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Agent Kovner, is sat waiting inside of the ship, equipped with her own customised jumpsuit, the face covered by a metallic mask and her Anti-Material rifle next to her.

Ser Duncan Tulgrad "Aye lad, he'll fall to my lance. Your brother is... Well he's a show-off. I've got experience in war. Don't you worry lad." Duncan patted his squire on the head and returned to his position at the door, nodded to the fragrant eunuch that walked past him into the throne room. Game master Today is the first day of the Hands Tournament, the tournament begins in several hours and many of the best fighters in Westeros are expected to compete, some of the more famous competitors are Thoros Of Myr, Loras Tyrell, Jaimie Lannister, Ser Gregor Clegane and many others.

Ser Duncan Tulgrad "That's the heir to Hightower? Gods help us..." Duncan replied quickly, he thought for a second. "Is your brother any good at jousting?" Continuing. Duncan had little motivation in the tourney before today other than riding against Ser Barristan, but The Lord Hightower had sparked fierceness in him that he hadn't seen since he fought the Grejoys. His mare was a patchy, lazy horse but she had never failed him before. All of a sudden Duncan's excitement for the next day grew more and more. Lord Michael Tulgrad Michael had arrived at Kings Landing to find there was no more room left in the red keep, something he was not surprised about, Michael and his bannermen managed to find a small, inexpensive inn to stay at. Michael would make his way up to the Red Keep each day to watch his son Gordon practise in the yard with the gold-cloaks. Michael had personally requested Barristan to spar with Gordon and due to their companionship on the trident, The Lord Commander agreed. Michael leaned over the walls to watch Barristan and Gordon train once a day. Barristan was pleasantly surprised by how quick Gordon was, but Gordon's lack of shield-love often led to Barristan bruising his lean body. Michael's yearning for a fight often overcame him, but he couldn't wield his hammer one-armed so he'd opted to fight using a Longsword, luckily Michael as left handed sadly this meant no shield for Michael. Michael heard footsteps behind him on the wall, he turned and was greeted by the pale face of a northerner, this particular northerner had auburn hair and brown eyes, he was followed by three guards with light leather amour and full metal shields emblazoned with a direwolf on the face. fucking Starks, fucking northerners Michael thought to himself, he'd never been a fan of them they were proud, honourable and fierce in many ways they were like Michael, except one. They were intolerant, to everyone else Michael was a bastard, born from infidelity. Despite Michael's real father being a gold-cloak and not Lord James Dilgan, Lord Dilgan sacrificed personal appearance to make Michael's life better, claiming he was the Lord's bastard. Michael never asked for it, but he was ever grateful, sadly in Dorne bastards aren't frowned upon so much and so neither was Michael. In the Northerners eyes, Michael should never have been given a lordship. After a couple more seconds Michael noticed who he was looking at, Ned Stark, newly appointed hand of the king. Michael nodded to the man as he walked past. Fucking hypocrite Michael thought to himself.

Because the wiki needs to get done me and Jackboot haven't had time to focus on Lore Backstory apps but we will be getting to them soon. We just lost a wiki-man so it could be good to have someone else on there, so yeah I support the application. And you've kind of kicked me back to dealing with these backstory apps, Danke.

Ser Duncan Tulgrad Duncan was deep in thought about the tourney when he could hear his squire shouting. Duncan turned down the hall before noticing Baelor Hightower, an oaf Duncan thought. He began a slow walk towards the arguing siblings gripping the hilt of his sword in one hand and clutching his helmet in the other. "You're dismissed, handmaidens." Duncan said in his authoritative tone. "Shouldn't you be tending to Sansa Stark?" Duncan continued. The handmaidens quickly dispersed from the hall, much to Baelor's dismay. "How can I help you Lord Hightower?"

Ser Duncan Tulgrad Duncan smiled, his squire had grown incredibly competent at getting his armor on and although Grey-Bane was still far too heavy for him, he had stopped complaining about carrying it. Duncan gestured to his sword, which the squire quickly buckled to his belt and the pair marched out of the white tower. "Ahh Ser Duncan" a smarmy voice spoke as Duncan left the tower with his squire to be greeted by the other Kingsguard excluding Ser Barristan. There was Ser Jaimie Lannister the Kingslayer, Ser Boros Blunt, Ser Mandon Moore, Ser Arys Oakheart and Ser Meryn Trant. All five were dressed as he was, with their white cloaks and enamelled armor. The others had refused squires, all but Ser Barristan. Due to the ruckus it causes when a white cloak dies. Ser Jaimie gestured and the other five followed, marching in unison with their hands close on their swords. Aeron trailed behind a little bit carrying Duncan's hammer. Their journey took them through alleys and streets until they finally made it to the gate. Their king had ditched the rest of his party, including his wife. And took Barristan so that he could go 'piss in the woods' All seven white cloaks marched with their king until they got back to the red keep, Robert left Duncan and Arys outside of the throne room to guard.

