Post by King Artys V Arryn on Dec 6, 2015 12:34:08 GMT
Name: King Artys V Arryn
Status: 4d
Role: King f the Mountains and the Vale
Age: 58
Attributes and Specialties:
Agility:6 (5b Quickness)
Animal Handling:5 (1b Train)
Athletics:6 (5d Strength)
Awareness:3 (-1d)
Cunning:2 (1b Memory)
Deception:1
Endurance:6
Fighting:7 (3d Long Blades)
Healing:1 (-1d)
Knowledge:3
Persuasion:4
Status:4
Stealth:1
Survival:2
Warfare:6 (5b Command)
Will:4
120 for Admin Ability
Benefits and Drawbacks:
Honor-Bound: Reroll 6s on all Deception tests
Insensitive: -1d on all Healing tests
Naïve: Reroll 6s in all Deception tests; Opponents in Intrigues may add Cunning rank to all Deception test results
Furious: All intrigues must begin with Intimidate test; -2d on all tests involving Seduce
Forgetful: Reroll 6s on all Cunning tests
Nemesis: [Ser Lyonel "The Exile" Arryn]
Haunted: -1d on all Awareness tests; In the first round of Combat add Memory bonus dice to the Fighting test result
Animal Cohort (Giant Eagle): +1d on all Fighting tests when Animal is present
Armor Mastery: +1 to Armor Rating; -1 to Armor Penalty^
--Improved Armor Mastery: +2 to Armor Rating; -2 to Armor Penalty^
Beast friend: +1D on Animal Handling tests to Charm or Train
Fast: +3 to all Quickness test results
Head of House: +2 to all Status test results
Inspiring: Reroll any Warfare test and take the better result in each round of a Skirmish or Battle Requires Warfare 4D
Leader of Men: Reorganize one disorganized unit or rally one routed unit in each round of a Skirmish or Battle
Talented Fighter: +2 to all test results involving this ability
Weapon Mastery: +1 to this Weapon's base Damage^
--Improved Weapon Mastery: +2 to this Weapon's base Damage^
Long Blade Fighter I: +2 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to gain a free degree of success*
Long Blade Fighter II: +3 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to move the target in a chosen direction on a successful hit*
Long Blade Fighter III: +5 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to automatically give the Maimed Quality on a successful hit*
Destiny Points:
Derived Statistics:
Intrigue Defense: 9
Composure: 12
Combat Defense: 15
Health: 18
Equipment:
Full Plate
Greatsword
Background:
They say a sibling is the first friend you’ll ever have, and that he’ll stick with you through ups and downs; most times that is true, or at least true for a while. Growing up brings change to people, some for the best others for the worst. It’s usually not their fault, fact is, with time, the rose that tints a child’s vision start to drip from their corneas, and they start seeing the world in it’s true form: Preference, privilege, disparity, when you’re on the low end of that spectrum, you tend to grow resentful of everything your older brother has before him and you won’t. Artys and Lyonel were not simply brothers, they were hand and glove, flesh and bone; one was there for the other, especially Artys who made his youth’s mission to keep his younger brother, who was always getting in trouble, from harm. In that aspect, they were complete opposites: the eldest was a little paragon of virtue, obedient and centered, the youngest, a little pest, constantly breaking their mother’s foreign vases and getting into fights with the servant’s children.
But in time, distance started to overtake their relationship. At the age of 12 and 10, the brothers were sent away to be fostered under separate roofs, Artys to the Redfort and Lyonel to Ironoaks, it was just the whole Vale that stood impassively between them. Living with the Redforts, the heir of House Arryn met the love of his life, the fair, red haired, Ysilla. When the siblings met again, six years later, everything had changed; both were happily married to the daughters of their Guardians, but the camaraderie that Artys had once seen in his brother eyes had now turned into some grim, malformed, anger powered by envy. Something inside him was sure that Arabella Waynwood, his brother’s new wife, was to blame, that treacherous snake looking woman must have played his mind like a fiddle.
The following years, both living in the Eyrie with their respective families, were marked by a constant tension whenever they walked into the same room. To complete the heavy aura de folded around the castle, his father’s mind started to give in, once a powerful and honorable man, King Terrence started to become a frail shell of his former self. While Artys was clearly taken aghast by the saddening figure of his father shitting himself every night, or having to be spoonfed porridge by Lady Marianne, Lyonel didn’t show the same feeling, he would never help care of his father, he’d only pass by sneering with disgust. It was common to see Artys and Ysilla toiling to carry King Terrence around the castle, while Lyonel, Arabella and their kid would only stare, not taking a break from their afternoon coffee.
