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   in the grand ball room a shocking sound has ripped through the applause â
   ă  in the midst of the scattering applause and concerned muttering, murmuring, a little confused and bothered, stuffy chatter of the tie of the two kings and the searching gazes for the winners approaching the podium, even before anyone could fully gather the implications of a missing queen on foreign soil â  an unexpected sound CRACKS across the celebration like an unexpected bolt of lightning flashing across the sky, and everyone collectively seems to jolt, freezing in place in a strange limbo of confusion and trepidation...    (cont. from here)   ă
    âWHAT WAS THAT?!â  demands princess aliandra, dornish guards drawing their weapons and moving to shield the royal dornish family.  niyah of shadows, still painted in her gold attire, let out a shocked cry as prince cedric tyrell, whom she had been speaking with, staggers and grips his head with blood bubbling up between his fingers â two nearby tyrell guardsmen rush to grab his arms incase he were to fall as her eyes fall to a large rock that had struck cedric and skids to a stop between her feet.   shouts ring out about a shattered window, broken glass, âthe tyrell prince has been hurt!â   â before the room has time to move, to truly process, a second sound; the same but louder.  a SHATTERING CRASH as another rock flies through the grand, beautiful stained glass window depicting the house martell sigil in hundreds of panels of painstakingly inlaid panes.  and then another crash!!! and another â  people start to scream and scramble, covering their heads as the dornish guards rush to cover the entrances and exits as the sound of shattering glass and screaming cries of panic and pain fill the air.
     all of a sudden it seems a hailstorm of rocks, big and small begin to cascade through every window of the grand hall, showering all the guests razor shards of glass and shale and debris.   tables are knocked over and the mass of bodies begin to writhe in panic, trying to shield themselves as it seems more and more blood is shed.  the still bodies of knocked out and knocked down nobles and servants alike cause people to trip and fall over one another... there is nowhere to take cover and the beauty of the night is now in ruins.
    several people find themselves face to face with the larger rocks, each with a piece of thick parchment is wrapped around it fastened with twine neatly. unwrapping with trembling fingers they find, written in thick & ominous letters, the words:
  no one truly knows how long the glass rains down its deadly symphony upon all the attendees, all desperate to avoid injury or worse â  but eventually, when the sounds of shattering and crashing lull to a stop, the true carnage comes to light.  the only sounds in the air now seem to be sobbing, groans of pain and then, slowly the low chorus of cries of dismay & HORROR.
  OOC:  For this event, we have instigated LOCK DOWN PAIRED THREADS, though some will be given tasks depending on their in game locations at the time. In-Game youâll notice the Dornish guards have closed the exits in an effort to stop any of the invisible attackers from gaining entry.
  PARTICIPANTS: Any characters not mentioned in this plot drop are not present in the Great Hall at the time of the incident. Instead they are following up with the previous incidents of the night somewhere in Sunspear's fortress or on the docks as mentioned in the previous plot points.
  REQUIREMENTS: All the paired threads must have 8 NOTES minimum (four replies each) before coming to an end. We ask you prioritise these threads above all other threads and seek to wrap them up quickly as they are important for future plots and establishing what happened to your character during the chaos. We will be keeping an eye on the threads to ensure they are being worked on - and failure to engage with a paired thread will be reflected on activity checks. We have worked long & hard on this plot for you all and therefore ask you to please participate. After the completion of ball threads or tasks, you are welcome to begin plotting and posting as usual, the setting from then on will be the DAY AFTER the ball! *Please note that if you have completed all your ball-related threads and are waiting on a reply from your thread partner, please reach out to the Admin/Moderators Team for their thoughts on it!
  Based on randomised rolls of Dungeons and Dragons dice, these are the pairings, injuries and tasks for our characters!
  INSIDE THE BALLROOM
Each pair will write a 1x1 thread, titled âMidsummer Ball Attackâ (or something similar) and be set up until the end of. We have given a brief run down of the setting as well as any injuries your character has sustained. Some details will be up to the player, and some will be already explained, the person who is to write the starter is marked with aă thick bracket ăbut feel free to check in with your partner!
PAIR ONE:ă ROSALYN ARRYNÂ ă& RIAN ARRYN
@rosa-arryn, @rianxarryn
Rosalyn has been cut by shattered glass in a low-medium fashion, as well as well as being heavily bruised (location UTP).
Rian was initially knocked out after being pushed over and has fractured his wrist in the fall (healing time 2WKs IRL)
THREAD SETTING: Rian is unconscious after being pushed over and hitting his head, Rosalyn is close by and pushes her way through to him, getting sliced by glass in doing so, and shakes him awake after a full minute.
PAIR TWO: NERIDIA MALLISTER & ă ANNAYA MALLISTER ă
@ncridia, @lady-annaya
Neridia has been badly cut by shattered glass on her body (location UTP) as well as broken her wrist (context UTP, healing time 4WKs IRL).
ANNAYA been badly cut by shattered glass across her back, and finds herself bloodied by holding her sister.
THREAD SETTING: A shard of glass first hits Neridia in her (bodily location), who collapses and breaks her wrist and seconds after Annaya is sliced across her back when the rest of the window pane falls on her.
PAIR THREE:ă CASSANA MORMONTÂ ă& ROBIN ARRYN
@cassanaxmor, @princerobinarryn
CASSANA has been knocked down and lightly trampled (bruising), but due to her closeness to the edge of the room she is safe from further injury.
