Luthor Tyrell
The Rainbow Lord
It was with some trepidation that Luthor Tyrell separated himself from the rest of the Reach delegation. Ser Grimm looked equal parts relieved and forlorn, his apparent duties in guarding the newest head of the Tyrell family a burden and a challenge, the former...
Luthor Tyrell
Reunited
Between the consistent ramble of the guest hall, Luthor Tyrell found him not wanting when it came to a distraction. Daemon Yelshire pried at his ear with insistent rumors and the most obtuse flattery one could receive. Ser Steffon Grimm remained still, adding only a few...
Luthor Tyrell
Rags to Riches
Mummer’s Mercy shook with the impact of the tides, salty brine washing over onto its surface and spraying the passengers and crewmen alike who were intrepid enough to stand on the deck. The sea was dark and the skies above were a mix of grey clouds and a persistent...
General Information
Name:
Luthor Tyrell
Sex:
Male
Age:
52 — Born in the Great Summer of 248
Marital Status:
Single — Never married
Moniker:
Lord of Highgarden
Lord Paramount of the Reach
Difficult: hard to deal with, manage, or overcome
This word has been used to summarize...
Name: Yenn "Monsoon" Abras
Age: 43
Bounty: 5,500,000
Height: 6'3"
Background: Like many, Yenn was born into a modest life. His father, a sailor, spent many days in the Grandline between islands. A simple deck-hand on not-so-important ships that would carry insignificant goods. A prosperous...
Cap’n Manderly
Winterfell
Manderly’s eyes were reduced to narrow lines as they focused on the intrepid Tully. Having retaken her own flagon with sugary words, the Captain found himself stunned. Otto Tully’s little guppy dared to cross him? He was certain she’d fly off from the table once it...
Lucas Strickland
‘The Silverspear’
As Osman Mudd quieted himself and Vortimer took control of the table once more, Lucas hid his grin behind his chalice, waiting for the man to break for air or food. A follow-up remark was on his tongue, another pointed jest over the wine, only this time...
“I wonder what Walt feeds that king of his, or Velaryon? I be bettin’ me own Pearl that they thar don’t crack their lips on thar meals.”
Captain Manderly
Once the words left his mouth, Gregor’s hands went to his plate. The bread appeared stale and hard, despite the heat...
“Tis Time to Tell those thar Bells to Ring,”
- Gregor Manderly
From the funeral on the White Knife - a truly remarkable occasion - to the road back to Winterfell, Gregor found himself stone walled repeatedly in every attempt to suggest his proposed proposal to the King Without a Home...
Lady Ynys Yronwood
Hinterlands of the Reach
The Reach had an odd appeal.
Though Ynys had been to many lands, as far North as the Twins and even a guest in the Eyrie once, to as far East as the city of Qarth, stopping at nearly every city in between. Through her many exotic journeys, of which...
Naemidon Blackfyre
Bewildered
“Your grace..”
The Black dragon blinked upon the sudden noise, the soft press of a body on his causing the numbness of sleep to fully fade as two violet eyes stared up from the couch he lay upon. A servant girl, barely old enough to wed, kneeled in front of him...