King Terrence’s death was unexpected, the Maester had told them he was frail, but would still last some years at least; yet, it came all of a sudden. Whispering around the court soon started with claims that Artys had brought his father’s downfall, gradually poisioning his food everynight in order to finally inherit Kingship over the Vale, something he had been for a long while in everything but name. The tides were strange in the Eyrie during the months to come, Artys had been crowned without party or pomp; while most of the court was still at his side, knowing by heart he wouldn’t have murdered his father, a worrying number of courtiers started sneering at him. The castle was divided, something big was about to explode.
The Cataclysm was the catalyst, the straw that broke the camel’s back. When Artys started to give signs of favoring the power of the Children of the Forest and the Old Gods, something that had been brewing since his fostering with the Redforts, his brother commanded the final blow. Everything happenned at once, not only their Uncle Robar, the Steward of The Eyrie, had gone missing; a coup was staged,in the dark of the night. Lyonel and his supporters imprisoned Artys and his family. A Civil War erupted in the Eyrie, many were killed that night, trying to protect their sovereign lord, but Lyonel had most of the Garrison under his pay... That had not been a sudden decision, it surely must have been planned for a long while. Unlike his elder brother, Lyonel was a proud and cruel man, he wanted to make show out of it all; he commanded his brother and his supporters to be brought to the Moondoor, Artys would have to watch his friends be cowardly murdered for no reason… It was all his fault. But what truly broke him was when Lyonel called for Ysilla to be brought forward…. No, that monster couldn’t do that. He tried to get up, getting beaten by his captors; he called for a Trial by Combat with all the air on his lungs, begging his brother to stop this madness. Lyonel knew how good was his brother with a sword, but he cared more for his image than anything else; to refuse it before his own supporters would be preposterous.
While Lyonel fought with a real blade, Artys was only given a blunt training weapon. It was a tough ordeal, Lyonel had trained a lot since they last sparred, he was not that boy Artys had known a while ago; plus, Artys could feel that each strike his brother gave, was beinng fueled by an anger long held back. But he would not lose, he had the burden of those lives killed needlessly this afternoon, he had his family’s lives on his hand. When Lyonel started giving signs of tiring, the true king made his push, each strike driving his brother towards the moondoor. A hit on the back of his hand, and Lyonel's sword went fying across the hall, it was all done now, Lyone stood at the edge of the Fall; Artys could only think of kicking his brother on the chest and sending him flying down the valley… A cry broke the silence that held the room still: “Artys, NO!” Ysilla had told him. It was all that was needed to bring the King back to his senses, he couldn’t kill his brother; he hated him, but he had loved him once, the blade simply wouldn’t move. “Out!” He roared, his blunt blade aimed to his brother’s neck. “I won’t be o merciful if I see you in the Vale again.” In a strange, miraculously timing, the Hall’s door burst open… The Knight’s of the Bloody Gates, the finest and most loyal soldiers of the Vale, erupted into the room; someone had managed to send down a raven when Lyonel’s men started attacking. Lyonel and his family were escorted to a ship leaving Gulltown to the East, Artys himself took charge of beheading rest of the traitors.
In time, things normalized in the Eyrie; but Artys was changed forever, he had many memories to carry, having lost not only many friends, but a brother and a nephew, even though they were both little pieces of shit. In the King’s Golden Jubilee, something even more unexpected than his father’s death happened; his uncle, with a long hair and beard, clad in a dirty robe, came calling. Apparently, after the Cataclysm, he had been amazed by the power of the Children and left to learn more about them, for the last four years he had been at the Wall. On his way back, passing through Moat Cailin, King Reed had given him a proposal to present to Artys: a Dual Monarchy of the North, claiming that together they could be stronger than apart. The King gave a long thought about it, but in the end, decided that sacrificing a little part of their autonomy would be worth making a friend as such was the North. His Uncle brought a little joy back to the Court, the kids all liked him, servant and noble, he wouldn't descriminate; even Artys retrieved some of his confidence, naming the old geezer his Hand, he knew Robar was someone that would never deceive him.