ROBIN has been pushed over and additionally bloodied after cutting his hand on glass.
THREAD SETTING: Robin has been pushed over, towards the edge of the room cutting his hand on glass. Cassana is knocked not far away, he grabs her by the arm off the floor before she is further trampled.
PAIR FOUR:ă CEDRIC TYRELLÂ ă& NIYAH
@cedrictyrell, @niiych
CEDRICÂ has been struck cranially with a rock and is covered in blood from the head wound.
NIYAHÂ has suffered a mild concussion but managed to quickly get to shelter.
THREAD SETTING: After the windows are shattered and rocks start to fall from the ceiling, Niyah is pushed into a table head-first and gets concussed, but she quickly crawls under it for shelter. She sees Cedric lying on the floor, he is awake but trying to stop the blood flow of the head wound he sustained, she reaches out and pulls him to safety under the table.Â
PAIR FIVE:Â ARRYK LANNISTERÂ &ă EMERIC TYRELL ă
@lcnnisterking, @emerictyrell
ARRYKÂ has been struck cranially by a rock that was pelted through the windows. Whilst his vision is blurry and his memory spotty, the main source of stinging pain comes from three broken fingers, which had been crushed by the crown falling from his head in the commotion (fingers healing time 2WKs IRL, memory unsure for now).
EMERICÂ has been knocked out by the shower of rocks and glass; he has sustained no major injuries to his head, however, due to an awkward landing his right arm is broken (healing time 3 weeks IRL).
THREAD SETTING: Arryk notices Emericâs motionless body, and makes his way over to the fellow King, eventually managing to shake him awake.
PAIR SIX: Â ă JALEESA TARTH ă &Â LYNESSE HIGHTOWER
@throneclash, @notthatlynesse
JALEESA has been struck in bodily (location UTP) with a large rock, and also lightly concussed.
LYNESSEÂ has been badly cut by shattered glass on her body (location UTP)Â and has a sprained ankle.
THREAD SETTING: After Jaleesa was struck by the rock she knocked her head slightly on (surface UTP) due to the momentum. Lynesse has been cut badly by shattered glass and has fallen nearby, spraining her ankle.
PAIR SEVEN: ă LYSELLA LANNISTER ă &Â MORREC CLEGANE
@lysellalannister, @mcrrec
LYSELLAÂ has been pushed over and suffered a mild bodily wound (location UTP) from the low impact of her fall, the wound is bleeding and has stained her dress, but the blood flow quickly slows.Â
MORRECÂ has been cut by the shattered glass (location UTP), he has managed to get to safety from the falling rocks.Â
THREAD SETTING: Morrec has found a safe spot in the corner of the hall, where he is attending to the worst cuts, Lysella is crawling on the ground near him.Â
PAIR EIGHT: ă WILLEM CLEGANE ă &Â DRAGAN BARATHEON
@willem-clegane, @steorras
WILLEM has been struck cranially by a smaller rock, and whilst his eyes scan the crowds for his lover as chaos erupts, the continued flurry of rocks causes him to seek shelter alongside other nobles beneath a table.
DRAGANÂ is caught in the stampede of people attempting to escape from the Great Hall; in the chaos, he slips on spilt wine and is trampled under those desperately trying to flee, bruised.
THREAD SETTING: Willem notices the Baratheon king on the floor and reaches his hand out, pulling Dragan underneath the table, the two taking cover as the stampede continues.
OUTSIDE THE BALLROOM
Each pair will write a 1x1 thread, titled âMidsummer Ball Attackâ (or something similar). We have given a brief run down of the setting as well as any injuries your character has sustained. Some details will be up to the player, and some will be already explained, the person who is to write the starter is marked with aă thick bracket ăbut feel free to check in with your partner!
PAIR ONE: ă VICKON GREYJOY ă & Â GARLAND REDWYNE
@thereapcr, @rcdwyne
VICKONÂ has just arrived in Sunspear, to the surprise of everyone, and is standing silently looking at his sister's smoking ship, the fire has been put out, but the smell of ash is strong. On the way to board The Shadow Tide, he runs into Lord Redwyne.
GARLANDÂ has just arrived in Sunspear, noting the burning Greyjoy ship in the harbour as they sailed in, he has just left the ship, the Arbor Queen, in order to gather information on what happened regarding the now extinguished fire in concern of the safety of his ship, he spots Lord Greyjoy and approaches him.
TIME: During the Midsummer Ball attacks (but oblivious to it).
THREAD SETTING:Â The two men stand upon the docks below The Shadow Tide, their men flanking them.
PAIR TWO: ADELAYNE HILL  &ă VIDA WATERS ă
@adelaynehill, @liifewcter
ADELAYNE following the chaotic events of the night before, makes her way down to Sunspear's bustling bazaars in search of her old friend to try and take her mind off the incident in her chambers. She is shocked to see the state of Vida's wagon, and begins to help.
VIDAÂ making use of the sunlight to properly survey the damage to her wagon, as well as cleaning up the mess left behind in the wake of the incident, is relieved to have Adelayne's company and help.
TIME: The day after the attack during the ball.
THREAD SETTING: Adelayne is sorting through a pile of scattered, half-torn papers whilst Vida cleans shattered glass from the ground, when Adelayne begins to feel as though she is being watched. A scrawny, dirty peasant Dornish girl steps from the shadows, her eyes fixed on the pair of bastard girls as she forces the letter confirming her Lannister heritage back into Adelayne's hands. Vida, noticing Adelayne's pale expression, tries to take a peek at what Ade is grasping to no avail, and demands to know what the little girl thinks she is doing. To both the bastard girls horror, the messenger is found to have her tongue slit; the only sounds coming from her being an ominous, guttural hissing before crawling back into the bustling crowds of Sunspear.
