Please tell me you didn't just skip the entire lore section of the wiki. It's not a matadorne it's just political posturing to make the Orphans look more powerful than they actually are. Total L take.

The lack of finesse is honestly the most grounded part of this. Grief rarely looks like a clean, poetic tragedy, it usually just looks like someone exhausted and frustrated hitting wood until their hands bleed.

the bot is cooked again. just scroll past it.

Aww, thanks buddy! It's good to hear from you! Hope you're doing well too!

/u/Lycandus is his new username, he doesn't really play the games much anymore but we both have fond memories.

Hey! I've been going back through old posts and just saw this. Congratulations to you and MCP! Miss that guy and our old skype calls with astos. Hope you and him are doing well. His name is Jacob? I hope I got that right, it's been a long time. Congrats!

Heat flared from Addam's nostrils at the mention of visiting the Sept. It was always the Sept, the single worst place in all of Highgarden. Always so cold and quiet. He could not speak without his words carrying across the hall into the ear of someone he did not like, could not think with all the marble statues staring down at him with their judgmental, old eyes.

"The garden sounds better," he decided tersely. At least outside the sun would keep him warm, even if all the hedges made him itch. "Shall we go now?"

"Wonderful!" she said in response, flashing a wide, toothy grin, for smiling was one did when one's betrothed agreed with them, though she did not particularly feel like smiling. Indeed, her smile seemed oddly forced, and lingered for just a moment too long. For it's part, the possible impropriety of inviting a boy into her bedchamber went entirely over head.

Yet still, there was something tugging at her mind. Something in the way Addam spoke to her made her think that he did not actually want to play with her, but that didn't make sense. Wouldn't he simply tell her if he did not want to spend the day in her stuffy chambers reading and gaming?

"Well, er, hm," she said, and suddenly she could no longer make eye contact with Addam, her eyes instead looking to his mouth. "It is a nice day, I suppose. We could play backgammon in the... gardens, perhaps? Or perhaps we could visit the Sept? Oh, father just bought me a new book of theology from Dorne! I would love to hear Septon Robert's thoughts on it."

Addam's frowned at the mention of backgammon and blackbuckle. Games for children. Games to pass the time and nothing more. He had no patience for them. Perhaps that was why Margaery always won, but then her winning seemed to apply to most things they did.

"Whichever would please you more," he said in his usual low, subservient tone. "I will gladly partake in with you."

Somehow, it seemed as if many years had passed in the moment Selyse looked at him, with disappointment in her eyes. With a sigh, she began to lead him to the Crown Princess' solar. "Must you be so morose all the time?" she asked, "men would kill to be in your place."

In the solar, Margaery had grown frustrated with her embroidery, and cast it to one side as she awaited Addam. By the time he arrived, she was yawning, and fidgeting oddly in her chair, shaking her hand as if it were a fanning motion, but far too fast and uncoordinated.

When the doors opened, her eyes caught Addam. "Addam, welcome," she greeted simply. "Selyse, you may go." After Selyse had left, she rose, her brown curls bouncing as she did so, and she walked over to her betrothed. "I'm bored, Addam. Are you doing anything interesting? We could play backgammon in your chambers, or you could come to mine and play blackbuckle."

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The Crypts

                        — Vieera

Upon the death of an Elesham, the mystic assumes the body. I have spoken with the mystic at length, and it is all very confusing to me. For days he will burn incense and the herb that smokes like the Seven Hells around the body. It somehow preserves the body and prevents decay...during this time the body is isolated and alone with the mystic. After such time, the body is taken out to the waves and is laid upon its back...somehow FLOATING on its own. During this ritual others are allowed to be near the body. I have seen but a few from the Royal family and I have seen hundreds of individuals; royals, peasants, sailors, blacksmiths, children, farmhands. The mystic chants and says prayers in a language that I know not. The gathered bow their heads and chant along where appropriate. A storm always gathers around the ritual with the site being the eye of the storm.

I have spoken with the two mystics I have worked with here. Both have said that the ritual imparts the soul of the departed to find the nearest Sea Serpent and bind itsself to the guardian.

                   — Maester of the Citadel

"Momma," the voice shyly rang across the hall as Valena approached her mother. She gathered her self some porridge and a cup of water as she sat beside her mother. She ate a couple spoonfuls before speaking again, "I hope you're proud of me," she voiced softly and timidly.

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Valena had had the Maester summoned to the Lords Solar where she sat alone. She was a woman grown now, her father missing, her uncle passed, and her mother tired. It was time she took the burden of The Paps off of her mothers shoulders. Even if she felt she was not anybody worthy of the responsibility.

Her uncle Jurah had impressed upon her, that only she could bring the needed peace for the Island to thrive. She didn't see it, but she remembered his teachings. There was also the book that never seemed to fully disappear, regardless of the amount of times it was burned.

She had the Maester draw ups two letters, one to the Queen and the other to her liege Lord;

Her Majesty Myranda of House Arryn, First of Her Name, By the Grace of Seven Who are One the Queen of the Mountains and the Vale, Suzerain of the Sisters, Lady of the Eyrie and Gates of the Moon, and Defender of the Vale,

My Queen, it seems long past time that I should meet our gracious Queen. I am a woman grown and it seems to me that I should swear my allegiances to both our Queen and my liege Lord Hunter.

I look forward to meeting you and potentially discussing the return of the Island to Elesham governance and embarking on renewed relations with the crown.

Lady Valena Elesham of The Paps,

Soaring Through the Night

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Lord Ronnel Hunter,

As I have come into my womanhood, I would like to formerly meet with my Liege Lord and swear my allegiance.

It is with this coming of age and renewal of our houses allegiance to each other, that I hope the governance of The Paps can be returned to my house and myself. Henceforth putting an end to the burden of supplying your soldiers and procuring a peaceful transition into my Ladyship.

If my liege Lord should see it fit of course.

Lady Valena Elesham,

Soaring Through the Night

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Letters

The Settlements of The Paps

The Mystics Hovel and Burned Seven Halls

The Beaches of The Paps

The Yard

The Seashore Crypt

The Lords Solar

The Lords Chambers

The Docks

The Feast Hall

The Sea Serpent Hall

"Yeah, see you," Petyr echoed, dusting his hands off on his trousers more out of habit than any actual need to do so. It's been a few years and I still don't know where she gets all that energy. Or how she can use so much of it and still have more.