FERRUM + MANES

An ancient being much older than anyone can remember with their skeletal frame slowly raises their gaze from the colossal manuscript, eyeing the intruder disturbing their sacred space. A boney hand points in your direction touching the very fabric of your soul  “You come seeking the the blade of old wyk, tide breaker and all their other titles or is it the bird of prey? Perhaps you seek the evening star or the thorned vine? Even still what of the woman of spring personified or the golden thread? Careful what you ask for looking into the history of persons who like the krakens and sea monsters of this world are more than just one thing and will drag their secrets even beyond death you see. Only fools tread where they do not belong so go about your business quickly before you find the iron ghosts that lurk about these halls and pages of old books. ferrum caveas manes..” the old one remarks fading to the shadows with a rather ominous laugh left echoing the rows of aged manuscripts and dusty records. you alone are left to browse through the works referencing the individual you seek, the ancient beings words echoing through your mind beware of iron ghosts ....

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Derya Drumm  ─ lady of old wyk | intro . 

Warik Arryn  ─ ruling lord of the vale. warden of the east | intro . 

Kore Manwoody nee Payne  ─ ruling lady of kingsgrave. | intro .  

Delilah  ─ tailor to tybor clegane / common folk | intro . 

                                    ***⠀⠀⸺ all intros due to the recent events / plot drop are being updated  -- converting into large google doc

OUTGOING REPLIES  ⇢ 

utp as of 5/16 1:36pm est

NA

INCOMING REPLIES ⇠

NA

OPEN STARTERS / WIP  ✎ 

N/A

CLOSED STARTERS / WIP  ✎

* these are either in response to plot / starter calls or planned out. links will be provided & list will clear once replied or expire. mun name will be replaced with character starter is being made for or alt. removed and put in inc replies if mun is making a starter for me

NA

MUNS TO BE CONTACTED FOR  & FROM PLOTTING / STARTER CALL

                 Lya welcomes the other with a friendly smile, had she been in better condition she would’ve stood up and extend her arms for her, but she had barely come to find a comfortable position for herself and she did not wish to risk it. “we have not spoken in quite sometime, even after the passing of your brother i did not had a chance to give you my condolences. the loss of a brother is always a hard one, how are you fairing?” she knew by first hand what had been to lose an older brother, robert had been half her heart, the two had been two peas in a pot for most of their life, without him the days seemed far more grey. 

.

There was a bow of ones head, a gesture of solidarity in having lost older brothers recently expecting them to have once outlasted the world. Exhaling a soft sight Derya smiled. "I am fine. We are taught to rise and rise again no matter how close to death. How are you regarding this is the question - it is strange having them gone where you expected the world. How much longer are you to stay here? I sure you get that a lot but how are you missing your brother?"

dagon  wore  an  amused  look  as  he  watched  derya  with  the  baby.    he  was  used  to  fierce  sailor  he  knew  and  could  not  help  the  chuckle  he  left  him.    ❝  a  baby  and  a  flower  in  your  hair.  ––  how  i  wish  i  wasn’t  alone  to  bask  in  this  moment,  ❞  he  teased,  walking  over  and  smiling  down  at  the  small  child.    ❝  i  see  highgarden  has  captivated  you  as  well.  ❞    it  seemed  no  matter  where  he  went  there  was  someone  fawning  over  the  castle;  himself  included  at  times.

.

            had  he  been  asked,  jaq  would  say  that  he  had  been  wandering  about  highgarden  to  get  a  better  layout  and  understanding  of  the  castle  and  its  surrounding  areas,  but  the  truth  of  the  matter  was  that  the  knight  was  bored.  he  had  given  all  the  orders  that  he  could,  given  their  location  and  circumstances,  and  now  that  he  had  been  left  to  dawdle  in  the  sun,  he  was.  the  voice  sounding  near  him  had  him  turning  though,  watching  the  interaction  with  a  slight  smile  on  his  lips.  “  babies  can  be  rather  picky,  and  not  nice  about  certain  things.  he  might  have  an  opinion,  actually.  ”

.

“hello  delilah,”  jaime  said  warmly,  as  he  changed  his  route  so  that  he  might  walk  with  her  for  a  time  –  he  had  been  on his  way  to  see  a  blacksmith,  for  the  smith  in  question  had apparently  taken  a  staunch  dislike  to  jaime’s  squire.  jaime was  in  no  particular  hurry,  and  delilah’s  company  would  be far  more  pleasant  than  the  smith’s.  “and  i,  once  again,  find you  too  kind.  i  have  not  eaten  –  shall  we  dine  together?” the  spirit  of  procrastination  was  alive  and  well  within  him.

.