ONE-SHOT: ă BANNEN MORMONTÂ ă(ft. BRANDEN STARK)
@mcrmontson, @brcnden
BANNEN returns to the hall only to be denied access by the Dornish guards, he is informed an attack has taken place and the hall is in lockdown until they have figured out what happened. Bannen immediately thinks about those he cares about in the hall and begins arguing with the guards, the door creeps open from inside as a hall guard hastily talks to those stationed outside. For a brief moment, Bannen can see what is happening inside, he can see BRANDEN lying unconscious just inside the hall
TIME: During the Midsummer Ball attack.
SETTING: Bannen needs to get inside the hall to help his lord.
  a plot point, occurring within the midsummer ball â
     as those at the ball begin to CAST THEIR LAST VOTES FOR THE SUN GOD & SUN GODDESS COMPETITION at the midsummer ball, things have been⊠â - happening whilst everyone is enjoying and revelling in the merriment.
    still in a haze of delighted shock and happiness at rediscovering a long-lost friend, ADELAYNE ( @adelaynehill ) the new handmaiden to the queen is lost in a sea of glittering, smiling, joyfully wine-happy people. she is up on her toes searching for a missing black head of hair that seems to have vanished... when a booming voice belonging to a certain crownlands blacksmith shouts out  âWHERE IS LADY LYSELLA !?â   she feels the room slow around her as she begins to feel sick â  she can only find morrecâs face, worryingly contorted in â panic?! wait... where is the queen? her brother the king? her sister lysella?  why is nicholas leaving?  where is everyone?  ade feels slightly lightheaded and grips the wall for support as she frantically searches the filled, glistening, unrested hall and panicked tears prickle at her eyes.   her house is under attack again, she can feel it and the blood roars in her ears as her feet begin to move without consent, hurrying towards her chambers with increasing pace.  dimly she hears muffled yelling, and she picks up into a light run as she approaches the door of her quarters â  a horrified cry coming from her lips as she beholds the destruction.
    it is a similar scenario of mirth and noble celebration for the youngest targaryen present at the ball.   DAENYS ( @daenysxtargaryen ) is playing the part of the perfect lady and giving a polite curtsy as she finishes a spin on the dance floor with a young lord of the north.  stopped on her path to retrieve a refreshment, she is informed by a trusted guard that several nobles have left unexpectedly and the safest place may be in her chambers with a locked door to protect her.  hesitant but given no real choice, she allows herself to be escorted by two loyal men, with instructions for a third to send for her sister CAERELLA ( @drragonbcrn ).  the clanking of the armour only just covers up their footfalls as they enter the sprawling manor house and towards her rooms, an eerie quiet over the rooms occupied by the dragonstone cousins of the iron throne.  a hushed question crosses the subconscious of her mind as they approach her door â where are there servants?
  OUTSIDE HER ROOMS â adelayne.
   ADELAYNE / ACE:  your door is violently kicked in, your small & understated room is in a state of absolute destruction. the bedding is shredded, feathers all across the room, the clay water bowl is shattered against the wall and soaking the ground. your box of belongings: dresses, shoes, undergarments â all have been tossed around the room and all are ripped, soaked in dirty water or damaged in some way. there is nothing left untouched, nothing left unturned and you know what is gone before you find the obliterated shards of the small wooden box.  though you will go on to search again and again, the letter explaining your lannister birthright is gone. that is not what scares you most.  on your bedside table, atop where the draws have been ripped out and emptied, it is neat... uncannily so.  disturbingly so. your small shrine brought from home to honour the seven, the seven-pointed holy star, and your book of scriptures are neatly arranged, with seven candles lit.
your legs finally buckle in your golden dress, you grab the bed as you sink to the floor fighting the urge to cry out... you had never purchased candles in your rooms in dorne â it was too hot.  and the papers on the seven, your private prayers and thanks to them... they were carefully stashed at the bottom of your trunk, wrapped in the shawl you used to bind your hair back when you were training to join the septas.   sitting in shock for a moment, you pick yourself up and turn to the door at the sounds of masculine shouts echoing off the wall but you freeze all over again as your eyes lift higher... above the door, which is hanging off one hinge, you see the words âSINS OF THE FATHERâ in a dark red, dripping paint scrawl and maybe, maybe now you know why you have been targeted.
LIST OF DAMAGE IN THE ROOM:
discovered after cleaning and sorting through mess
There are very few items that arenât damaged in some way.
ALLÂ of her new dresses have been shredded by some sort of blade and had the same dark red paint poured over them
ITEMS LEFT UNTOUCHED: a plain and modest dress with long sleeves, and a similar dress though with shorter sleeves for the warmer days, shawl from the Septas of the Seven, given to noviciates to cover their hair & ensure their modesty. (& obviously the small shrine atop the side table)
MISSING:
The letter decreeing Adelayne as a blood member of House Lannister, last-born daughter of the Grey Lion of the West.
TASK:
ADELAYNE / ACE: One shot describing her arriving at her rooms, and going through her items to find that her document about her heritage has been stolen.
  OUTSIDE HER ROOMS â daenys.
