welcome to the soft reboot re-opening of  brokencrownsrp !  at this point , the plot will progress following the attack at the coronation ( see the link above to find the relevant plot drop ). winterfell is still locked down - for the time being , characters cannot travel outside of the castle boundaries without a guard or escort. during this time, guests of the coronation will be questioned by northern investigators trying to get to the bottom of the attack. tensions have escalated significantly between targaryen & stark rulers. plot drops will continue to guide the plot forward, but at this point our plot still remains located in winterfell. 

                                 THE  FESTIVITIES  END  IN  AN  INSTANT. 

all  revelry ceases ,  immediately  replaced  with  urgency  &  darkness . a  toast is  called  -  to  the  health  and  prosperity  of  king  edric & his queen . northern lords  pound  heartily  on  the  tables  ,  and  southern  guests  raise  a  glass with  a  polite  nod  of  their  head . freyja  takes  her  husband’s  hand ,  lifts  it ,  and  places  a  kiss to  it  before  acknowledging  the  crowd .  she  smiles , a bright  over-compensation  for  a  family  in  grief ,  until  the  sound  of  coughing  ,  gasping , overtakes  the  room .  a  serving  girl  screams ,  her  hand  outstretched  as  the  young  man  tasked  with  tasting  the  libations  of  the  stark  family  turns  blue  in  the  face .  princess joanna  rushes  to  his  side ,  trying  to  comfort  the  boy ,  to  do  something   before  the  life  leaves  his  body  entirely . 

                                  THERE  IS  NOTHING  BUT  SILENCE . 

the  crowd  looks  to  the  king  &  queen ,  wondering  which  ruler  was  the  intended  recipient  of  poison ,  and  then  to  each  other ,  wondering  who  had  arranged  to  see  another  stark  sovereign  dead  within  his  own  borders. the realization  that  a  murderer  walks  among  them  hangs  heavy  in  the  air .

                                                AND  SO  DOES  THE  SCENT  OF  SMOKE . 

outside , comes  the  scream  of  lady  marina ,  the  first  to  notice  another  troubling  sight.  smoke  billows  from  the  maester’s  tower.  a  dark  sky  is  painted  black  by  a  murder  of  ravens  set  free into  the  night . lord  brannon ,  thankfully  nearby , attempts  to  rescue  the  maester ,  but  the  flames  are  too dangerous. the  maester  is  lost  to  the  blaze .  his  body  will  later  be  recovered ,  clutching  a  charred  targaryen  flag  in  his  hand.  winterfell goes  on  lockdown.  suddenly ,  it  seems ,  no  one  is  safe .  suddenly ,  it  seems , 

                                                           PEACE  IS  NO  LONGER  AN  OPTION . 

                                                           BROKENCROWNS EVENT: 001

when the crown was planted on top of the young king’s head, followed by his queen, the northern kingdom erupted with cheers. while the days beforehand had been fraught with tension and amusement alike, the shadow of king brandon looming large, this day was for celebrating. the morning went by in a flash. the day, filled with tournaments, was a blur. but when evening came, the real festivities would begin. the king will greet his subjects, and his honored guests for the first time - fully realized as the sovereign of these lands.

as darkness falls over the keep and the weather outside cools, thick flakes of snow fall from dark skies above. the great hall opens to the nobility of north and south. outside the keep, on field and in tent, drink and food is shared between houses. songs erupt from firesides, while wine pours freely. a large fire sits in a pit in the center of the great hall. the high table, seating the starks and targaryens, overlooks a sea of heads, seated at long tables. music plays from a balcony behind. the tables are filled with food and drink, and space has been provided for dancing.

servants gracefully maneuver between the starks’ guests, refilling cups and filling plates. the hall is filled with voices that murmur - a low hum that is everywhere, as stories are shared, jokes are told, friends meet. moments like these make continued peace feel like more realistic venture …