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  1. Gawen Hightower

    Gawen Hightower Lord of the Hightower

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    Unlike the other De Jure Kingdoms of Westeros, the Reach did not unify under one King. Rather, it split into four Separate Kingdoms. Each Kingdom commanded great wealth, and extremely fertile lands.

    However, the Four Kingdoms of the Reach could do little to deter the ambition of the surrounding Kingdoms. Individually, they lacked the manpower to repel any incursion into their lands. But together, they commanded a force larger than any in the continent.

    As such, the Kings of the Reach would come to terms on a defensive pact. In the face of adversary, the four Kingdoms would unite their armies. Together, they would ward off any attack on their lands.

    Following the death of King Lorence Hightower, his son and heir: Gawen Hightower, ascended to the Oldtown Throne. As King, his paramount duty was to ensure the safety of his Kingdom. To this end, the young King sought to renew the agreement with the other Kingdoms.

    From atop the Hightower, ravens soared. Tied to their leg, each carried a letter bearing the seal of the King. Each contained an invitation to Oldtown for its respective King, and a request to reaffirm the Kingdom’s defensive pacts.
     
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  2. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    In truth, Raymond Fossoway after being respective king of his land for a year, nearly two, there was a question on how he was to handle this upcoming matter of attending this diplomatic meeting. As he was aware, it was but a simple meeting to ensure that the defensive pacts between the kingdom of Hightower with the rest of the Reach. In truth, this was likely to be a complicated matter of attendance based off the fact that as most of the Reach should be aware, one of the four Kingdoms had married into the House Lannister, and the Lannister's intentions of expansion and re-unification of the Seven Kingdoms was not unknown. How the Reach Kings and Lords would work together within this coming generation would be crucial to success and maintaining of their independence.

    Or so one would think. Grandson to the Storm King Baratheon, and the King closest to the Blackwater Rush and the crownland territories, Raymond had found that his father was indeed a crafty man when it came to maintaining close alliance and relations in order for the independence of the Mandervale. The question was if the other Reach Lords would agree that they wished to maintain the status quo. As King Gawen Hightower sent his invitations, from the grown toll castle of New Barrel, the king Fossoway would arrive, the green apple banner on a field of yellow and a company of nearly sixty cavalrymen in addition to these members.

    Seven which would be King Raymond's Kingsguard. Ser Mason Appleton, Ser Jon Caswell, Ser Horas Footly, Ser Ellas Merryweather, Lord Commander Loryl Roxton, Ser Aeron Caron, and the only non noble, Ser Yoren the Doubtless. As they trot along their rounseys and desteriers for this trip of leisure, the King Fossoway seemed pleased at having the prospect to travel. A light smile on his face, he looked forward to seeing the tallest structure in Westeros and gazing at the wealthy port. Yes, the Hightowers, the naval power with over a thousand ships. Truly a terrifying prospect considering Lord Redwyne.

    However, Raymond had his own advantages. Control over the vast majority of the Rose Road, and control of the river Mander and its forks, allowing him to boast quite possibly the most fertile of the Reach Lands and the highest of populations to draw from considering people's dispositions to settle nearby the rivers. Many smaller houses were underneath his call, which made him wonder. After this discussion and gathering of peace, what would he do in the event that not all of the Kings wished to maintain independence? A food for thought.
     
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  3. Cerran Blackwater

    Cerran Blackwater Lord of Highgarden

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    House Blackwater was a very unorthodox House. Their mercantile leanings, paired with often times unsavoury dealings, brought forth much wealth and influence across the Narrow Sea. At home though, things were...different. The mantle of an upjumped was a difficult one to shed. Especially when the family embraced it. Their friends were often not of the same station but they were powerful. Sellsword Captains, Guild Masters, Courtesans and especially... Bankers.

    King Byron Blackwater then, was the opposite of his House in everyway. He knew that his most recent blood was noble, as well as of Kingship. The snickering of other highborn mattered little and thus as the Blackwater party came into Oldtown, flag bearers raised the sigil proudly. A flaming chain, green, bendwise sinister on smoke-grey. For the King himself, his personal sigil was that of a flaming arrow bendwise, across a smoke grey field. A sigil that many Blackwater King's personally took up. Showing excellence in not just archery but warfare. As well as cunning to which the family boasted of for generations.

    Couldn't fault them, unlike others their accomplishments were as recent as their status. Who else could claim to have nearly killed a dragon and let so many successful expeditions? Even then, that alone did not drive King Byron. No, no... he genuinely had the heart of a Knight. Modelled his life after it. Leaving the family business to others, such as his cousin, Lord Rickon Blackwater, whom accompanied him. He was Lord Byron's Hand of the King as it were. With the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, riding along his right; being Ser Manford Rowan.

    Like the Mandervale King, he brought about 65 men in addition to his Kingsguard but as for his courtiers? Only one would serve as such, the very reluctant young woman, more maiden really by first blush. She was sharing his horse, not because she could not ride. Quite the contrary, she was excellent at it. No, this was punishment. "I don't want you thinking you're some Dragon Princess. You're not in Essos and the silly nickname shouldn't be indulged anymore." The King spoke, lecturing maiden.

    "Now, what are you here to do?" came the demeaning follow up question. As if it hadn't been drilled into mind a thousand times on the way here. "I'm to listen and observe, as well as support my future husband." to which she very reluctantly looked to Lord Rickon and then immediately looked away.