    DAENYS / GINNY: you slide your key into the lock of your room, solid clunk of the mechanism allowing you to turn the handle and enter. it is slightly cooler than you were expecting, which is a nice change, and you call for a servant to bring flint to light the oil lamps. no answer comes at your call, and you send a guard to go find one thinking perhaps they were enjoying their own celebrations but as you step further into your room to un-shutter your bedside lamp a crisp, grinding crunch underfoot stops you in your tracks.  you call for the other guard to bring one of the wall-lamps as you notice the curtains of your window flapping strangely... you had not left a window open, had you?  as the guard confirms there are no marauders hidden under the bed, in the wardrobe, nowhere in the strangely untouched room you notice a clean sheet of paper laying neatly on your bed.
as you reach for it curiously, a loud yell of âOH, GODS â NO!â from the guard you had sent to find a servant to assist you causes you to jump on the spot. both you and the guard hurry to the source of the cry, and the sight churns your stomach... you turn away immediately as tears spring to your eyes.  the closest servants of both you and your sister have been found... bound and hung by the neck in the wine cellar.  below them, the ground is saturated with spilt wine as it appears several casks have been uncorked and tipped on their side.   as you stand, trembling in shock and fear and revulsion you look down at the paper in your hand, the one that had been on your bed.  it reads:
a tremble creeps up your spine, a tremor in your hands as you re-read the words again, willing the image of the poor servants out of your mind. none of it makes sense, and you find yourself demanding  (screaming? youâre not sure anymore...)  for the guards to find your sister immediately.
LIST OF DAMAGE IN THE ROOM:
discovered after cleaning and sorting through mess
The window is completely shattered in: they locate a large sea-worn stone the size of a large pomegranate under the bed, other than that the room seems untouched
MISSING:
Some jewellery, coins, you note nothing else out of place
TASK:
DAENYS / GINNY:Â a 1x1 thread between you and @drragonbcrn when the guards arrive, it is up to you if you share the note with her (or anyone) as you try to make sense of the attack and the senseless murder of their dear servants.
OOC NOTE:
if you have been assigned a task or paired thread, (not everyone will be, it is again up to  chance!)  please do complete it as we have put a lot of energy and time into creating these and tailoring them to each character or pair. there is no word count minimum, or any conditions save for completing the task within a fortnight/14 days of it being posted.   we cannot stress this enough: it does not need to be long, the point is to have your character react to what has happened to/around them. unless you have spoken with the admins, if you donât complete the task, or respond/reply to the paired thread it will affect your activity come the applicable check, as well as this your character will not be eligible for the next random event selection.
 while this may seem quite stern, we donât mean it to be. though we must impress that the admin and mods put several hours of work into these posts, we know and love how you all get very enthusiastic at the idea of the random events, and we are ridiculously excited to bring them to you all, but it is very discouraging when nothing comes of the plots we post up and we have noticed this has been happening.
if you have any problems please let us know via the main blog, but in the mean time â
     THE FABLED D&D DICE OF IRONFORGED HAVE BEEN CAST âŠ
@adelaynehill / @daenysxtargaryen ⊠for better or worse you have been selected!
    a plot point, occurring within the midsummer ball â
       as those at the ball begin to CAST THEIR VOTES FOR THE SUN GOD & SUN GODDESS COMPETITION at the midsummer ball, things are beginning to⊠â - happen whilst everyone is enjoying and revelling in the merriment.
     watching bannen mormont and his men make their way out of the celebrations, FALHAR FANGHORNâS ( @fcnghcrn ) confusion lasts only for a mere moment before his attention is caught by lannister guards approaching him. informing falhar of a break in accompanied by another incident that had occurred in his chambers within the last half hour. falhar swiftly excuses himself from the celebrations, catching king arrykâs eye for a moment before following the guards back to his chambers - letting out a low breath and expecting the worst.
    shortly before this, FLORIAN ( @pillowprince-florian ) had received a discrete note from a golden servant girl consisting of three words. my chambers - c. slipping his way out of the celebrations and through sunspearâs winding corridors, florian discreetly made his way toward his lover WILLEMâS ( @willem-clegane ) rooms as they had planned some hours before. florian moves quietly, knowing most of king arrykâs council are lodged in individually locked rooms beside eachother. he notices one guard sat slumped in a chair positioned outside anotherâs chambers, and cannot help but let out a little scoff; a man sleeping on the job. typical.
    suddenly, the silence around florian was pierced with loud footsteps of guards running, shouts of âthere he is!â and the sullen glare of falhar fanghorn. feeling the world go black around him, the last thing florian remembers was being pinned to the ground by lannister guards.
FALHAR / ALLY: as you are making your way back to your chambers, the accompanying guards inform you of what has happened. one of the guards stationed outside your door was drugged with a concoction that would send him into a deep sleep; whilst the other was found strangled to death inside your chambers. after catching a strangely familiar face in an unlikely place; falhar could not stop the lannister guards from holding down florian as it happened too quickly. taking the opportunity to search your chambers for any damage, avoiding the body of the strangled guard, you notice your desk has been ransacked, with paperwork scattered and shredded all across the floor and vital documents missing. upon entering the hallway once again and looking at the culpritâs face, falhar could not help but remember their most recent interaction, in which florian told him he was only in dorne âfor the drama.â quietly ordering the guards to take florian to a cell, falhar follows suit, attempting to get to the bottom of this mystery.
MISSING:Â
- An important document drafting confidential information of how many men the Iron Throne could muster if the situation called for it.
