when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, lord artys, lord/ser kaito ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to cha eunwoo, mackenyu arata. as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ cha eunwoo, 27, cis man, he/him. announcing the arrival of ARTYS of house ARRYN, the LORD of THE EYRIE. whispers among the court name them to be both AMIABLE and SARDONIC in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in reading. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of a child who stayed under the bed prepared to catch the monsters until they became strong ;; you hid inside your books as to not try to see all the darkness around until you're left alone ;; doing things well by sheer hard work & determination but fueled by spite. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : annie, 28, she/her, pst ) filling: myrcella paege's betrothal wc
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ mackenyu arata, 30, cis man, he/him. announcing the arrival of KAITO of house DAYNE, the LORD / SWORD OF THE MORNING of STARFALL. whispers among the court name them to be both CHARMING and RECKLESS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in sword training. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of always having to be the loudest voice even if there's nothing to say ;; sometimes all they want to do is get lost in the darkness of the stars ;; trouble from the day they were born as they fight for survival. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : annie, 28, she/her, pst ) *ADOPTED
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when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, lady arwyn ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to anamaria vartolome as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ anamaria vartolome, 26, cis woman, she and her. announcing the arrival of ARWYN of house ROYCE, the LADY of RUNESTONE. whispers among the court name them to be both POLISHED and PERSUASIVE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in music and masques. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of gilded oleander—you are your grandmother’s treasured creation; you have had strings pulling at winsome limbs from the moment you took your first breath—a comely maiden—a prized broodmare, you reside within a gold-covered cage; a songbird that chirps prettily and performs when asked—a golden cage is still a cage, you are no songbird—you are a bird of prey; they did not account for the ravenous creature that lives inside of your ribcage—hungering for the chance to pry open the cage door and roam freely, you are unwilling to live firmly within the ornate encasing your grandmother has made of your flesh—you bite into the pomegranate savagely and delight in the red running down your chin; you consume the seeds because they taste like freedom. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : day, 25+, she and her, cst )
when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, lady nymeria, lady heir annaya, lord heir rohan, lady sybell mallister, liege heir ysilla farwynd ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to coco jones, jenna coleman, josh heuston, samara weaving, namtan tipnaree as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ coco jones, 26, cis woman, she + her. announcing the arrival of NYMERIA of house YRONWOOD, the LADY of YRONWOOD. whispers among the court name them to be both ENCHANTING and FICKLE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in song + dance. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the serenade of rich velvet , melodious harmony entwining with warm winds ; a smile bestowed upon the realm that rivalled that of the radiance of the unwavering dornish sun ; a golden pool rippling around graceful feet as dance whisks you towards the center of every room , resplendent in all your glittering grandeur. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : nakita, twenty-9, she & her, mst )
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ Jenna Coleman, 31, cis woman, she/her announcing the arrival of ANNAYA of HOUSE MALLISTER, the LADY HEIR of SEAGARD. whispers among the court name them to be both PENSIVE and CAUTIOUS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in literature. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of tidy calligraphy upon parchment, floorboards creaking below midnight strolls, the reflection of candlelight, and wistful dreams of wings. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : Em, 26, she/her, EST ) + helaena zalyne's pen pal wc
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ josh heuston, 28, cis man, he and him. announcing the arrival of ROHAN of house FARMAN, the HEIR to FAIR ISLE. whispers among the court name them to be both POLITICK and MESMERIC in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in reading and historiography. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the bitter taste of duty and all of its golden entrapments, gilded illusion gives way to tarnished ruin ( beauty and terror; a delicate balance ), pulling at the strings; the marionette performs as you desire / covered in red ( both arbor red and blood ), the remnants of blackened gentility—the reluctant heir to a lineage imbued with honor and fealty, the need to exist outside of the cage of morality and propriety; to lose yourself in the decadent appeal of the primordial—the euphoric, legacy is a burden to heavy to cast aside; too treacherous to take lightly—you are your father’s son and guilt acts like a noose wrapped around your neck. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : day, 25+, she and her, cst )