    "Try to sound like you mean it. Your Queen Mother, as well as my own Mother, spoiled you too much. This situation you're in? It's your own fault and I don't like it anymore than you do." he'd reply, effectively ending the little conversation as they pulled in to the city, awaiting the city watch to escort their party to battle island and the High Tower, respectively. There, King Blackwater could see what kind of man his cousin's son, had become. As well as to...make some requests, if the young man really did wish to renew this pact.
     
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  4. Reynard Florent

    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Cresting the hills a mere distance from the city which pierces the sky was the last, though by no means late, party. Three banners bearing the easily recognized orange foxed wreathed in azure flowers of the Florents approached at their own pace, neither quick to arrive nor slow to annoy. Small, comparatively to the others, Reynard brought only a handful of soldiers and courtiers, and with them a singular knight, the aged Doran Norcross.

    Such as it has always been for the Florents in these recent times. Despite their claims on the entirety of the Reach through the historic figure Florys the Fox they have been lax on proclaiming it, saving their pride for items more deserving of their attention.

    "To appear weak while possessing strength is your greatest advantage," the words echoed through the young king's mind,"But take caution when wielding this facade. Project it for too long or too far and it will surely gather hungering beasts." One of his father's many lectures in an attempt to leave Reynard capable before he passed. A pity such things were cut short though the King was somewhat content he longer had to dote over the man.

    With all its splendor the King of Brightwater never got tired of the sights of the city, nor its giant pillar. The smells, for better or worse, fed the sense of nostalgia he had felt when first crossing the threshold and entering the city with his father during the declaration. Simpler years, came an impulsive thought before he shook his head.

    "Best behaviors," he called over his shoulder to the party of twenty-five. He took his personal banner from Norcross as they approached the gates, tilting it somewhat to rest the pole upon his shoulder. Few and humble, few and humble. Reynard mentally prepared himself for the exercise in patience and maneuvering to come.
     
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  5. Gawen Hightower

    Gawen Hightower Lord of the Hightower

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    The Kings of Brightwater, Highgarden, and the Mandervale had accepted Gawen’s invitation. Travelling from across the region by horse, each congregated on the city of Oldtown. Each with thought to discussion of martial matters.

    At the gates of Oldtown, a representative awaited each of the King’s esteemed guests. Upon arrival, each was greeted, and escorted through the large city to the tallest structure in all of Westeros: The Hightower. There, they ascended the tower into the skies.

    Within the throne room, Gawen sat upon his throne. Dressed in regal attire, he was unarmed, and unarmored. Though, he was flanked by his King's Guard.

    My honoured guests.” Gawen began, reciting the ancient custom of Guest Right. “Be welcome within my walls and at my table.” He said, gesturing to the surroundings. “I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven.

    Per tradition, the King's servant offered each guest bread, and salt for which to dip it in. As the King who invoked the custom, Gawen was the last to consume the offering. With his bite, the pact was sealed.

    Your weapons.” Gawen motioned to. The King’s Guard relieved the young men of their weapons, for a guest had little reason to be armed in these halls.

    You’ve had quite the journey.” Gawen said, followed with a smile. “You must be hungry.” The young King rose from his throne, and gestured towards the large dining table at the center of the room.

    The table was adorned with succulent food, and the finest wine from The Arbor. Servants stood still, ready to wait on the King’s guests. “Sit. Eat.” Gawen said. “We will discuss matters over dinner.
     
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  6. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    Raymond of House Fossoway was a Knight. However, before he was a Knight. He was a firstborn son and a King as of now. When he saw Gawen of House Hightower, he momentarily thought about how odd the man looked, for the Reachman had never seen a man with the silvery hair that was mentioned in tales of Old Valyria, or of House Dayne, and or the old House Targaryen that once ruled over the realm. He tried not to betray his face with surpise, but when noted, he attempted not to stare, and instead wanted to remain gregarious, friendly, and putting on his best diplomatic appearance for what should be a simple meeting.

    Standing before the other three Kings, Raymond would be the first to step forward and offer himself with his arms open in brotherly embrace to the King if he would so accept it, his strong arms embracing the Hightower King with a firm hand patting his back. With it, he would speak forth. "Then I thank you for your welcome, and may the Mother's Mercy have been bountiful in helping all of us through these tumultuous times King Hightower. I am aware the plague must have struck your lands hard." He firmly steps aside, and with it pulls his longsword from his belt, firmly offering it to a servant and or some other attendant who would take his blade.

    Raymond Fossoway stood tall, six feet at the least, a thick and luscious beard which had been well trimmed for this meeting, jet black hair, and coal black eyes. He only then after being disarmed and greeted with a brotherly touch would take the bread and salt provision of which was tradition, firmly taking a bite before looking upon the table with every kind of course it seemed, and only the finest Arbor Red and Gold. Looking ahead, he would firmly consider what was offered. Many of his men had been paid and were free to explore Old Town and splurge their wages if desired, but only his Kingsguard were present now. Uncertain if they were to remain and or leave, and with it, King Raymond speaks.

    "Enjoy the city. It is not a daily leisure to be able to explore a place of such history, culture, and grand wealth. Head off. Your king commands it!" He says with a soft authority, a twinkle in his eye as the men head off, and with it, he seemed to not fear isolation amongst strangers, at least outwardly at this brazen move, for with it, he looks to seat himself somewhere close, but yet also not too close to the rest of the entourage, awaiting everyone to gather. Then, he remained silent for everyone to seat, and for them to be addressed and served. Discussion on business and politics was something they could do together at the comfort of the table. If not then, perhaps afterwards. After all, these individuals hardly knew one another. It would be fitting to make acquaintance and make small talk niceties after all. There were many things one could learn from another at the table.
     
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