- An important draft engineers put together regarding developing more mobile and lighter catapults, as well as other weapons.
PAIRED THREAD: 1x1 with Florian, you are the first to write the starter. Try and get to the bottom of what has occurred in tonightâs events.
FLORIAN / DEVIN: as you are making your way to willem cleganeâs chambers, you have been set up to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and have been made to look guilty of murder, breaking and entering and theft. before you can realise what is going on, lannister guards have pinned you to the ground and in the chaos you are momentarily knocked out. upon awakening, you find yourself in a holding cell, deep in the underground labyrinths of sunspearâs fortress. as your vision becomes less of a haze, you recognise the face of falhar fanghorn sat on a chair opposite the cell. how will you be able to talk your way out of this one?
MISSING:Â
N/A.
PAIRED THREAD: 1x1 with Falhar, try and persuade the Lord that you are innocent without giving away your relationship with Willem Clegane.
OOC NOTE:
if you have been assigned a task or paired thread,  (not everyone will be, it is again up to  chance!)  please do complete it as we have put a lot of energy and time into creating these and tailoring them to each character or pair. there is no word count minimum, or any conditions save for completing the task within a fortnight/14 days of it being posted.   we cannot stress this enough: it does not need to be long, the point is to have your character react to what has happened to/around them. unless you have spoken with the admins, if you donât complete the task, or respond/reply to the paired thread it will affect your activity come the applicable check, as well as this your character will not be eligible for the next random event selection.
 while this may seem quite stern, we donât mean it to be. though we must impress that the admin and mods put several hours of work into these posts, we know and love how you all get very enthusiastic at the idea of the random events, and we are ridiculously excited to bring them to you all, but it is very discouraging when nothing comes of the plots we post up and we have noticed this has been happening.
 if you have any problems please let us know via the main blog, but in the mean time â
  THE FABLED D&D DICE OF IRONFORGED HAVE BEEN CAST âŠ
@fcnghcrn / @pillowprince-florian ⊠for better or worse you have been selected!
   in the grand ball room, the midsummer ball is officially drawing to its end âÂ
   ă   the SUN GOD and SUN GODDESS of this years midsummer ball will be announced shortly, and the erected podium has been quickly, but gorgeously decorated with cream vases cupping bouquets of dornish flowers & foliage, all dipped in a golden paint.  fabric of expertly richly dyed shades of colour draped to frame the winners when they take their place.   ă
     meanwhile â the CHAOS of the night has escaped most attendees of the ball as they had been busy feasting, drinking & dancing, revelling in the merriment.  and yet a few had picked up on the tension felt by the lannisters, the targaryens, the northerners and even the greyjoys.  some guests had seen queen rhaena lannister run from the hall in seemingly a state of panic followed closely by her sister-by-marriage lady lysella lannister,  some had seen lord bannen mormont slip out after someone whispered something in his ear, some had noticed lady daenys targaryenâs absence along with her guards, while others had eyes on lord nicholas lannister... leaving in a huff, and some were still debating the unladylike behaviour of lady morra greyjoy as she fled the celebrations with skirts in hand.
   frightened whispers of intruders and thieves began to spread, a touch of panic and speculation as some remembered the tragedy and fear that had encompassed everyone last time the royals and nobles all gathered in kings landing.   but before word could reach everyoneâs ears, a booming voice caught the attention of those still in the hall â a noble dornishman dressed in gold and silver had positioned himself on the top of the podium in the middle of the hall: he announced the votes had been tallied and the winners of the midsummerâs ball contest had been decided.   the long oak tables, once filled with the delicious feasts and wines, are now removed to the sides of the large, extravagant great hall â enlarging the open dance-floor to more than double the size as the finely dressed nobles filled in, crowding the empty spaces in wait for their new SUN GOD & GODDESS to grace them.
   a striking older woman, swathed in rich yellows and delicate gold jewellery in her pitch dark hair now stands at the centre of the podium: the matriarch of dorne the PRINCESS ALIANDRA MARTELL (who had hosted her 67th nameday as a week-long celebration on the shores of sunspear only days earlier). a respectful hush falls over the excited crowd her nephew and niece, the ruling generation of martells; grown children of her late brother, flanked her either side as two painted gold servants set two sceptres TIPPED with the blazing sun plated in gold on white satin pillows.  soft exclaimations at the dornishfolkâs fine craftsmanship filled the hall.  they are the traditional & individual gifts for every sun god and goddess since the beginning of the custom:
    â   âthey will be engraved with the winners title, name and, as a gift from myself personally for your kindness in joining my recent nameday celebrations, a precious stone of the winners choice will also be inlaid by the finest jewel-smith in dorne; set in the heart of the sun itself,â PRINCESS ALIANDRA announces, applause and cheers roll around the room at the display of the dornish matriarchsâ famed generosity.
