Latest Shouts In The Shoutbox -- View The Shoutbox · Rules -  


  Reply to this topicStart new topicStart Poll

» QUITE A DISAPPOINTING RAIDER, tag LITTLE RODRIK
BETHANY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Sep 10 2015, 06:27 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
15
years old
Bethy is a spoiled little nightmare with a sweet smile. She knows how to play people to her advantage, and will stop at nothing to get her way. ENJOY!
from raventree hall
played by: echew


Even in the Riverlands, the mountains were riddled with bandits. It was a ride her brothers were unwilling to chance. In the mountains there were too many places to hide, too many narrow paths that would help one evade justice. So, when they left Lannisport, their ship sailed up through Ironman's Bay, to Seagard. It was an uneasy trip, to say the least. Everyone knew it was risky to sail through those waters. There was as much a chance that your ship would be overtaken by raiders as there was that you would reach your destination in one piece. They'd hidden the banners of house Blackwood, and paid for voyage on an unremarkable vessel that served as transport to knights and commoners. What raiders would pay it mind?

Still, it wasn't until she saw banners of house Mallister that Beth found herself breathing easily. They would spend a day at Seagard before heading south, to their home. As close as they lived to the Mallister's, she'd been to their home before. There was the occasional celebration hosted, and she'd gone to some of the more recent ones. Lord Mallister's heir, Nathaniel, had always gotten along well enough with Lucas. But from what she knew the boy was fairly well mannered and dull, even if he was nice to look at. Truth be told, the day at Seagard couldn't pass quickly enough for her tastes. It would be a day of boredom followed by just over a day on horseback! What a thrill it would be! There was nothing quite like ending a day saddlesore.

After their evening meal, Beth made her way out to the docks for a breath of fresh air. This would be the last she'd see of the sea for some time. She'd return to Raventree Hall, which was tragically landlocked. There was something about the sea that was thrilling - what lay beyond it? She heard that nobody had explored the lands to the west. How far would you have to go to find the Dothraki Sea? Was there a land between there and here? The sea always seemed to wild and unknown. It could be calm and beautiful or terrifying beyond words. At sea, one could hide in plain sight. It was unlike anything else in the world!

Belly full, and head swimming from the extra glass of wine she'd snuck when Hoster had his back turned, Beth made her way to the docks. The ship that brought her an her brothers into port had already left. It vanished nearly as soon as it had arrived. Beth made her way along the edge of the water as the sun faded into the horizon. It was when she reached one of the larger docks that she froze. Sitting there was a massive vessel named Iron Words. Whipping in the light evening breeze was a banner of black and gold - a Greyjoy banner. Her first thought was that this was a raid. Why else could they be here? Lord Mallister was known for his hate of the Ironborn. What reason could there possibly be for them to be here?! From the land she could hear nothing. There were no men milling about the deck, and seemingly no life on the vessel. Curiosity getting the better of her, Beth drew closer.

As she stepped onto the dock, she could hear faint voices in the belly of the ship - laughter as some men seemed to be playing a game. She knew the stories - how a noble woman had been taken by Ironborn men. It was a tale of caution in these parts. Noble men told their daughters of it to warn them against lingering alone too close to the water. But then again, most fathers liked to ignore the fact that the noble woman was now Lady of Harlaw. Anyway, if this was a raid, she'd have heard by now. Anyway, was a Greyjoy fool enough to take a keep? Didn't the ironborn just stick to the fishing villages?

[ dress ]


PMEmail Poster
^
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Sep 13 2015, 06:54 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
20
years old
The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
from Pyke
played by: Chloe


Rodrik had been right when he had thought that his father coming back the Iron Islands was going to be a disaster. There had been quite a few times when he had thought about just taking his ship and going to his Uncle and staying there. Big Rodrik had told him that he could hide out whenever he wanted but he had been reluctant to take him up on his offer only because he didn’t want to leave Marlon and Balon alone with Theon. Marlon and Balon were what they were and as much as Rodrik wanted to he couldn’t change them. No one knew what kind of man Theon was going to grow into, but if we was left alone with those other two Rodrik was sure that they would poison his youngest brother and twist him into something Rodrik didn’t want him to be. Besides, he didn’t trust Balon and he didn’t want to be too far from him in case he decided to do something stupid.

All of his reasons for staying on Pyke were good. He knew that. It was place. But the more time he spent around his father the more he started having a hard time remembering why he made this choice. It seemed like even though his father had been gone since he was five he knew enough about him to be able just get under his skin and irritate him. Than like he found a loose thread in a carpet he started pulling at it and pulling at it until the whole thing unraveled, or in the case of Rodrik he snapped and threw a goblet at his father and told him to never speak to him again. He knew that his father wouldn’t listen. He never did but Rodrik had not been in the mood to be belittled for every choice he had ever made.

