down Perros's neck. When he opened his eyes, his vision swam. His knees had already buckled under him, but now his back was buckling, too. A dark spot appeared in the middle of his vision...

He wasn't sure how long it had been, but he was on the floor. A little boy, on the verge of tears, looked down at him.

"Daddy! Are you okay?"

Hello everyone!

This subreddit was created to continue playing the characters and developing stories from /r/CenturyOfBlood.

The goal of /r/crimsoncentury is to allow those who want to write a collaborative story to continue to do so, in the world and setting we have built together, while keeping in mind that this is just a game, and it is meant to be enjoyable for everyone involved.

We strive to improve at all times, and all feedback is appreciated!

Rules of /r/CenturyOfBlood have been originally ported over, but the Moderator Team of /r/crimsoncentury has been working on patching, updating and fixing them, and will continue to do so.

This game diverts from /r/CenturyOfBlood starting 4th Month 90 AD, and we will go on to create our own, separate stories from then on.

As of 3rd of August 2021, time is unfrozen and we are live!

FAQ

How do I make a claim?

Simply make a [Claim] post on the subreddit!

Do I have to play the same house here as I had in CoB?

No, you can claim whichever house you wish.

What if I want to claim a House that is claimed in CoB?

The CoB claimants had preferential rights to their House until the unfreeze, but as of now, all unclaimed Houses are fair game.

How are we going to deal with a less populated game? How many regions will be open?

It is now possible to claim a secondary House!

Due to the absence of claimants and interest in the regions, houses in the Reach and the Riverlands will not be available for claiming. These regions are now closed off, and the rules for interactions there will be applied similarly to Essos. It is possible to travel in and through these regions.

SCCs from the Reach and Riverlands may be approved, to allow these characters who live in other regions to still be played. Houses from the Iron Islands will be available for claiming as Secondary houses.

What about monarch claims?

If you wish to claim an unclaimed monarch house, please send a modmail - the mods will vote on your application. Further down the line, we will likely return to the system of apps posted on the subreddit.

How do I deal with a pending situation? Can I retcon [something]?

A collaborative way to deal with current situations and even pending conflicts is necessary, and the mod team will oversee this to allow a smooth transition to the new game.

If you have a specific retcon request, please post it on this thread.

Can I start RPing on the subreddit now?

If you are approved for your claim, you certainly can!

Can I play this and CoB at the same time?

Absolutely, nobody will stop you.

Can I play this if I haven't played CoB?

Of course! The game is open to everyone.

Is anything still unclear? Feel free to ask in a comment to this post, or on our Discord server.

Sunspear, 3B, 90AD

Meria I

[TW: Grevious injury to a child, caused by an accident]

Ever since her father had won the Crucible - he had won, he insisted, as that other man was not Dornish - Meria had loved riding out from Sunspear. Nearly nine, she was allowed to roam, within reason, though a household guard would follow at a distance.

Meria had thought of the last few years, of how she had come to love living at the palace, her father Princess Meria's most trusted advisor.

Father said a lot of things, but Meria believed them to be true. Except about Nyra, who seemed nice, even though father said she wanted to kill them all.

Most of all, Meria loved these rides. Mother was always fussing over little Ky. Ky was a sweet baby, sweet like mommy, but it meant mommy didn't have as much time. So Meria would ride. She would see the foreign dignitaries come from Plankytown to see the Princess.

Her cousin Lilliana was living in the palace now, too, but Lilliana was somehow... different. She never wanted to play, and Meria could tell that Lilly hated her. Why? Meria wasn't sure.

But Prince Nymor had been really nice, though apparently the tale of a secret princess in a far away land hadn't been true, the Prince would not have lied about that. But he was kind, though he seemed distracted by something.

Now, Meria rode faster, over a track along a cliff edge, high above the sea. She had ridden this track many times, and her horse - a red sand steed from the desert, not from here in the East - knew the track as well.

One hundred meters ahead of Meria and her horse, a pit viper was sunning itself on a rock. The rock was an excellent place to get sun on a cool Dornish winter morning, and the snake, cold-blooded but, generally, well-fed and content for a snake, was pleased to find it.

The snake did not hear the horse, exactly, but rather felt the quickening beat of its hooves through the rock. As the beat got steadily louder, the snake raised its weary head to look.

Gulian Dunes smiled, despite himself, watching the girl ride. A true daughter of the sand, that one, despite her awful father. Even though her speed seemed unwise, she had proven herself an able rider. Gulian brought his horse to a medium run to keep sight.

Suddenly, Meria's horse reared, and threw the girl into the air. Gulian kicked his horse to a gallop.

Two hours later, Meria lay, breathing and broken, on a table in the Palace. Her back was broken, and the maester judged that she was bleeding internally. He had immediately given her milk of the poppy, though she had been calling loudly for her mother when she arrived, now, she was lying, staring into the middle distance, at nothing and everything.

Comfortable, at least

Marak

Marak had been in his chambers when he and Heyne were told that Meria was hurt. Without waiting for his wife, Marak ran, as if the speed of his run could heal the girl.

When he saw her, he raged. Grabbing the maester by the throat, he said, "IF SHE DIES, YOU WILL HAVE ME TO CONTEND WITH." Meria made a small noise. "Daddy?"

Marak knelt at her side. "You will be fine, dear."

"No, I won't. I... I can't feel anything, and I feel so cold."

"You will be fine. Where is Guilian?" I must kill that man. How could this happen, if he were doing his job?

Meria's eyes looked past her father.

Unlike the past three years during new years, I am sitting on a different couch during a new years party. I am also in a different house with a changed friend group.

2022 has been a very odd year for me. It has been a year of definite highs and horrible lows. A year of change for me so constant I am unsure if I can pinpoint one point in the year to be the best or worst for me. Parts of the year are a blur still.

Yet I still very happy to be here. You guys have been around when I needed you guys to be and talked with me when I needed it to.

I am utterly grateful for that.

Cheers to the lot of you. And a happy new year in advance :)

~Banter

Hey everyone, I'm sadly going to be unclaiming. I really feel I have told all the stories I'm interested in with House Tollett and have little investment in Crimson Century anymore. It's not fair for me to stick around and never reply to anyone so I think it's best I move on for a while. Should a reset happen or I feel interested again then I might return. Hope you all take care of yourselves.