     beginning with the SUN GODDESS at her own preference, she unfurls the first scroll and names the winning entrant to a roar of approval from sections across the hall: it is âQUEEN KYRA OF HOUSES BARATHEON AND TARTHâ â  met with wild cheers from the stormlanders and some from the other independent kingdoms (to the delight of the warrior queenâs supporters), but those from the united kingdoms still loyal to the iron throne clap politely in solidarity with their own queen.    as the sound lessens at the polite, graceful gesture of princess aliandra martell, she takes the second small scroll from her niece this time, breaking the wax seal with a swipe of her thumb and...  pauses with a look of curious disbelief and amusement(?) from the older woman.  there is a hush as everyone waits for her to speak â   she clears her throat, handing the scroll to her ruling nephew (whoâs eyes widen and he passes it wordlessly to his sister) and announces:  âit is our KING OF THE IRON THRONE, ARRYK OF HOUSE LANNISTERâ she holds her hand up, preemtively keeping the quiet of the crowd at bay,  ââ and KING EMERIC OF HOUSE TYRELL. we have a tie, and have been gifted with two gods of the sun this evening... congratulations to our winners â please come forward and join myself and my kin upon the podium.â
   but to her words this time no one dared to cheer.  for a moment it was so painfully quiet, the attendees would have been able to hear a needle drop to the ground amongst the stillness of the crowd.  sloooowly the sound of hesitant clapping begins to fill the hall, but the tension could now be felt by everyone.  two rival kings crowned as equals?  neither king could be pleased with this outcome as they made their way to the podium. the applause gathers momentum for a full minute until... it lessens, becoming scattered, as none could see the newly elected sun goddess and baratheon queen anywhere; not even house martell and the two kings atop their risen platform, not even her husband, sister nor her personal guards.
   HOWEVER â in the midst of the scattering applause and concerned muttering, murmuring, a little confused and bothered, stuffy chatter of the tie of the two kings and the searching gazes for the winners approaching the podium, even before anyone could fully gather the implications of a missing queen on foreign soil â  an unexpected sound CRACKS across the celebration like an unexpected bolt of lightning flashing across the sky, and everyone collectively seems to jolt, freezing in place in a strange limbo of confusion and trepidation.
  OOC:  important
  hello all!  this marks the end of the midsummer ball event in game, as you can tell there is another post to come but as of now no more starters (save for the assigned tasks given in the plot points) should be posted.
  also, from this point on you will have 10 DAYS to wrap up any threads set at the ball and any threads pre-dating it as we are on the cusp of a very special roleplay-wide event to be announced in coming days!
  STAY TUNED FOR THE WINNERS GRAPHIC TO BE DROPPED SHORTLY AFTER THIS!
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     a plot point, occurring within the midsummer ball â
        as those at the ball begin to cast their votes for the SUN GOD & SUN GODDESS competition at the midsummer ball, things are beginning to... â - happen whilst everyone is enjoying and revelling in the merriment.
  the first person to hear of it is ( @liifewcter ) VIDA WATERS, as the neighbouring stall owner finds the charcoal-donned herbalist and quickly explains her that someone has broken into her wagon and injured her horse, adrestia.  she quickly excuses herself from the other commonfolk she had been socialising with and hastens after the other merchant to see what has happened.
   at the same time, inside, a lord loyal to bear island tugs ( @mcrmontson ) LORD BANNEN MORMONTâS arm and whispers to him that a burglar was caught attempting to slice open the side wall of his tent, and is currently in chains.  he, with a handful of his men, promptly leave to deal with the would be thief, dispatching a message to lord stark to inform him of what had happened.
   for everyone else, the nightâs festivities continue on as normal â !
VIDA / PENROSE: when you arrive where you secured your wagon, you find the metal lock prised open and the wooden doors hanging open. the interior is obviously disturbed, many potted plants smashed on the floor, trampled, and samples that hung carefully above to dry seemed to have been ripped down. papers of commonly known Westerosi recipes also are thrown around, some fallen on the dry, dusty ground outside the open doors. a few yards away is your horse, Adrestia who is whinnying softly in pain. a quick inspection finds that the blood is coming from a long, but thankfully shallow cut to her right foreleg. it seems as though she had reared up on her hind legs and thats how she was sliced by the thiefâs knife. after tending to her and dressing the wound, you spent the next hour straightening the damage and figuring out what has been taken.
MISSING:
Two (2) vials of Basilisk Blood, a poison
One (1) flask of Demons Dance, a poison
Five (5) flasks of brewed Moon Tea, a contraceptive
& a few scrap note papers on general healing plants, nothing worrisome
TASK
A one-shot from Vidaâs POV about having been robbed and going through her inventory.
BANNEN / TEE: your guards have caught a thin, scraggly-bearded man of dornish origins attempting to cut his way into your tent, but found himself stuck when the rusted blade snapped. he was caught by two passing members of house gloverâs company and shackled. upon interrogation and a search of his bodily possessions, it appears to be nothing more than an opportune thief who picked the wrong place to burgle. if is up to you what you wish to do with the captured man, though he is a citizen of dorne. you spend a great deal of time going through your belongings, but there is nothing out of place and save for the small hole roughly cut into the side wall â everything is as it should be.
MISSING:
N/A.
TASK
N/A.
OOC NOTE:
  if you have been assigned a task or paired thread, (not everyone will be, it is again up to chance!) please do complete it as we have put a lot of energy and time into creating these and tailoring them to each character or pair. there is no word count minimum, or any conditions save for completing the task within a fortnight/14 days of it being posted.  we cannot stress this enough: it does not need to be long, the point is to have your character react to what has happened to/around them. unless you have spoken with the admins, if you donât complete the task, or respond/reply to the paired thread it will affect your activity come the applicable check, as well as this your character will not be eligible for the next random event selection.
  while this may seem quite stern, we donât mean it to be. though we must impress that the admin and mods put several hours of work into these posts, we know and love how you all get very enthusiastic at the idea of the random events, and we are ridiculously excited to bring them to you all, but it is very discouraging when nothing comes of the plots we post up and we have noticed this has been happening.
  if you have any problems please let us know via the main blog, but in the mean time â
 THE FABLED D&D DICE OF IRONFORGED HAVE BEEN CAST ...
