Velaryon Family/Monterys/Past and Future

Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon

CITY UNDER SIEGE Dwilight, three years ago, height of the Gold Sea Conflict. Monterys stood on the prow of the D'Haran war ship. Behind him, the largest fleet assembled in recent history was breaking the waves of the high seas and drawing near to their target - Golden Farrow. Ships of the Dragon Fleet were notorious for their speed and durability. They were built of solid timber of the Dragon Isles and the vicious heads of their war ships were known for terror and efficiency among the peoples of southern and central Dwilight. Recently their prowess became apparent for westerners too. As D'Hara joined their ally Westgard in the Gold Sea Conflict the Goldorans cried woe every time whence they spotted the islanders banner or heard the sound of their horns. Monterys was restless. This war was his opportunity to shine, the upcoming battle his chance to become a legend. A young and jaunty Madinan commander groomed under the wings of the Madinan Sun and then battle-hardened at the helm of the Sea Dragons knew that the next few days will determine the worth of his name. The legacy he will leave for the scions of House Velaryon and the Boreean branch was forthcoming. His campaign in the far west and the sacking of Itau already made the islanders adore him, but this was something different. As the Goldoran siege went on the Dragon Fleet together with Westgardian host were preparing to land in the city and break the siege. Every action and plan he made in this war lead to this moment and everything depended on the success of this campaign. This would also be the first time he leads into battle side by side with Gheric Arylon, the new King of Westgard. He exchanged hundreds of letters with him in the planning phase of the campaign and Monterys was eager to finally fight side by side. At that time little was known to him about Gheric, except that he was the son of Fisc Arylon, a legendary King of Everguard that even Montery's ancient forefathers feared and respected. Now, Monterys stood side by side with prime Arylonian blood and in charge of a host that will rarely be assembled again. As the city walls began to come closer and closer Monterys waited with suspense. He felt as if the storm that brew within him summoned all the storms of his life and he was ready for everything. As the drums of Westgard began to roar he ordered the horns of the Dragon Fleet to sound. A sonorous sound engulfed the bay of the Farrows as the first Goldoran arrows began to fall upon them. A few more meters and then it begins, he thought to himself just as he raised his shield to cover his head. Monterys was ready to burn his enemies with dragon's fire and pave his way to glory and not even death was going to stop him.

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon

BROTHERS BY FIRE Dwilight, three years ago, at the walls of Farrowfield. The allied army marched on to Farrowfield. The siege of Golden Farrow was easily thwarted as Goldorans were quick to lift the siege just to make a tactical retreat to the neighboring town. Reinforced by firm walls and manned by almost two thousand men the town appeared sinister and frightening, but the siege nevertheless began. First battle was a narrow defeat for Gheric and Monterys. Yet they pressed on again, despite the odds, for they knew well that the defending army had to be crushed if this campaign was to be a success that would turn the tides of war. Monterys was quickly swayed by Gheric's leadership. The King was regal in demeanor, fierce in battle and had the charisma of a roaring lion. Furthermore Gheric made several crucial moves in close combat that literally saved Monterys' life which only strengthened his devotion and sense of loyalty to this man. He rightly considered him a brother, not one who shared his blood but one born out of camaraderie and bravery. The fires that they've survived in these battles have only fueled their bond and their verve, and Monterys was ready to follow this man to the end if need be. And that end appeared to be near. Just as the second battle was underway the sky darkened by the maelstrom of arrows that came falling down from those deadly walls. Monterys raised his banner and signaled the charge of the islanders. At the same time Gheric lead the Westgardian host ahead. Monterys felt like he was synced to this man, somehow connected and ready to read his mind without ever having to talk to him. Through the hail of arrows their army lines pressed forward with no remorse or fear. Only thing that could be won by such a direct assault was glory, and glory was in high demand on that day. Ladders and siege towers were placed on the walls and Monterys quickly mounted one with his personal guards and found himself through the breach of the enemy lines. He quickly unleashed his twin blades from the scabbards and started to play his symphony of death. Melee was never just a means for him to kill. It was more, it was both poetry and beauty engorged in blood and he reveled in it. His twin blades danced like valkyries in his hands as bodies began to fall like leaves in autumn. An arrow pierced his leg, a blade cut his hand but he didn't care. His forefathers were looking down upon him and he knew that there was no turning back. Several hours later Monterys hoisted the D'Haran banner atop the tower in Farrowfield. The battle was won and the mayhem that stood below was terrible. Pools of blood and hundreds of wounded abounded as the carrion birds began to circle around, looking for aperture to begin their feast. Gheric arrived, too, his armor dented in several spots and his cape truly red from the onslaught he survived. "The Farrowfields are yours, my friend." Monterys made a small bow but was quickly stopped by Gheric's firm hands that took him by the shoulders. "Farrowfields are ours, brother. Ours." he said with a relief as both of them, exhausted and tired, sat down and gazed into the western skies. The future looked bright from that tower and they felt like nothing can ever stand in their way.