“who said i didn’t want to be found?” he greeted her in returning, teasing clear in his tone as he turns away from his view on the railing to look at her. his eyes roll then, though she’s not at all wrong. and who could blame him, really? he’d tried to convince oberyn and vevienne of the same when they had their kids and they’d ended up with allyria. “it doesn’t have to be ryon, you know. rylona is a lovely name, as is ryam.” his brows furrow as he catches her choice of wording finally.  “i’m sorry, did you say one of?”

.

"One of two. The maesters tell me the way I am carrying and how large I already am there is no other alternative" Kore spoke giving an effortless smile and bow of her head in the allyrion's direction. Hands shifted to her abdomen as she laughed softly shaking her head now. "Perhaps naming one after you won't be so bad if I would think to have grandchildren - a small hoard of them. Ryon could work as a little girl's name as well. We’d like call her Rya or there might Alyon for Alyse and yourself. You'd have to teach her the spear then if that is the case. Would you do that - if one was named after you? The more I with much more sense then my husband - thinks of if - you were perhaps my first friend here in Dorne"

Benjen wanted to ignore the light that was creeping into the room, when there was light it meant Derya would be leaving. No matter how much Benjen wanted them to stay, he knew their reluctance. Turning towards them, he held his hand out, his fingers trailing down her arm to grab her hand. “You could stay. The world will see you as my Queen soon enough, there’s no reason to hide away from this.” Looking towards the crib where her nephew slept, “He’s not the first babe I’ve been around. Alyse had her children around plenty.” a soft smile came to his face at their next words. Sitting up, he pulled Derya back against his chest, “Motherhood is a challenge and I’ve never seen you back down from any. You’re doing great with him, you’ll do even better with a Stark child.” 

As much as they would never wish to admit it, to acknowledge the presence of fear and weakness or any insecurities  - he was safety. The place Derya felt protected and yet that frightened them more having lost his arms once to the promise made by dead men and now with death that followed. Was it fear that kept them from allowing themselves to linger expecting that if happiness was felt too strongly it would be ripped away another time? "I should go -" Derya attempted to argue but they had now since the wedding of his aunt been without a single reason not to be seen with each other. One wished to be respectful to a princess the ironborn still had to thank for releasing him from the obligation this most honorable man had been determined to honor. As he embraced them, pulling her back against his chest the boots that were in hand were dropped to the floor as a chuckle left her lips. "That is true, you never cease telling me that and the same could be said of you. I remember a man who was quite persistent. Ryon will give me no end of trouble once we are married that he would infact be my uncle and I having told him I would never marry. You deserve a grand wedding as a king and as the man I choose to love even if I would’ve happily run off and taken you with me a year ago. Even better with a stark child? they will have an ironborn mother to protect hem that is why. you would like to see me in such a state. Only when I have married their father will you see little wolves of your own, my wolf. When I am your queen then we can get to vigorous practice after I have taken Freyr home to the lands that will be his"

 oberyn  chuckles  ,  “  old  habits.  ”  he’d  been  raised  on  the  importance  of  a  title  ,  a  sign  of  respect  ,  which  is  why  oberyn  never  corrects  someone  when  they  use  his.  the  only  exceptions  were  his  family  and  vevienne.  even  his  closest  friend  wasn’t  on  the  list.  “  you  still  have  months  ,  i  am  sure  we  will  see  the  sands  of  dorne  by  then.  ”  he  wasn’t  in  the  business  of  making  promises  ,  but  could  they  surely  be  kept  like  this  for  that  long  ?  “  i  am  quite  well  ,  though  i  appreciate  you  asking.  ”  he  knew  what  she  meant  ,  but  oberyn  refused  to  allow  his  mind  to  dive  down  into  the  depths  of  his  grief  right  now.

.

“Jaime" a tender voice called having turning the corridor returning from a fitting of a lady at court catching sight of the mountainous man. the pride of the Lannisters surely for he was as impressive as Delilah found him kind and a wonder to converse with. He was a friend, perhaps the nearest to a brother she would ever have in the short time of knowing him. "Finding you standing and holding up the walls is becoming a sight I see too often. Its my turn to find you the chair to rest. How is your day so far? Have you eaten?"

–

He ignored the look on her face, it wasn’t a look he’d seen before and if he had, he’d never paid it any mind. Delilah was annoyingly close to him, he knew that, he’d accepted that. He had his fun with her, and she was supposed to be just that. But then she had his child. A daughter he never wanted and yet one that was his. Was his blood, and was simply left to defend herself as some random servants’ child. “She could have died.” They stopped down the hall away from anyone’s listening ears. “No one protected her because to them, she’s nothing. She’s the blood of House Clegane, the most loyal house in the Westerlands and no one lifted a finger to help her.” 

.