  @liifewcter / @mcrmontson ... for better or worse you have been selected!
   a plot point, occurring within the midsummer ball â
      as those at the ball begin to CAST THEIR VOTES FOR THE SUN GOD & SUN GODDESS COMPETITION at the midsummer ball, things are beginning to⊠â - happen whilst everyone is enjoying and revelling in the merriment.
   distracted by the merriments and her recent entry into the sun goddess competition, MORRA ( @captain-morra ) is unaware of the chaos â   ... right up until the moment panicked young girl grabs the ornate fabric of her dress sleeve and yanks it so hard that the riiiiiiip is heard loudly, beads scattering across the ground. before the greyjoy woman has time to gather her anger, the wide-eyed and panicking cinder smudged girl hurriedly explains that the deck of the lady greyjoyâs ship is ablaze; sails eaten by fire and her crew scrambling out of their celebratory state to save the vessel before it is destroyed.  without many words exchanged, she gathers her skirts around her and roughly knots the dress out of the way as she takes off running to the utter shock of the surrounding nobles and royals.  she disappears towards the docks, with four of her best crewmen on her heels as the red-orange hue of the flames begin to push upwards into the night sky.
    after being told of lysella's robbery, NICHOLAS ( @nicholaslannister ) has a growing suspicion the man from the tavern earlier that night might have found a way into the keep and located his sister at the opportune time â   or maybe he simply wished to believe it, so he could get revenge over whoever had robbed his kin, left a mark on her skin and taken away her priced possession, his own mother's necklace.  filled with fury, the lord of casterly rock stormed out of the castle, the servants he passed quickly got out of his way as they marked his furious expression.  this time the man would be receiving his dues, there would be no cedric tyrell to step in and control the lionâs roiling anger.
  DOWN ON THE DOCKS â morra.
    MORRA / HANNAH: you arrive, exhausted and breathless from running to the docks of sunspear, skidding in horror in the sand with shoes long gone as you behold the shadow tide wrapped in flames and plumes of black, acrid smoke. you know the smell of burning wood, youâve seen it many times before but this smell is mixed with the smell of pitch. you know then that this is an intentional fire. luckily, the crew are working hard and have smothered most of the fire down but the heat from the charred wood is still strong, and the damage is clear. luckily, the hull is not breached and the ship is in no danger of taking on water but the shadow tide is grounded until further notice. it takes another hour of work and countless buckets of water before itâs safe to board again, at which time the crew all fan out to inspect the extent of the damage. the first thing that comes to your mind is the confidential documents and correspondence between you and your eldest brother, the lord reaper of pyke detailing the new changes to the iron fleet and the growing number of new vessels that have joined the growing fleet in the last two years since your father passed. arriving at your captains cabin you find, to you utter relief, that the fire only licked at the door and the solid wood and iron lock is still in tact, un-breached. you breathe a sigh of relief as a call from your loyal men pulls your attention, the crew headcount is complete: one memberâs body has been found floating in the dark waters - having jumped to save himself from the flames but perished, several have burns to their hands and arms but nothing life threatening... however a long-time loyal member of the shadow tideâs crew, RED HARRAS, a bastard sailor from old wyk, is the only man unaccounted for. as the last man aboard the ship on patrol duty you order a stern to bow sweep of the smouldering, blackened ship in search and then you move to inspect your chambers, a worrying feeling settling in your stomach.
your suspicions are proven right when you find the back window of your captains quarters smashed in and wooden boxes broken open: clothes, shoes, smashed wine bottles staining fabrics, bedding ripped apart, papers obviously strewn about, trod on and it is clear someone has been searching viciously through your belongings. you pour over the documents frantically, hoping the confidential ones detailing the fleets growth arenât gone â but deep down, you know that they arenât to be located. after the search of the ship, red harras is nowhere to be found... and a lifeboat is found to be missing along with some rations and a sick feeling of potential betrayal sinks into your stomach. that doesnât end the chaos of the evening, when your first mate swears loudly, angrily and yells âcaptain!!â â pulling you from your rooms, though you pause to lock the door behind you. rough bristled deck-brushes, hard work and fresh, sea water have revealed the shocking scorch pattern of the fires origins... and clear as day in the ruined wood of the bowâs deck is the thick outline of a seven-pointed star: the holy sigil of the faith of the seven. the followers of the drowned gods are riotous, an attack on the religion of the iron isles is beyond what was expected and the malcontent spreads quicker than the fire did.
LIST OF DAMAGE TO âTHE SHADOW TIDEâ:
discovered after the fire is fully extinguished and morra, with the help of her crew, has taken complete stock of the damage over a few hours.
the flames have destroyed the fabric of all sails completely
the main mast is broken; snapped in half and charcoal red-black
the other masts are also broken, burned away into blackened toothpicks
the whole deck is charred various shades of black, covered in ash and soaked wet from the effort of the crew
the railings all around the bow are compromised and burned
the hull is charred but not breached
the bow-section of the deck is the most damaged, and clearly where the fire was started and burned hottest
the back window the captains quarters has been smashed inwards
MISSING:
a lifeboat, it appears to have been cut free
a half-sword, chainmail, rations of food, wine and water
confidential documents detailing the true numbers in the iron fleet (only morra knows of this)
pouch of gold dragons from the captains quarters
TASK:Â
MORRA / HANNAH: write a letter to your eldest brother the ruling lord greyjoy in first person format. strictly informing him of what has happened, the potential traitor in the crew (red harras), the missing documents and letters, ultimately asking him to join you in sunspear in the wake of the attack.