Monterys Velaryon

Roleplay from Lyanna Arylon

Lyanna had been in Sirion City for days, attending to general matters of state. It was a cold winter night in Sirion, and Lyanna could see the snow gathering outside in the courtyard outside the window of her elegantly designed study. Sitting on the table next to the hearth was a letter bearing a wax seal with an intricate stamp -- the royal signet of Gheric Arylon, High King of the realm of Westgard. Her brother. It had been months since they had exchanged letters. Lyanna had received this letter from her brother a week ago, but she was too nervous to open it, due to the contents of the last letter she had sent him. In it, she had noted the election of Monterys Velaryon as Prime Minister of Sirion, and she had asked Gheric of his opinion of this man with whom he had served in a realm half a world away. In their youth, he was always so adept at reading her moods and understanding what she was thinking. He would know... know that she was in love with Monterys. She had become immediately enamored with Monterys upon his arrival in Sirion. A rugged, handsome, dashing and adventurous man, he exuded a confidence, quality and sophistication that stood in stark contrast to the vapid, aristocratic children that seemed to frequent the Sirion court. He was charming and treated her with kindness, but also spoke to her as an equal. Her feelings for him were... substantial. To hell with him, she thought. If I intend to pursue Monterys that is my business. Not his. Angrily, she stormed over to the letter and grabbed a knife, slicing open the wax seal. Unrolling the parchment, she looked upon the dark ink written in the hand of her brother. Dearest Lyanna -- I am pleased to hear that you continue to prosper in Sirion, though I am disappointed that you have decided to give up your role in government. I hope that you at least consider seeking the office of Chief Justice, instead. While I'm sure you have managed the realm's finances well, your sense of justice and knowledge of the law is perhaps your greatest gift. Now, as to your question about your new Prime Minister, Monterys Velaryon... I have no brother by blood, Lyanna, as you well know. But Monterys Velaryon, regardless of his parentage, is now and will forever be considered my brother -- a brother forged in the fire of conflict. When I was crowned as High King, Westgard was in shambles. Our regions were crumbling, our territory was shrinking, and our military prospects were fading. Peace was impossible. I needed to find a way to recapture the initiative and press forward with the war, and give my people a remarkable victory. Restoring hope, and putting pressure on the Goldorans with a stunningly successful military campaign would be the only way to have the leverage necessary to end the war. In that moment of need, I found Monterys Velaryon. Serving as General of D'Hara, he and I worked together to develop a strategy to defend Golden Farrow from an overwhelming force, and then press forward to take the surrounding town of Farrowfield. Our plan was audacious. It was insane. It was probably impossible. Yet Monterys' bravery and his certainty of our success spurred me on. We marched together, with me personally leading the armies of Westgard, and he D'Hara. We stood shoulder to shoulder and fought together as brutal savagery took place around us. He saved my life. I saved his. At several points in the battle, it was only his composure and dedication to pressing forward that prevented calamity. In the end, we emerged with the exact victory I needed, and then followed it up by a stunning attack on Farrowfield, achieving my goal of taking the town. If not for him, I could not have created the Golden Farrow Accords, and ended the war. If not for him, Westgard would have evaporated from the pages of history. If not for him, I would be a beggar King. After the war, he decided to join me in rebuilding my broken kingdom, and came to Westgard to serve as my Lord Commander. Together, he and I pushed back against the nightmares in the west, and forged the largest and most prosperous territorial holding in my Kingdom's long history. I know what it is you are asking of me, darling sister. The answer from me is yes. I do approve. There is no better man that I have ever known than Monterys, and if it is your intention to join his family to ours, I will be able to call him brother in law, and not just by convention. You could not have made a better choice. I hope for your continued success, and give my former Lord Commander my best when you see him. Love to you always, Gheric. Lyanna smiled, a tear in her eye. He approved.

Lyanna Arylon