Salt wives had been the topic of the latest fight. Even though Rodrik’s mother had outlawed salt wives for Balon in the early days of their marriage it was a tradition he apparently still valued and was disappointed that Rodrik hadn’t had any. According to Balon at Rodrik’s age he should have a rock wife, salt wives and a few Greyjoys as well as Pykes running around. When Rodrik had told him that he never wanted a salt wife and he would handle his own marriage Balon and gone so far as to imply that Rodrik had become a eunuch while Balone was gone. That had been the final straw and the only thing that stopped Rodrik from trying to break his father’s nose was Asha’s grabbing his arm and pulling it back. It was decided that Rodrik needed to go on a trip to try and calm down.

He was pretty sure that when they told him to go on a trip they meant to go to Ten Towers. That was one of the few places that he was able to relax, but Rodrik had other plans. He had been thinking of reaching out to the Riverlords and see if there was a way to could soothe old wounds. The Mallisters seemed like a good first step and it took a while but he had managed to secure a meeting with Lord Mallister, as long as he kept his men on his ship. He had to admit that he was alright with him. They were loyal to him but he didn’t trust them around everyone else. Unfortunately when he reached the castle of Seagard he was told there unexpected guests and he would have to return tomorrow. He was fine, at least they weren’t sending him away completely and it wasn’t like he hated sleeping on his ship.

While he was returning to his ship he was surprised to see a dark haired girl standing close to his ship. He smirked to himself as he walked over and stopping so he stood behind her. He crossed his arms so they hid the Kraken sweed onto his chest and cleared his throat. When he got her attention he smirked ever so slightly. “You must be brave getting so close to an Greyjoy’s ship. Haven’t you heard? The Iron Born love to do nothing more than take pretty girls away from their families.” He was pretty sure he was complimenting her. At least he hoped he was, he had never really talked to a green girl before but he had heard they were different and they liked when people talked about how beautiful they were. [/b]


PMEmail Poster
^
BETHANY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Sep 13 2015, 07:27 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
15
years old
Bethy is a spoiled little nightmare with a sweet smile. She knows how to play people to her advantage, and will stop at nothing to get her way. ENJOY!
from raventree hall
played by: echew


There was a prickling sensation on the back of her neck - as if someone were right behind her. But she knew it had to be the wind. She was alone. She hadn't heard anything. The dock creaked beneath her feet, but she was alone. She'd have noticed someone else showing up. “You must be brave getting so close to an Greyjoy’s ship." Beth jumped when the voice sounded right behind her. A surprised little squeak escaped her, just as she stepped whipped around, leaving her far too close to the unfamiliar male behind her. "Haven’t you heard? The Iron Born love to do nothing more than take pretty girls away from their families.” It was a threat. She wasn't so stupid that she didn't know a threat when she heard it. But she also knew when someone was full of a lot of hot air.

"You think I'm pretty?" Beth inquired, her voice slightly breathless with surprise. Her heart was still rattling unevenly behind her ribs. It hadn't lowered from the region of her throat. She swallowed, willing it down, and took a step back from the man. Even in the dim lighting she could make out his features - a long nose, sharp chin, and blue eyes that nearly glowed even in the darkness. It was those eyes she found herself staring at. Upon realizing it, she cleared her throat, and glanced down for a moment. When her gaze moved back to his, she rolled her eyes at him.

"You wouldn't take me." Beth challenged pointedly. "You would get killed if you did." There was a haughty note of arrogance in the reminder, though the certainty only lingered in her expression for a moment. She was from a minor house, and she certainly didn't serve a royal. Would anyone care if she went missing? Anyone outside her family, at least? "Is it true that an Ironborn sailor took a noble woman?" The question escaped her before she could think to hold it back. It would be the sort of story that someone made up just to scare girls into minding their manners. This might be her only chance to verify it, and her curiosity got the better of her. Still, Beth did feel slightly sheepish once she spoke the thought. Doing her best to contain the nerves, her teeth snagged her lower lip which she chewed anxiously.

"Everyone says it's true - that it happened before I was born." That was all her father said, at least. There was more of the story to hear elsewhere. "Someone else said that she became his wife, though my father clearly liked to leave that bit of the tale out." Beth rolled her eyes at the final bit. Her father would like to twist the story to his advantage. Didn't everyone? To the Frey's, the families in the Neck were monsters - better to scare children into staying where it was safe. But they were just children. Her father painted the Ironborn as monsters … but there was more to that story, too.