Uncle surely had something in his sleeve, for he spent many days locked in his chambers searching for records of ages past, trancing coordinates in maps and, oftenly, imitating bird sounds. One early morning he stormed out of his room, smiling like a mandman and calling for Artys, apparently he had made a discovery for he kept repeating "They were right!". He dragged his nephew, still in his sleepclothes, to one of the most isolated Sky Cells and told him to repeat the following screeches... Had Robar really woken him for this shit? The old man insisted over and over again, blabbering random phrases like "It's in our blood", "Just like the kings of old" & "It will come when you call". Finally giving in to his Uncle's plight, Artys CA-CAAWed into the abyss, sounding strangely natural to him... After a couple minutes a shillouette appeared on the horizon: a bird alright, but starngely, it got bigged and bigger as it approache... OLDFUCKINGGODSDAMMIT! It's mighty talons scraped against the limestone as the Eagle landed on the Sky Cell. His first flights were a bit messy, his Uncle appeared to have better control over the raptor than him; but with practice, he learned how to handle Alys, as he started calling the bird (in honor of Alyssa Arryn, the famous member of his family), with more dexterity. In time Artys some kind of bond the beast, there was true camaraderie between them; one that made him remember of good times long past, when he had someone to share his troubles, to stand with against insufferable odds… Someone he would never have back at his side.
Genealogy:
{King Terrence III Arryn, King of the Mountains and the Vale}, Age (of Death): 63
+his wife, Lady Marianne Arryn, the Queen Dowager, nee. Royce, Age: 78
---their first son, King Artys V Arryn, King of the Mountains and the Vale, Age: 58
+++his wife, Queen Ysilla Arryn, nee. Redfort, Age: 54
----their son and heir,Eddard Arryn, Age: 35
++++his wife, Agnes Arryn, nee. Belmore, Age: 30
-----their only son, Yohn Arryn, Age: 15
----their daughter, Trysha Hunter, nee. Arryn, Age: 26
++++her husband, Garret Hunter, Age: 32
----his pet, Alys, the Giant Eagle, Age: ?
---their second son, Ser Lyonel "The Exile" Arryn, Age: 56
+++his wife, Arabella Waynwood, Age: 46
----their son, Ser Boris Arryn, Age: 30
-his brother, Robar Arryn, Age 80
Status: 4d
Role: King f the Mountains and the Vale
Age: 58
Attributes and Specialties:
Agility:6 (5b Quickness)
Animal Handling:5 (1b Train)
Athletics:6 (5d Strength)
Awareness:3 (-1d)
Cunning:2 (1b Memory)
Deception:1
Endurance:6
Fighting:7 (3d Long Blades)
Healing:1 (-1d)
Knowledge:3
Persuasion:4
Status:4
Stealth:1
Survival:2
Warfare:6 (5b Command)
Will:4
120 for Admin Ability
Benefits and Drawbacks:
Honor-Bound: Reroll 6s on all Deception tests
Insensitive: -1d on all Healing tests
Naïve: Reroll 6s in all Deception tests; Opponents in Intrigues may add Cunning rank to all Deception test results
Furious: All intrigues must begin with Intimidate test; -2d on all tests involving Seduce
Forgetful: Reroll 6s on all Cunning tests
Nemesis: [Ser Lyonel "The Exile" Arryn]
Haunted: -1d on all Awareness tests; In the first round of Combat add Memory bonus dice to the Fighting test result
Animal Cohort (Giant Eagle): +1d on all Fighting tests when Animal is present
Armor Mastery: +1 to Armor Rating; -1 to Armor Penalty^
--Improved Armor Mastery: +2 to Armor Rating; -2 to Armor Penalty^
Beast friend: +1D on Animal Handling tests to Charm or Train
Fast: +3 to all Quickness test results
Head of House: +2 to all Status test results
Inspiring: Reroll any Warfare test and take the better result in each round of a Skirmish or Battle Requires Warfare 4D
Leader of Men: Reorganize one disorganized unit or rally one routed unit in each round of a Skirmish or Battle
Talented Fighter: +2 to all test results involving this ability
Weapon Mastery: +1 to this Weapon's base Damage^
--Improved Weapon Mastery: +2 to this Weapon's base Damage^
Long Blade Fighter I: +2 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to gain a free degree of success*
Long Blade Fighter II: +3 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to move the target in a chosen direction on a successful hit*
Long Blade Fighter III: +5 to Fighting test results against opponents without Shields; Sacrifice all bonus dice to automatically give the Maimed Quality on a successful hit*
Destiny Points:
Derived Statistics:
Intrigue Defense: 9
Composure: 12
Combat Defense: 15
Health: 18
Equipment:
Full Plate
Greatsword
Background:
They say a sibling is the first friend you’ll ever have, and that he’ll stick with you through ups and downs; most times that is true, or at least true for a while. Growing up brings change to people, some for the best others for the worst. It’s usually not their fault, fact is, with time, the rose that tints a child’s vision start to drip from their corneas, and they start seeing the world in it’s true form: Preference, privilege, disparity, when you’re on the low end of that spectrum, you tend to grow resentful of everything your older brother has before him and you won’t. Artys and Lyonel were not simply brothers, they were hand and glove, flesh and bone; one was there for the other, especially Artys who made his youth’s mission to keep his younger brother, who was always getting in trouble, from harm. In that aspect, they were complete opposites: the eldest was a little paragon of virtue, obedient and centered, the youngest, a little pest, constantly breaking their mother’s foreign vases and getting into fights with the servant’s children.