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ samara weaving, 30, demi-woman, she/her. announcing the arrival of SYBELL of house MALLISTER, the LADY of SEAGARD. whispers among the court name them to be both TRAILBLAZING and OBDURATE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in lyre playing. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of having your fill of delight, the spray of seafoam and salt coating your tongue; the crack of a dragon's egg, limitless in its future possibilities; a ripple of water and its echo – the reverberation of curiosity. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : ciel, twenty-eight, he/him, est )
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ namtan tipnaree, 28, nonbinary, she/they. announcing the arrival of YSILLA of house FARWYND, the LIEGE HEIR of LONELY LIGHT. whispers among the court name them to be both ENIGMATIC and APATHETIC in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in fishing. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the sky meeting a formless sea, a world of impenetrable fog; circling seabirds around the turrets of an ancient castle, their calls melding into a singular voice; a dark flower coaxed open to bloom, cloying the air with its hungry scent, beckoning you just one step closer. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : ciel, twenty-eight, he/him, est )
when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, feyre of blacktyde, prince-admiral kabir ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to sibylla deen, mahesh jadu as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ sibylla deen, 33, demi woman, she & they. announcing the arrival of FEYRE of BLACKTYDE, the SALT WIFE of THE HEIR OF PYKE. whispers among the court name them to be both ELEGANT and CLOSED OFF in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in candle making. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the smell of honey and salt that clings to her hair and skin + a feeling of utter isolation , but bared through for sake of love + faded memories of a mother she never truly knew. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : symphony, 28, she & they, pacific )
࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ mahesh jadu, 39, cis man, he & him. announcing the arrival of KABIR of house MORAQOS, the PRINCE-ADMIRAL of MYR. whispers among the court name them to be both CHARISMATIC and INTIMIDATING in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in cartography. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of imposing figure stood at the helm of a ship , silhouetted in storm + broad shoulders that carry expectations with pride + trying in vain to hold the wind in your grasp. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : symphony, 28, she & they, pacific )
when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, prince maekar ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to alexander ludwig as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ alexander ludwig, 32, cis man, he and him. announcing the arrival of MAEKAR of house TARGARYEN, the PRINCE of SUMMERHALL. whispers among the court name them to be both INGENIOUS and MERCILESS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in swordsmanship. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of a child born of fire and blood, yours is an inherited godliness—excellence comes organically to a son of old valyria, and yet—the ichor that flows in your veins is tainted; more flame than man—more malediction than kin, a dragon born with a fire too wild for the crown; too vast for a life of endless tranquility, you are your begetter’s weapon—your love is like a blade sliding between ribs; there is no softness to be found in a dragon destined to devour, not born to inherit but to ravage—you will consume until you’ve had your fill. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late.
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when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, liege raya ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to tamala shelton as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ tamala shelton, twenty-five, demi woman, she / they. announcing the arrival of RAYA of house STARK, the LIEGE of WINTERFELL. whispers among the court name them to be both STEADFAST and UNCEREMONIOUS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in scavenged charms and long horse rides. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of dark hair falling wildly over thick furs that were hand sown by someone else + sharpening a blade more out of habit than need while whispering to her direwolf like the world might listen in + bare feet on stone floors before sunrise, they always walk a little too close to the cliff’s edge . the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( dee )
when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, lord desmond, lady aarohi, ruling lord gwayne, lord heir renly, lady ariadne, lord roryn ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to david corenswet, charithra chandran, peter gadiot, glen powell, emilia clarke, tom glynn carney as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ david corenswet, 29, cis man, he/him. announcing the arrival of DESMOND of house UMBER, the LORD of LAST HEARTH. whispers among the court name them to be both OBSERVANT and SOFT-SPOKEN in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in writing. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of at least ; poring absorbedly in great fascination over mountainous piles of manuscripts, fictional books and tomes, ; forever ink-stained hands, ; a deep-seated yearning to travel the world. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : garnet )
ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ charithra chandran, 28, cis-female, she/her. announcing the arrival of AAROHI of house MORAQOS, the LADY of MYR. whispers among the court name them to be both THOUGHTFUL and INDECISIVE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in gardening and singing. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of soft hands massaging tension from the toughest of skin, the sounds of laughter and song along the ocean waves, and curious eyes watching you across the room. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : clem, 31, she/her, est )
ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ peter gadiot, 38, cis-male, he/him. announcing the arrival of GWAYNE of house HIGHTOWER, the RULING LORD of OLDTOWN. whispers among the court name them to be both CENTERED and JUDGMENTAL in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in swordsmanship and pottery. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of calm words pulling you back in as chaos swarms, strong shoulders bearing the weight of past oaths, and an icy glare that could freeze even the hottest of fires. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : clem, 31, she/her, est )
ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ glen powell, thirty five, cis man, he + him. announcing the arrival of RENLY of house GRAFTON, the MASTER OF COIN & HEIR OF GULLTOWN. whispers among the court name them to be both PRAGMATIC and ESURIENT in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in sailing, naval history & collecting rare coins. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of the plumes of icarus lost in seawater, to spin straw into gold is to weave your own funeral shroud, the touch of midas burning your skin, the dragon’s molten spreading too close to the bone, gold as the gentlest blade — for why swing a sword when you can buy the man that holds it? the gods may cry that rotten shall be the fruits of your labour, & yet you feel divinity ensnared between your fingers. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : nara, twenty4, she + her, gmt ) *filling the wc for sebastian grafton
ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ emilia clarke, thirty1, cis woman, she + her. announcing the arrival of ARIADNE of house GREYJOY, the LADY of PYKE. whispers among the court name them to be both DAUNTLESS and ACERBIC in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in sailing & travelling. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of sea salt waves crashing against the bottom of a ship, air damp with the promise of adventure — you were born of foam and storm, a kraken in the shape of a woman, with blood that sings like a war drum. you drink moonlight like you would wine, sail in the darkness as if it were daylight. every horizon calls your name in the language of water. ; you wear no jewels but those gifted by the ocean: corals and pearls torn from oysters, decorating your neck, your wrists, your ears. you are a creature of pride, and hours spent on your own, for there is no greater strength than learning how to succeed alone. ; your voice is the calm before the storm: soft, low, yet heavy with promise. you do not raise it often. true power lies in restraint, does it not? when you speak, your people listen, and you have earned that privilege, earned their respect. ; when elisabeth hewer wrote: “if you’re hungry enough you can stop caring about anything for as long as it takes to eat it.”. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : nina, twenty8, she + her, gmt-3 )
ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ tom glynn carney, twenty8, cis man, he + him. announcing the arrival of RORYN of house GREYJOY, the LORD of PYKE. whispers among the court name them to be both INDOMITABLE and MERCURIAL in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in axe throwing and night sailing. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of a man who is better knife than person ( you who asks god to send you a swordsman and god says ' look at your hands ' ) / sea foam and salt water coursing through your veins ( as from the sea you were born , and to the same sea your bones will return ⸻ for she speaks most honestly only to those willing to drown ) / the unabashed pleasure and certainty of doing wrong ( you who's hands have made some good mistakes ⸻ who's hands are always prepared to make better ones ). the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : bee, twenty6, she + her, est )
when the sun rises in the west, the gods eyes are drawn. may the seven have mercy upon you as we welcome you to court, lady adalet ! now a victim of the court, the bards compare your beauty to derya pınar ak as you play the game in the midst of seasoned nobles.
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࣪ᰋ𓈒 ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ derya pınar ak, twenty1, cis woman, she/her. announcing the arrival of ADALET of house TARTH the LADY of EVENFALL HALL . whispers among the court name them to be both PENSIVE and CYNICAL in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in astrology and games of chance. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of sun-kissed skin and dark, wide eyes that gleam with the reflection of stars - umber hair blows in the cold wind. processing grief by running away until it comes back to you in the middle of a sunny street on a beautiful day ( it'll never go away, but day by day it feels less like it’s strangling you and more wrapping it’s arms around you ⸻ suffocating, but tolerable. you accept it because you cannot outrun it. ) the weight of legacy burdens you like atlas carrying the sky: what happens if you fall / unable to / unworthy to. are you worthy , girl wrapped in silks and lace all pretty : desperate to be deserving. prophet ; dreamer ; fool ; speak of truths unbelieved, cassandra in the flesh ⸻ it devours, and you destroy. the satisfaction of self-destruction, it comforts to know you cannot fall any further, to lay against the cold hard floor. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their thoughts have lingered close to treasonous of late. ( ooc : marilyn, twenty2, she/they, gmt +8 )