PMEmail Poster
^
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Sep 20 2015, 01:24 AM
Quote Post
Group Icon
20
years old
The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
from Pyke
played by: Chloe


As far as Ironborn went Rodrik was probably one of the more mannerly one. However, he was still probably a little too blunt for most of the Greenlanders. He had never really talked to a mainland girl before (Unless you counted his Aunt) and he was pretty sure you weren’t supposed to sneak up on them and just start talking. Granted she was the one who was creeping around his ship and he was pretty sure that wasn’t a place for a lady to be wandering and he was right. If it had been any other Ironborn captain she probably would have been in trouble. He didn’t even want to think about what his brother Maron would have done if found a pretty little thing on the docks by herself. It wouldn’t have been nice or pretty and that was for sure.

Her question surprised him. He had been expecting a few things but her holding onto the world pretty wasn’t really high on that list. “Hmm...that’s a good question.” He took a step closer and then walked around her in a circle with his forehead furrowed like he was taking her all in. He had seen men at Harlaw do that to the ponies they were thinking about buying. He knew little about horses and even less about women, at least highborn women, but he did know what he liked and she was very pleasing to the eye. He stopped when he was in front of her making sure to keep his distance. “Yes. you’re very pretty” There were definitely not girls like her in the Iron Islands. “But I have a feeling that you already knew that.” How could she not? Unless she lived somewhere where they didn’t have mirrors, but he had a hard time thinking such a place existed.

He head cocked slightly and smirk pulled on his lips as his bright blues eyes brightened even more in interest. It seemed like not only was she beautiful but she also had some spirit and bite to her. She may have looked softer than any of the women he was used to in the Iron Islands but she seemed to have her own type of fire that was interesting to him. ”Oh Really? And who is going to do this killing? You?” He chuckled a little under his breath as he shook his head. Unless the weapons was hidden extremely well he was willing to bet his ship she didn’t have one on her. “Don’t worry my lady. I am here for some important business that would be ruined if I was to take a maiden with me. Even one like you wouldn’t be worth destroying all the good will I am trying to build up here.” Her question caught him off guard as did her biting on her lip. It was a cute gesture and not only was it cute but it called attention to those full lips that were like nothing he had ever seen before, and he was distracted enough that it took him a moment to realize what she was asking.

“He wasn’t a sailor. He was the Lord of Ten Towers and she was given the option to leave but decided to stay with him.” It was a story he heard a lot of times before, he wasn’t sure if it was a very common story in the Iron Island or he just knew about it since it was his family. “And yes they did marry. They have three children and they are one of the happiest families I have ever seen, even if the daughter can be a little terror with her books.” He grinned a little at the memory of seeing Kris get smacked in the face with one of the bigger volumes because he was teasing. “I actually grew up with them. It was my Uncle Rodrik and my Aunt Alaena.” He straightened his back a little and kept his mile on his face. “I am Rodrik Greyjoy.” He couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice when he mentioned his name. He was named after his Uncle who was one of his favorite people and House Greyjoy was the Lords of the Iron Islands, other than the fact his father was insufferable ass what wasn’t there to be proud of?


PMEmail Poster
^
BETHANY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Sep 20 2015, 11:01 AM
Quote Post
Group Icon
15
years old
Bethy is a spoiled little nightmare with a sweet smile. She knows how to play people to her advantage, and will stop at nothing to get her way. ENJOY!
from raventree hall
played by: echew


As he began to circle her, Beth found her chin lifting, and her back straightening. The action pulled her shoulders back, angled her hips slightly as her jaw set. Almost playfully, one brow arched. Her chin turned over one shoulder to watch him as he circled her, assessing the answer to her question. She hadn't really been looking for the compliment. But he had offered it, and she could hardly pretend that she hadn't heard it now. Though it would seem his manners left something to be desired if he was actually going to consider the answer to this! Was he really going to recant the compliment? No, it wasn't that, exactly. The irritation more came from the fact that he was circling her like livestock. Beth knew it was her own fault, if she'd expected a gentleman when she saw ironborn sails.

"Well," Beth began with a light laugh. She could feel heat prickling slightly at her cheeks - no doubt they would have a pink tinge to them now. She was just grateful that the dim light would hide it. "It's not the sort of compliment that sounds the same on the tongue of one's brother or father." She did hear it often enough from her family. They told her that was no more beautiful girl anywhere. After a while, they began to sound slightly biased. Beth did know that she was pretty. She wasn't an idiot. She was pretty and she was more than comfortable using the knowledge to her advantage. But it was a different thing to hear someone else point it out.