For as many people as there were who loved a little girl that came running down halls with flowers handing them out to strangers that quickly became new friends - what was the likelihood they would rush to save the child of no one? The panic that had lived in her chest after the attack on the caravan and ever since kept a mother awake knowing all that stood between Thyra and nothingness was her and a large dog. "I have lived with the absolute fear of losing her every day since she was born - Cleavor though has always protected her. Loved her because he knows she is your blood. She is your daughter, part of your legacy and if you wished it - if you wanted to acknowledge her as your own she would have you and she would love you." Delilah spoke quietly, just barely above a whisper tearing up. "You can make them see her as more than a servant's child if you wanted."

“my  buttons  resent  that.”  he  refused  to  give  derya  the satisfaction  of  reacting  beyond  that,  though  he  had  wondered, when  she’d  held  her  knife  to  his  throat,  if  he’d  spelled  his  own  doom  by  calling  her  bluff.  for  a  moment,  he  found himself  wondering  where  palla  was.  then  he  blinked  –  something  derya  had  said  had  only  just  properly  registered.  “alley cat?”

.

“thought  so.”  dmitri  pretended  to  mull  things  over  for  a moment.  he  had  no  intention  of  hurting  palla  –  that  it  was even  a  possibility  was  a  painful  thought  –  but  he  refused  to  bare  his  feelings  for  palla  when  she  was  not  even  present.    instead,  dmitri  very  much  intended  to  call  derya’s  bluff.  if it  got  him  stabbed  by  a  stray  islander,  so  be  it.  “right. like  i  said,  fuck  off.”

.

“drumm.  fuck  off.”  he  made  to  shut  the  door  in  their face,  but  paused  midway  through  doing  so,  as  if  thinking better  of  it  –  it  seemed  curiosity  meant  to  ensure  his downfall.  he  had  a  feeling  he  knew  what  derya  meant  to question  him  about,  enough  that,  were  he  a  betting  man,  he would  have  put  money  on  palla’s  name  coming  up.  he  supposed he  could  justify  entertaining  this.  know  thine  enemy  and  all that.  “fine,  out  with  it.  you  have  one  minute.”

.

Was the curt retort to dissuade them from perusing their intended line of questioning? Only foold tangled with sea monsters shouting into the storm on a dingy thinking the drowned god would not swallow them whole. He would need to learn that as long as Palla was concerned and that Derya still breathed a friend would not relent until certain the same energy was brought to the table. "What are your intentions with my friend? I need no minute but there is only one correct answer. Answer it incorrectly you won't have a minute. Bracken. She is valuable to me. She is family to me understand that”

"Bracken" They called with a cool, commanding tone spotting the man that more resembled a feral cat to Derya than anything else in both appearance and demeanor. Cute yes but difficult. Because of the love they shared for Palla, deep as it was for Derya in the platonic sense - it set the ironborn up in a mild adversarial position. Palla was wise, deadly as they themselves were but as a friend wished always to ensure his intentions were true. "I have questions for you"

special raven for derya drumm | @ferrumanes​

              Lyarra sat on the balcony enjoying the breeze of the afternoon, it brought over the sweet scent of flowers, it was something she had never experienced before and something she could definitely grow used to. when she opens her eyes she is greeted with a sight of an old childhood friend, sweet smile spreads on her face. “lady derya, what a pleasant surprise, you must join me if only for a small moment, please.” she asks politely. its been a few lonely days for the princess during her recovery, all conversations are welcome to keep her occupied. 

.

There were things to investigate, properly now though trails grew colder by the hour and were nearly as dead as certain family members and many other things to do. One of which was observing the kingsguard for the north largely suspecting that an ironborn child could over throw them. That was something Derya wished to see improved with so many northerners dying and if they were to join Benjen's family the Drumm could not be the only fighter to hold off a hoard ( though truthfully she was all that would be needed ). When ears caught the call of the princess Lyarra, Derya paused in their gate and turned around to meet her gaze now giving a subtle bow of her head "I could spare a moment for you, Princess" they said, perfectly fine on the opportunity to spend a moment with a future good sister and to see too how guards watched her to know how well protected what would be family soon enough.

𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 : utp ! ( @ferrumanes​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ )

𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 : highgarden

 a  smile  sits  on  the  lady’s  face  as  she  steps  from  the  training  grounds  ,  proud  of  her  progress  and  not  nearly  as  sore  as  she  had  been  lately.  her  body  was  adjusting  to  this  ,  actually  doing  physical  activity  rather  than  simply  focusing  on  her  archery.  reila  reaches  down  to  set  the  wooden  sword  on  the  rack  ,  then  turns  and  nearly  runs  right  into  another.  “  gods  ,  my  apologies.  ”  she  says  quickly  as  she  takes  a  few  steps  back  and  nearly  hits  the  rack.

.