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lady-annaya​

Originally, Annaya’s intention had been to simply take a quick walk, get a bit of fresh air before the next meal. Somewhere along the line, however, her attempts to think of nothing and clear her mind had led down a treacherous trail of thought driven by frustration and emotion. Soon enough she was stewing once again about Sir Gared and his inability to look after her sister. Visions of what/if had been haunting her dreams, images of Neri bleeding helplessly or taken captive by some rougish Dornishman flashed on the inside of her eyelids. All of a sudden, the noblewoman was no longer out for a leisurely stroll but was instead treading a warpath straight to the stables with the intent of providing the disgraced young man with yet another tongue lashing. Eyes focused on the horizon and mind lost in thought of just how to verbally torment, she missed a step just before the entrance to the stable and tumbled onto the ground. “Oh for the Seven.” She muttered quietly to herself before looking up to see a hand being offered out of the corner of her eye.

         “WOAH THERE, GIRL,”  the storm queen soothed gallileo, stroking her muzzle as she whinnied and tossed her head in agitation and annoyance.    “yes, yes, i know you are eager to be out in the fresh air... i am nearly through,” perhaps some thought it strange of her to talk to her steed, but she never minded so much.    she had felt the saddle slipping as she rode, one of the straps incorrectly fastened and was quick enough to slow gallileo to a halt and dismount so no accident would come of it.    she wasn’t taking too much note of what was happening outside of the stall she was in... not until a young woman entered her peripherals, making to enter the stable... only to trip on a misstep, and cursing her luck.    close to the doorway, kyra extended a hand down to her, a gentle smile on her face.    “allow me to help you, are you alright?”

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     IT WAS TRUE that kyra had a temper, but her grasp on it and control of it was long established.    however, when a young man requested an audience with regards to the midsummer ball claiming to have been injured ‘protecting the storm king’ and requesting financial compensation for his injuries accrued...  there was absolutely no halting her rage.  steffon had not been in dorne at the time of the attack, arriving shortly after the attack: a glaring hole in his lie.  she felt the guards flanking her shuffle and murmur slightly when kyra pushed herself to her feet and focussed her dagger-and-poison gaze on him.   “you would use tragedy and lies to further yourself  -—     forsaking those dead and maimed for a handful of coin?”  her voice was far too steady as she stepped closer to the lying little rat. a mere arms length from him, he seemed to shrivel under her stare.   “are you aware that lying to a queen is treason?”       he stammered out his reply, more lies, claiming to be a truthful person... but she raised a hand, silencing him and then motioning to her guardsmen.   “i may not have been present in the ballroom, as you so kindly pointed out... but nor was my husband, yet detained with his duties he did not reach sunspear until the following days.    take him,” she instructed her guards, turning away to make for the door as noonday meal approached,  “i will speak with the king as to what will be done with him.  until then, remand him into the custody of the storm kingdom.”

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I am the people.

              I am the STORM.

                            I am the riot.

                                          I AM THE SWARM.

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     HER PALE EYES were suddenly downcast, apples and peaches rolling around her feet as a crate had been overturned in a scuffle in the streets over what appeared to be gambling debts.    unbothered by the disagreement, she began to pick up the runaway fruits and gather them in her arms to return back to the merchant.    “here you are ser,” she said, offering the peaches to him with a smile, “i’m afraid some are bruised, but i would like to purchase the apples that fell; they should make a fine pie.”     she opened her bag as the merchant man helped load them into her bag, and exchanging coin (plus a little extra for the trouble that had been caused for him) and thanked the man, bidding farewell.

   AS SHE TURNED to move through the bustling market she noticed a small ring of people had gathered to watch the scuffle, now in a state of fisticuffs as they rolled around the dusty road, cursing and yelling, trading punches.  “seven hells,” she said under her breath,  “i swear the heat is enough to drive any man from his senses.”

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Total Deaths: Seven

Total Injuries: Seventeen (inc. deaths)

INJURIES - Notable

House Baratheon: Ser Rendrick Smith, son of the Baratheon Master Blacksmith and (now former) commander of the Baratheon knights during the summit. Injury: Crushed left hand resulting in an amputation

House Tarth: Lady Tarth, younger sister of the Storm Queen Injury: Struck in the body with one of the larger rocks, concussed.

DEATHS - All

House Dondarrion: squire to their attending representative, would die three days later of sepsis.

House Swann: the youngest lady of House Swann, injured and would die the next morning

House Baratheon: a knight attending to the Storm King

House Baratheon: squire to the above knight

House Penrose: secondborn son of House Penrose

House Tarth: a lowborn girl serving House Tarth, Brienna

Loyal to The Queen/Eilee’s Breath Crew: Trenn of the Blackspear, served under Captain Kyra for five years

FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS

The bodies were prepared by the Dornish Silent Sisters, whereupon the members and loyal supporters of The Storm Kingdom lined up in somber silence, watching the shrouded bodies in wooden coffins loaded onto one of the faster of the Baratheon Ships, homeward bound as quick as able so they could be laid to rest in their homelands. Kyra personally penned letters to each family who lost a loved one, sending them ahead of time to express the Storm Crown’s condolences and lessen  the painful shock. After speaking with each other the King and Queen agreed easily that the Crown would pay for all funeral rites.

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second mandatory task of IRONFORGED RP; BIRTH DAY

queen kyra of the stormlands.   born on the sapphie isle; tarth, in the stormlands. lord and heir orys tarth and wife lady harra tarth née seaworth are her parents. they would assume mantle of ruling lord and lady of tarth when she was a little over two years old.  kyra is the second-born child of three & firstborn daughter of two.     lady harra’s second pregnancy was relatively easy as she wasn’t aware she was with child until near half way through: kya was a small babe but a healthy one, born on the 9th day, 12th month of 478AC.  she is a sagittarius, the archer, and true-born daughter of house tarth, though now married she carried her husbands name.

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You think I can’t? Watch me.

(via devilishgoddess)

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     Galileo. 

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cassanaxmor‌:

rp-ask-memes‌:

send SHIVERS down their spine; bring their worst thoughts and fears to the forefront of their minds and take advantage. see how far you can push my muse before they CRACK. // POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING.

   and for falhar / @fcnghcrn​

MAKE MY MUSE SCARED.

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If they had a kid meme

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eighteenth task of IRONFORGED RP; ALT FC

queen kyra of the stormlands.   born of house tarth, married into the crown of house baratheon, captain of the tarthian trade routes & merchant vessel eilee’s breath, known as the warrior queen -—  alyssa sutherland

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It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via macrolit)

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    this LITTLE girl is                                                   capable of MURDER                                                                                                 if you HURT her.

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tee’s birthday task of IRONFORGED RP; ANIMUS

what distinguishes badgers from their relatives is their extraordinary physical and emotional strength and tenacious approach to life's challenges. good looking, small to medium sized individuals, they walk and talk as if they own the world and their powerfully built bodies and dominating personalities back down for none, even for the much larger personality of the lion. badgers will confidently enter the territory of others and woe betide anyone who blocks their path.

          smallish • patriotic • protective • passionate • blunt • aggressive

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