Ironborn he may be, but the man was more respectful than she'd expected. His greeting was far from polite, and the way he circled her to assess has been a bit rude. But when he stopped, he kept a polite distance between them. Whoever he was, Beth couldn't believe he meant her any harm. He might tease, but if he meant to hurt her, he wouldn't be discussing it. He wouldn't stop so far away to continue with his threats. Unthinking, she felt any tension in her body begin to ease away. Beth knew in a moment that she trusted this man as much as she could any stranger.

"I'd imagine Lord Stark would, or one of the princes would, after my father tells the king what happened." Normally, it would be easier to send Lord Stark to handle matters with the Iron Islands. But with the crown princes on dragon-back, it seemed silly to pass the duty. Prince Aegon could be there more quickly than any Stark force, and that dragon of his could eat a criminal more cleanly than his head could be removed. "So if you do plan to take me, I suggest killing me quickly - better to destroy evidence of the crime early on." He couldn't be killed if they couldn't prove he'd taken her. Some might advise against giving suggestions on such a matter, but Beth was firmly of the belief that this man wouldn't harm her. She rather liked the idea of testing that belief.

"Good will?" Beth parroted, surprised. Her gaze flickered back towards the keep before returning to her companion. "With Lord Mallister?" It didn't even matter who this man was - everyone knew Lord Mallister hated the Ironborn! The last thing anyone expected would be to hear of someone ending that feud. "What sort of business?" It was none of her business, of course, but Beth found her curiosity getting the better of her in this. Her tone was bright, and her eyes had lit up. Was there going to be peace with the Iron Islands? If there was, then she certainly wouldn't mind being the first to hear of it.

"I'll be certain to tell my father that, next time he cautions me against running away on an ironborn vessel!" Beth answered with a grin. She doubted it would change anything, of course. Even she knew it was a terrible idea. Beth just wanted to see more of the world - but there were safer means than running away with raiders. If nothing else, it might inspire a new tale of caution from her father.

“I am Rodrik Greyjoy.” At the words, her brow arched once more. Full lips pursing slightly, Beth took a step forward, and raised both hands without asking permission. Her wrists crossed, allowing her long fingers to take purchase on each of his hands, which she then pried away from his chest. She then pulled both his arms back, revealing the golden kraken sewn into the breast of his tunic. Her large brown eyes turned back to his, filled with a playful note of betrayal. Beth shook her head twice, whilst clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. She did take a step backwards, though she only bothered to drop one of his hands. "Well I am Bethany Blackwood - and I must say, I feel very lied to just now!" Beth informed him before finally dropping his other hand, and folding both of hers across her chest.


PMEmail Poster
^
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Sep 29 2015, 11:24 AM
Quote Post
Group Icon
20
years old
The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
from Pyke
played by: Chloe


Circling her was probably not the right thing to do. But Rodrik had only interacted with Iron Born women before and he always knew if one of them and if they were unhappy with something he was doing they didn’t hesitate to tell him and if he didn’t listen the first time they didn’t hesitate to tell him a second time and sometimes it would not be with words. Not that the women in his life were unnecessarily violent but they did know how to get their points across. He didn’t really think of this girl as a horse but he was trying to be playful and he was hoping that if she was unhappy he’d speak up. There may have been a lot of rumors about Ironborn but he was fairly positive that them being able to read minds wasn’t one of them. Besides it was almost like she was preening like she was making it easier for him to get a good look at her.

Rodrik gave a little smirk as his bright eyes continued to glow with the little bit of mischief that he just couldn’t seem to get rid of. His day had gone from disappointing to at least slightly amusing. He had been been annoyed that he had pretty much been cancelled on but at least he was still talking to a mainlander. Maybe if he was able to convince this daughter of a Riverlord that Ironborn weren’t that bad than she could spread the word and maybe even some would believe her. It wasn’t the most effective or fastest way to do this but it wasn’t the only thing he was planning on doing and with a reputation as bad as the Greyjoy one he was pretty sure that every little bit would help. He chuckled shaking his head. “I’ll have to take you word for it. I can’ say my brothers or father ever told me I was pretty.” His father might eventually say it but it wouldn’t be met as a compliment and it would probably start another throwdown in the Greyjoy household. So it would just be another day really.

There were a lot of men on the Iron Islands that couldn’t really see the attractiveness of the mainland girls. Even when they took salt wives it was more likely they wanted to prove some sort of point and not because they were actually found them beautiful to look upon. Beauty was different in his home and part of the connotation was a strength that was there. He heard his fellow men speaking about green girls and how they were soft and weak. Rodrik may have only really talked to this one had while she looked soft in all the right places there was also a sense of strength about her. It was a little different than his mother and sister but it was still there and who was he to say it was worse because it was different.