But in time, distance started to overtake their relationship. At the age of 12 and 10, the brothers were sent away to be fostered under separate roofs, Artys to the Redfort and Lyonel to Ironoaks, it was just the whole Vale that stood impassively between them. Living with the Redforts, the heir of House Arryn met the love of his life, the fair, red haired, Ysilla. When the siblings met again, six years later, everything had changed; both were happily married to the daughters of their Guardians, but the camaraderie that Artys had once seen in his brother eyes had now turned into some grim, malformed, anger powered by envy. Something inside him was sure that Arabella Waynwood, his brother’s new wife, was to blame, that treacherous snake looking woman must have played his mind like a fiddle.
The following years, both living in the Eyrie with their respective families, were marked by a constant tension whenever they walked into the same room. To complete the heavy aura de folded around the castle, his father’s mind started to give in, once a powerful and honorable man, King Terrence started to become a frail shell of his former self. While Artys was clearly taken aghast by the saddening figure of his father shitting himself every night, or having to be spoonfed porridge by Lady Marianne, Lyonel didn’t show the same feeling, he would never help care of his father, he’d only pass by sneering with disgust. It was common to see Artys and Ysilla toiling to carry King Terrence around the castle, while Lyonel, Arabella and their kid would only stare, not taking a break from their afternoon coffee.
King Terrence’s death was unexpected, the Maester had told them he was frail, but would still last some years at least; yet, it came all of a sudden. Whispering around the court soon started with claims that Artys had brought his father’s downfall, gradually poisioning his food everynight in order to finally inherit Kingship over the Vale, something he had been for a long while in everything but name. The tides were strange in the Eyrie during the months to come, Artys had been crowned without party or pomp; while most of the court was still at his side, knowing by heart he wouldn’t have murdered his father, a worrying number of courtiers started sneering at him. The castle was divided, something big was about to explode.
The Cataclysm was the catalyst, the straw that broke the camel’s back. When Artys started to give signs of favoring the power of the Children of the Forest and the Old Gods, something that had been brewing since his fostering with the Redforts, his brother commanded the final blow. Everything happenned at once, not only their Uncle Robar, the Steward of The Eyrie, had gone missing; a coup was staged,in the dark of the night. Lyonel and his supporters imprisoned Artys and his family. A Civil War erupted in the Eyrie, many were killed that night, trying to protect their sovereign lord, but Lyonel had most of the Garrison under his pay... That had not been a sudden decision, it surely must have been planned for a long while. Unlike his elder brother, Lyonel was a proud and cruel man, he wanted to make show out of it all; he commanded his brother and his supporters to be brought to the Moondoor, Artys would have to watch his friends be cowardly murdered for no reason… It was all his fault. But what truly broke him was when Lyonel called for Ysilla to be brought forward…. No, that monster couldn’t do that. He tried to get up, getting beaten by his captors; he called for a Trial by Combat with all the air on his lungs, begging his brother to stop this madness. Lyonel knew how good was his brother with a sword, but he cared more for his image than anything else; to refuse it before his own supporters would be preposterous.