 OUTSIDE ELIAâS SMILE â nicholas.
   NICHOLAS / CHERYL: with each step, you find your anger growing, your thirst for revenge seeming like it would be near insatiable... but then, in the darkness of the dornish evening, your feet hit a semi-solid lump near tripping over, and a choked groan leaves the âlumpâ â which you now realize is a man. you look down in surprise, eyes focussing in the shadowy lamp-lit street, to see a man. he is shirtless with blood streaming from a messy head wound, giant bruises upon his chest and abdomen, his face horribly beaten up and mangled.  your first instinct is to kneel to help, but you pause as you recognise (just) the beaten mess at your feet. some of those bruises you know are yours from earlier... but when you were pulled away the fool had still been able to stand.
the man gasps, coughing pitifully as he struggles to breathe, but before you can decide what to do, a shrill scream assaults your ears and you instantly look up from the wheezing, likely death-bound man to see the elegant signage of ELIAâS SMILE, dorneâs famed brothel.  you lock eyes with a dark-haired woman surrounded by other prostitutes as she stares at you in horror, disgust and fear. you open your mouth to explain but she points her trembling finger at you,  âlord lannister came to finish the job, he was the one who beat up my sweet ulwyck and now he's murdered him!â  the woman shrieks, sobbing as the other women wrap their arms around the woman.
then all hell seems to break loose around you. more dornish townsfolk, drawn out by the screams and sobbing, gather around the scene with their faces contorted in rage, all seemingly condemning you as guilty. you try to convince the hoard of dornish men and women that ulwyck is indeed still alive, but they dare not approach you, nor do they seem to believe you. shouts of âmurderer!â âforeign dog!â only draws more attention to the scene... but then among all the hostile faces of strangers you see a face you recognise, the only one with no fury in their gaze â itâs LOREN SERRETT ( @lordlorenserrett ), your brother's master of coin.  you decide to push through the crowd, trying to keep a blank expression in front of the mob hurling insults at you. grabbing hold of loren serrett, the two of you begin to quickly make your way back to the festivities, going through the backstreets to avoid coming across any more angry locals. you are in shock and furious upon the realisation that someone has set you up to look like a brutish and corrupt lord commander.Â
TASK:
NICHOLAS / CHERYL:Â Â 1x1 thread with loren serrett who had been sent by arryk to keep an eye over the lannister lion; though it looks as though loren was perhaps too late. persuade loren serrett that you were not responsible for the state of the man, that you are being set up, and try to ensure that he keeps this between the two of them. work out which one of you will be the one to inform king arryk.
OOC NOTE:
if you have been assigned a task or paired thread, (not everyone will be, it is again up to  chance!)  please do complete it as we have put a lot of energy and time into creating these and tailoring them to each character or pair. there is no word count minimum, or any conditions save for completing the task within a fortnight/14 days of it being posted.   we cannot stress this enough: it does not need to be long, the point is to have your character react to what has happened to/around them. unless you have spoken with the admins, if you donât complete the task, or respond/reply to the paired thread it will affect your activity come the applicable check, as well as this your character will not be eligible for the next random event selection.
 while this may seem quite stern, we donât mean it to be. though we must impress that the admin and mods put several hours of work into these posts, we know and love how you all get very enthusiastic at the idea of the random events, and we are ridiculously excited to bring them to you all, but it is very discouraging when nothing comes of the plots we post up and we have noticed this has been happening.
 if you have any problems please let us know via the main blog, but in the mean time â
      THE FABLED D&D DICE OF IRONFORGED HAVE BEEN CAST âŠ
@captain-morra / @nicholaslannister ⊠for better or worse you have been selected!
    â±â±â±Â observing the festival of MIDSUMMER, the dornish throw a ball with bonfires, feasting, singing, dancing, re-enactments of fantastical stories and fables... with all the finest of westeros and further lands it is said to be the greatest celebration in dornes history.
      â±â±â±Â HOUSE MARTELL encourages you all to dress in your finest, as the midsummer ball is a celebration of light and colours.   men and women pained in only gold body paint and jewelled chains carry trays of fine foods and drink, under large tents of coloured fabric tables laid out with rich foods and marinated meats, fruit and nuts and cheese and wine.  lanterns hang from the branches of trees and tent poles, creating a mystical glow in the late-evening dim.
  â±â±â±Â  for those who wish to enter, house martell also crowns a SUMMER GOD & GODDESS, who are invited to show off their sun and gold-themed attire, in a fire-framed display in the hour after sunset.  followed by gymnastic displays, dancers and various minstrels and instrumental performers.
     â±â±â±Â  as JOYFUL a celebration it is, who knows what may transpire in the dark of night when eyes are averted and the sounds of music drowns all else out?   none the less, this is the last celebratory event before the heads of the kingdoms will meet behind closed doors to determine the fate of westeros.   take the time now to indulge yourself in the lavish, sensual and rich beauty of the MIDSUMMER BALL.
OOC
COMPETITION: THE SUMMER GOD AND GODDESS
 if you wish your character to enter please make a graphic depicting what your character would wear. keep in mind this is seperate from any ball attire, and is to be sun and/or gold themed.  a VOTE will be taken to determine which two will take the tiles.