Rodrik shifted h is weight to one side making sure to keep his arms crossed over the Kraken on his chest. Ironborn might have scared everyone but Greyjoy brought a different kind of fear with that name. Now that his father was the way he was there was a hint of madness with the name. He was enjoying talking to this girl and he didn’t want her to excuse herself or start acting different because he father was a known traitor and a rumored crazy person. Balon had taken so much from him and he didn’t want this conversation to be added to that list.

“My Uncle has a token of Lord Stark’s esteem” Big Rodrik had never really been one for raiding from what he understood, he would rather be in his books but Little Rodrik could tell there were times when his knee pained him. Even if it didn’t hurt him all the time Little Rodrik would never want to depend on a cane or have trouble on the sea. He may have wanted to lead his people to a new era but he was still a sailor and he didn’t want anything to interfere with that. “And even the strongest Iron can be burn by Dragonfire.” His at her had proved that and even if he wasn’t sure if Royals would get directly involved in the taking a random Riverlands girl he wasn’t willing to risk it. “So I suppose I’ll just have to leave you here since I don’t see the point in taking someone for the sole purpose of killing them.” Ransoming would be the smarter move but since he was trying to repair the relationship between the Riverlands and the Iron Islands that would have been a step backwards.

He sighed as he glanced from the girl to the keep to his ship and back to the girl. “Just an idea I had.” He reached up and ran his hand through his dark hair. He had washed it before trying to meet with Lord Mallister but he could still feel some salt in it and he didn’t think that he would ever be able to fully get rid of it, but he kind of liked it, it was a connection to who he was. “Raiding and warring has exhausted both sides and winter is coming.” He didn’t want to waste energy and resources when things were about to get even more scarce which was going to make his people want to raid ore which was going to start fights which was going to make things scarce and the evil cycle would continue, unless Rodrik found a way to stop it. “It seems like the Tully heir isn’t home right now and the Lord isn’t taking visitors so I was going to speak to the other Riverlords while I waited for his return.” He had been hoping to speak the Tully man heir to heir about the future of their regions but now it looked like he was going to have wait. While he did welcome the vacation from his father he didn’t like leaving him unattended with Marion and Theon for too long. “I am hoping or some kind of truce between our lands.” He was also hoping that if the next heir to the Iron Islands had River blood in his veins than that would help as well, but he didn’t know how to word that without coming off as wrong.

“I still wouldn’t recommend running off with an Ironborn raider” Him and his uncle may have not wanted to harm anyone but there were still the minority. Even on his own ships he knew men took salt wives. They may have tried to hide it from him and he pretended he didn’t notice but it still happened and he knew he was never going to be able to stop it. “I am not one of them but there are still some that would hurt you.” Not only did he not want this curious girl to get hurt but someone taking a noble girl would only make his life harder.

Rodrik probably should have introduced himself at first but it hadn’t really fit into the conversation organically. It still felt a little awkward when he put it in but it did need to be said. A surprise look filled his features when she looked hurt and it became even more prominent when without saying a word she stepped forward and pulled his arms off his chest. He laughed at how surprisingly strong she was. “I didn’t lie. I simply didn’t give you all the information the moment I saw you.”]b] He glanced up at his black and gold banners and smirked. [b] “Besides, you saw my banners. Who else but the Greyjoy would be the one to speak to the Lord of Seagard?” He shook his head while he let his blues wander over her. “Besides, I don’t see you covered in Raves and Tree Lady Blackwood. So perhaps we are both lying slightly.”



PMEmail Poster
^
BETHANY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Oct 3 2015, 11:18 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
15
years old
Bethy is a spoiled little nightmare with a sweet smile. She knows how to play people to her advantage, and will stop at nothing to get her way. ENJOY!
from raventree hall
played by: echew


"You poor soul!" Beth gushed with exaggerated sympathy. He lower lip jutted out in a pout before she stepped forward just enough to rest a palm on his arm, as if he were missing something truly spectacular in his life. "The rejection of that must cut deeply indeed. I am truly impressed that you go on with such strength." She offered. Her voice implied that her words were sincere, as if he were some great warrior for going on without praise of being "pretty". She hoped that he would take the words as the jest they were. If a man was called pretty, it was never a compliment. Handsome, sure, but Rodrik had said "pretty". She was just going with it. "I mean …" She trailed off, her gaze flickering down over his form, before settling back on those clear blue eyes. "Your attire is a bit hopeless, but you are a very pretty man!" What she meant was that he was handsome enough, but if she said that it would ruin the joke. She concluded the words with a bright grin, and a step backwards that offered a bit more space.