While Lyonel fought with a real blade, Artys was only given a blunt training weapon. It was a tough ordeal, Lyonel had trained a lot since they last sparred, he was not that boy Artys had known a while ago; plus, Artys could feel that each strike his brother gave, was beinng fueled by an anger long held back. But he would not lose, he had the burden of those lives killed needlessly this afternoon, he had his family’s lives on his hand. When Lyonel started giving signs of tiring, the true king made his push, each strike driving his brother towards the moondoor. A hit on the back of his hand, and Lyonel's sword went fying across the hall, it was all done now, Lyone stood at the edge of the Fall; Artys could only think of kicking his brother on the chest and sending him flying down the valley… A cry broke the silence that held the room still: “Artys, NO!” Ysilla had told him. It was all that was needed to bring the King back to his senses, he couldn’t kill his brother; he hated him, but he had loved him once, the blade simply wouldn’t move. “Out!” He roared, his blunt blade aimed to his brother’s neck. “I won’t be o merciful if I see you in the Vale again.” In a strange, miraculously timing, the Hall’s door burst open… The Knight’s of the Bloody Gates, the finest and most loyal soldiers of the Vale, erupted into the room; someone had managed to send down a raven when Lyonel’s men started attacking. Lyonel and his family were escorted to a ship leaving Gulltown to the East, Artys himself took charge of beheading rest of the traitors.
In time, things normalized in the Eyrie; but Artys was changed forever, he had many memories to carry, having lost not only many friends, but a brother and a nephew, even though they were both little pieces of shit. In the King’s Golden Jubilee, something even more unexpected than his father’s death happened; his uncle, with a long hair and beard, clad in a dirty robe, came calling. Apparently, after the Cataclysm, he had been amazed by the power of the Children and left to learn more about them, for the last four years he had been at the Wall. On his way back, passing through Moat Cailin, King Reed had given him a proposal to present to Artys: a Dual Monarchy of the North, claiming that together they could be stronger than apart. The King gave a long thought about it, but in the end, decided that sacrificing a little part of their autonomy would be worth making a friend as such was the North. His Uncle brought a little joy back to the Court, the kids all liked him, servant and noble, he wouldn't descriminate; even Artys retrieved some of his confidence, naming the old geezer his Hand, he knew Robar was someone that would never deceive him.
Uncle surely had something in his sleeve, for he spent many days locked in his chambers searching for records of ages past, trancing coordinates in maps and, oftenly, imitating bird sounds. One early morning he stormed out of his room, smiling like a mandman and calling for Artys, apparently he had made a discovery for he kept repeating "They were right!". He dragged his nephew, still in his sleepclothes, to one of the most isolated Sky Cells and told him to repeat the following screeches... Had Robar really woken him for this shit? The old man insisted over and over again, blabbering random phrases like "It's in our blood", "Just like the kings of old" & "It will come when you call". Finally giving in to his Uncle's plight, Artys CA-CAAWed into the abyss, sounding strangely natural to him... After a couple minutes a shillouette appeared on the horizon: a bird alright, but starngely, it got bigged and bigger as it approache... OLDFUCKINGGODSDAMMIT! It's mighty talons scraped against the limestone as the Eagle landed on the Sky Cell. His first flights were a bit messy, his Uncle appeared to have better control over the raptor than him; but with practice, he learned how to handle Alys, as he started calling the bird (in honor of Alyssa Arryn, the famous member of his family), with more dexterity. In time Artys some kind of bond the beast, there was true camaraderie between them; one that made him remember of good times long past, when he had someone to share his troubles, to stand with against insufferable odds… Someone he would never have back at his side.
Genealogy:
{King Terrence III Arryn, King of the Mountains and the Vale}, Age (of Death): 63
+his wife, Lady Marianne Arryn, the Queen Dowager, nee. Royce, Age: 78
---their first son, King Artys V Arryn, King of the Mountains and the Vale, Age: 58
+++his wife, Queen Ysilla Arryn, nee. Redfort, Age: 54
----their son and heir,Eddard Arryn, Age: 35
++++his wife, Agnes Arryn, nee. Belmore, Age: 30
-----their only son, Yohn Arryn, Age: 15
----their daughter, Trysha Hunter, nee. Arryn, Age: 26
++++her husband, Garret Hunter, Age: 32
----his pet, Alys, the Giant Eagle, Age: ?
---their second son, Ser Lyonel "The Exile" Arryn, Age: 56
+++his wife, Arabella Waynwood, Age: 46
----their son, Ser Boris Arryn, Age: 30
-his brother, Robar Arryn, Age 80