At the confession that he would have to leave her behind, Beth shook her head, and clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as both palms found the upper curve of her hips. "I regret to hear it, sir!" Beth lamented with an exaggerated sigh. "Sounds like you are quite the disappointing raider if that is the case." She teased him. There was less an attempt to veil this one. There was a challenging glint in her eyes. "Here I am, looking for adventure near a Greyjoy ship and I find out that the raiders are too afraid to take me for the sport of it!" Fine, so she wasn't stupid enough to think it was a bad thing at all, but if she were going to be harmed it would have been done by now. He had the perfect opportunity to attack her when he snuck up behind her. "It seems I will ever get to see the world as I so wished." The heavy sigh that followed wasn't even forced. She was joking about most of this, but Beth did want to travel more.

"Truce? With the Iron Islands?" All pretenses faded as a note of surprise crept in. Both of her dark brows arched as she took the man in. "With Lord Balon having recently been released, I doubt that any Riverlord will trust the sincerity of the offer." She pointed out. The man's son may have a different image, but most would want to see proof that the heir could deliver the peace he offered them. "Though it does sound like a tempting offer, even to me." She amended with a soft smile. The idea of not having to fear the coasts was a tempting thought indeed. It would certainly make travel by sea worlds easier. Beth smiled quite genuinely at his caution. "Well you certainly do seem different from most of your men, my lord." She informed him sincerely. Rodrik Greyjoy, at least, seemed to be a truly likable man - something she never expected from anyone who was ironborn.

"Is it such a lie on my part, though?" Beth challenged with another arch of her brow. "I am only a Blackwood until I wed. Some day I will take my husband's name. So it seems I am only half a member of any given house. You, on the other hand, will always be a Greyjoy." His claim was one that would infect his wife with the same name. Hers? Her name was a temporary convenience that she would give up when her father saw fit to marry her off. She was a bargaining chip for house Blackwood, rather than an actual member of the family


PMEmail Poster
^
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Oct 12 2015, 11:34 AM
Quote Post
Group Icon
20
years old
The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
from Pyke
played by: Chloe


“I know. Thank you for noticing. No one seems to understand how much I suffer.” He really didn’t care too much about his looks. He wasn’t a lady and as crass as it sounded when it came to marriage it was a buyer’s market. Women needed to be the ones to attract enf or the most part, weather it was with their looks, or dowry, or connections. It probably wasn’t the most fair arrangement but it was just the way the world worked and there really wasn’t going to be any changing that. At least not for a long time. He had a name and a seat,he didn’t need to be pretty to be able to get someone’s attention, it might be a little harder since he had set his eyes on the mainland but he was sure there were still some houses that would love to have their daughters marry into a great house, even if it was The Greyjoys. He glanced down at her hand on his arm and smirked a little wondering if all Riverlands girls were as forward as she was, but if they were it was a bit of a surprise. He glanced down at his clothes and looked up shrugging and grinning. “Well, you know...shirt, doublet..trousers, boots men’s clothes isn’t nearly as exciting as women's clothing...there isn’t really nearly as much variety as there is for you women.” It wasn’t as sad as he was making it out to be, he didn’t like having to pick clothes as it was, he didn’t want to know what he would have done if there were more choices. “Thank you. That compliment, and you might have been right, hearing it once from you is probably more than hearing it a hundred times from my father or brothers.” Granted if he was hearing it from them they were probably saying it sarcastically and it would have started yet another fight.

“If I was here to raid I would have been very upset to hear that, but since I a not I’ll have to take your disappointment in stride.” He was hoping that some day people wouldn’t see black and gold kraken banners and instantly think that a raid was coming. Although it was probably going to take as long to do that as it would for a girl to be able to have more of a say who they married. “But I have to say you would be quite the disappointing hostage. You seem to eager be taken, or maybe you are just hoping that you can be rescued by a prince on Dragonback.” He had heard that the mainland girls often had fantasies about being rescued by handsome princes and he was not interested in being the villain in one of those stories. Although he had a feeling that this girl wasn’t trying to cast him as the villain, she really did want to go on some sort of adventure. “I wouldn't assume that. I may not be taking you on a ship but I am sure you’ll have adventures. You seem like the very determined type.” He may have just met her but he could sense this about her.

“Well. Don’t mention this if you ever have the displeasure of meeting him but Balon isn’t in as charge as he once was or what he thinks he is.” All the men who had been blindly loyal to him were dead or exiled and everyone else had gotten used to his other leading and things had b been a lot better under her rule so there seemed to be an understanding that everyone would let Balong thing he was back to being the lord but people were mostly humoring him and listening to his mother instead which was good news for Rodrik. “I know it won’t happen over night, and I may knew very little farming but I know you need to plant seeds and be patient for them to grow, so that’s what I am doing and i am hoping there is a crop to harvest when I am finally the lord.” He reached up to scratch the back of his neck smiling again. “You can thank my Uncle He was the one who showed me that there were better things to be than angry and there were better things to pursue than revenge. He’s what made me different than all the other Greyjoys.” He was glad that h is Uncle had taught him like he did. Rodrik was proud of who he was and he didn’t want to ever have to change that for anyone.

“Well I guess that would all depend on you.” Rodrik continued in a thoughtful voice. “Don’t women bring alliance when they marry? Wouldn’t that make you more of a Blackwood than anyone else because you bring all your family?” He cocked his head to the side as he thought for a moment. “My sister says she’ll always be a Greyjoy no matter who she marries. It would just depends on how you feel.” He shrugged and shook his head while studied the tiny Blackwood in front of him. “Or maybe I am just biased since my mother was the one has always been around.”


PMEmail Poster
^
BETHANY BLACKWOOD
 Posted: Nov 15 2015, 02:58 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
15
years old
Bethy is a spoiled little nightmare with a sweet smile. She knows how to play people to her advantage, and will stop at nothing to get her way. ENJOY!
from raventree hall
played by: echew


People could say whatever they wished about the ironborn. As of yet, Beth enjoyed ever single one of them that she'd actually had a conversation with. FIne, so it was a list of one, but she truly was enjoying Rodrik Greyjoy. She grinned as he played along with her jest - speaking of his pained plight, wherein his beauty was never truly appreciated. He, just as most men, gave a distinct air of someone who didn't care a great deal about his appearance. Everyone knew that the ironborn didn't value finery and gold. They valued strength and skill above all. Still, she appreciated that he would tease her, and play her little games. There weren't even many on the main land who would grant her that.

"Less variety, but I imagine it makes matters easier when readying yourself in the morning." Beth pointed out with a laugh. For a woman there were several layers of undergarments, and different petticoats for different gowns. There were gowns for the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. You couldn't wear one during the other! There were rules and expectations. "I bet you've never had to spent two hours getting in a dress, and waiting for your hair to be put up." Beth pointed out, knowing it wasn't something he could ever truly aspire to. Few women enjoyed it - they simply tolerated it because it was expected.

For her? Bethany actually enjoyed it. She liked sitting, relaxing as someone else combed and braided her hair. She loved waiting as they curled it and tamed her dark waves. She loved seeing her reflection after all was said and done, and admiring how perfect she looked. She liked being noticed, and she liked being complimented. For her it was the best way to wake up - a warm bath and wonderfully smelling oils. She wouldn't get out of bed at all were it not for that. Her morning ritual often too at lest half an hour longer than most females. Naia or one of the other ladies always kept her company for it.

“If I was here to raid I would have been very upset to hear that, but since I a not I’ll have to take your disappointment in stride.” At the words, her brows furrowed curiously. Did he truly raid? Was he a man that pillaged the coast? Did he kill men and take their wives? Did he have a salt wife back home? They said his father had two by the time he was five and ten. Was Rodrik Greyjoy anything like his father? “But I have to say you would be quite the disappointing hostage. You seem to eager be taken. Or maybe you are just hoping that you can be rescued by a prince on Dragonback?” His words were enough to halt her train of thought. Her face lit up in an amused smirk, and a giggle erupted at the suggestion.

"Well, a girl does what she must to win the attention of a prince." She answered playfully. Would one of the princes come to her rescue if word broke that she'd been taken? Truly, life with Rodrik Greyjoy wasn't seeming so terrible, the longer they spoke. Would she want to be saved at all? Her smirk softened at the edges as he spoke of his uncle. "Well you should send him my thanks. It seems he's done the world a great favor by guiding you as he has." Truly, any man who could create such a difference among the ironborn must be something to behold. Hadn't she heard that the Lord of Harlaw was a cripple? In her mind, it didn't add up, but she found herself intrigued by what she learned of her companions uncle.

"I was always told that when I married, I would become property of my husband, and his house." She explained honestly. One shoulder shrugged, her expression offering no concern for the topic of her being property. "An alliance may come, but I always assumed a woman was more of a pawn than any sort of representative." The wife was there to offer heirs to her husband's house. She wouldn't be involved in political matters. It wasn't her that they wanted - it was her brothers and her father. Perhaps they did things different in the Iron Islands, though.


PMEmail Poster
^
RODRIK GREYJOY
 Posted: Dec 6 2015, 06:10 PM
Quote Post
Group Icon
20
years old
The heir of the Iron Islands has grown up with the failures of his father over his head. Thanks to the help of his Uncle he has decided that he needs to lead his people to more peaceful times.
from Pyke
played by: Chloe


This was the first time Rodrik was speaking to a girl that wasn’t one he was related to or one of his bannerman’s daughters. So long story short he had never talked to a girl that wasn’t an Ironborn before. He had always thought that it was going to be awkward and he was going to be oddly tongue tied when it came to speaking to them. He had always been told that mainland girls were going to be so different than the ones he was used to that talking to them that he was going to trip over his tongue and just generally make a fool of himself. It had been something he had been afraid of but he was finding that it was easy to talk to this Bethany Blackwood and he wasn’t even having to stop and think about what he was saying with her. He was just letting whatever came to his head come out of his mouth and it seemed to be working.

“You would be right about that. Things are extremely easy in the morning. Especially when I am on my ship.” He glanced down at his pants and beaten up old boots that probably should be replaced soon, but he would get around to it eventually. He had other things to worry about. His clothes weren’t exactly filthy but they weren’t going to be passing any sanitation tests anytime soon. He had cleaner clothes he was going to change into when he talked to lord Mallister but he wasn’t going to change to trek through the Riverlands. That seemed counterproductive and he was going to try and avoid that. “Honestly. I slept in these clothes. I Just put my boots on when it was time to get up. It took about two minutes because I was still half asleep while I was doing the laces. So I was kind of slow. “ He couldn’t imagine spending more than 20 minutes getting dressed and that was when he really wanted to impress someone and that was a rare thing indeed. “But if you do mean running your fingers through your hair for a few seconds then yes I have gone through that.” He knew that was not what she meant but it was fun to tease her.

Rodrik couldn’t even imagine spending more than a few minutes getting ready. He didn’t even know what someone could do for more than 20 minutes and call it getting ready. He probably would have gone a little crazy. Than again he was known to spend hour going over his ship to make sure that it was perfect. He always could have had someone else do that for him but his ship was his baby and he didn’t know if he trusted anyone else to care for her like he did. Besides, he found it oddly soothing to go over every inch of his ship. Maybe it was the same way for women. It seemed like work to others but to them it was soothing.

Raiding was something that was strange to Rodrik. He knew he had to do it and he didn’t hate it but he also knew that was part of why his people were hated by so many others. He knew that eventually he would love to be able to do away with raiding altogether but he also knew that it would take a long time and he wasn’t likely to see happen in his lifetime but he could plant the seeds and hope for the harvest. He liked to think that he was starting that by not raping women and refusing to have any salt wives. His men may have thought he lost his senses but Rodrik didn’t feel like he was lacking anything in his life, besides, how was he supposed to get any pleasure in being with a woman if she forced to be there.

“You know. I hear the Princess has a dragons as well. Maybe I should try and get myself captured by someone and see if they’ll come rescue me.” He wasn’t sure what part of this was making him laugh a little, the idea of him being captured, since he liked to think that he was fearless and brave and if anyone tried to take him it wouldn’t be alive. He shuddered a little realizing that was a thought his father had probably had and he didn’t want to share anything with his father. That thought was funny enough but a Targaryen rescuing a Greyjoy was probably the funniest part of this whole scenario that he was coming up with as he spoke. “That would be a story. The Kraken being saved by the dragon. No one would believe it.” Her complimenting his Uncle also felt like she was complimenting him and it made his chest swell with pride. “I tell him that all the time and he insists on just reminding me of all the time he smacked me with his cane. He’s not very good at taking compliments.” He loved his Uncle but he didn’t seem to understand how much he really had done for him.

He shrugged a little as they talked about their thoughts on what role a woman should play when she was married. “I might have a little skewed view about it. Afterall, my mother has been acting in my father’s place for most of my life.” He reached up and squeezed the back of his neck as he kept speaking without really thinking about what he was saying. “I don’t plan on going away like my father did, but I can’t stay on Pyke forever the lord needs to sail and I’d like to know that my wife can take care of business while I am gone.” He let go of his neck and shifted his eyes away. “As for a woman being property. If I wanted property I’d get a salt wife, and I have no interest in those.”



PMEmail Poster
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options Reply to this topicStart new topicStart Poll