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Game Master When the majority of the lords arrived at the red keep they were told the castle held no more space for lords and their parties, and that most of them would have to find their own accommodation in inns. They were allowed to attend the court just as long as they weren't planning on sleeping there. With the exception of Nathaniel Tarth and Micahel Tulgrad who were given accommodation inside the keep. Ser Duncan Tulgrad Duncan turned, alarmed, with his manhood swinging freely only to be greeted by a squire who could barely breathe. Duncan hurriedly covered himself up, before taking the scroll, noting that the seal was unbroken he gave Aeron an assuring smile. "The king as invited us to a tourney, I think this was accidentally sent to me, however." Duncan thought to himself about the last time he'd seen the king, it was two months ago. Duncan had been instructed to stay and watch over the red keep along with The Lord Commander, only Ser Meryn and Ser Jaimie were allowed to accompany the king to Winterfell. an unwise move Duncan thought to himself. He looked up from the scroll to see the excited face of his squire. The boy was privileged and spoilt, growing up on tales of his uncle the White-Bull and other knights of the seven. Duncan was too kind to bring the boy into reality, the world would do that for him. "Fetch me my armor and my hammer then Aeron, now."

Goodbye old friend, I'm proud to have started Aurora with you, and I wouldn't have done it with any other person. You'll be missed sorely by me especially.

A message arrives at Quaddy's console. Sender: Raven.

The Reach had always been a fertile land but this summer it was as green as an emerald, Michael had always loved the Reach mostly because it was one of the few places in Westeros that wasn't a Dull brown or Grey. Michael's party was rather large in number, but the main retainers were; Lord Gawen Westerling of the Crag - a recent Vassal to The Lord Tulgrad. Ser Elys Westerling, a dear friend of Michael's that fought with him against the Men of Kings Landing in Robert's rebellion. Janos Sarsfield, Lord of Sarsfield and a loyal vassal to Michael. Ser Royn Castillion, Michael's brother in law and the last surviving member of house Castillion, besides the Lady Tulgrad. Ser Lysanuh Dilgan, Michael's bodyguard and adoptive-nephew a man of 21. Elizabeth Tulgrad, Michael's fierce niece and squire. And Michael's third son Gordon. Michael's thoughts wandered to his children. First to Duncan, a man of the kingsguard more famously known as the Hammer of the West, Michael was so proud of Duncan but devastated that he'd never be his heir; Then to Gordon, a lean boy of nineteen who was about to cement an alliance with one of Michael's old war compatriots, Varane. Then Michael thought about Varane. A man of Valyrian descent it was honestly a wonder the king had let him live. Michael walked, unlike most of his party, who proudly trotted along on their horses. Michael couldn't ride, a well known fact in the Westerlands. He didn't mind all too much, it kept him closer to his men and he loved it. Michael's feet began to ache in his fine, but fragile leather boots but before he could open his mouth to complain, the party came over a small hill and were greeted with the sight of the red keep.

"Agh perfect" Michael shouted in the hall of his castle, sitting alone on his small throne. His son Gordon was quick to enter when he heard the ruckus, "Father?" "Gordon m'boy, the kings having a tourney so that means you're participating." "Father, that seems unwise." Michael stands up, walking up to his son. "Gordon, Silar has yet to marry let alone have children, you're my hope, and with House Ceval at your back you'll be a strong ruler." Gordon nodded to his father slowly, "I'll get my sword". "Send a raven to Silar, tell him to come to High Hammer Hall at once, and tell him he's lord of the Hammer Hills while I'm in the capital" Maester Liam smiled "I'm sure he'll be pleased."

Your maester enters your room handing you a ravenscroll with the seal of Roberth Baratheon on it, if you open it inside is;

((The first GM post will be put up later today, people can still join after they'll just need to PM me. And I'll probably make a Skype OOC chat for us so PM me your Skype name if you've got one))

I coded in a plasma rifle a long time ago, but I think it was lost on one of the bay join ups.

...A mechanic which would be completely unaffected by what you're suggesting, regardless of whether or not we wish to implement it. The "meta" that it would modify is the balance of power. It would give Security more arms, which would lead them to feel more comfortable in situations where they really shouldn't be. A research facility has no need for military grade weaponry. Not even Lockheed Martin's Skunk Works has an armoury filled with military level equipment in it. And that is probably the easiest real life comparison that I can think up. Well, how about Police grade instead of military grade? (unless that's the same thing to you. But i'm american, police grade is only a tiny bit below military grade.) EDIT: Something I thought about military grade, this is a highly protected plasma research station (with top notch scientists, alien artifacts, plasma refining trade secrets, ectera.) with an emergency response team who could probably boast the size of a private army. Nanotransen is a mega company, and Tau Ceti has started to be a bit more unstable like Xander said. Aaand Lockheed doesn't have agents with the ability to detonate a nuke on the station knocking on their doors every few shifts. Rusty: Doesn't 22lr bounce around the inside or am I crazy? And i'm not talking about shrugging it off, i'm talking about stopping a .22 but not stopping a 5.56 and having it penetrate. Also we DO have advanced hard suits and space stations, i'm pretty sure somebody would invent a protective enough vest to stop .22 with minimal impact shock. P.S: And flanking would be a mechanic that effects it because if you're flanked and hit in the side, your vest could not take any of the damage and you'd be hit directly, so it'd be a mechanic with the new armor. You're referring to hollow point rounds, they're the ones that shatter and fuck up your insides, but lack as much penetration power.

((Just waiting on Eragong and Gollee. And then we can start ))

House Ranking: Major House House Ruler: Lord Michael Tulgrad Liege of House: Tywin Lannister(Casterly Rock) House Holdings: The Hammer Hills(High lordship) High Hammer Hall(Castle), Highever(Castle), Lion’s grave(City), Stonetrunk(Village), Eagle’s respite(Village) Grey-Bane(a Warhammer with a Valryian steel head, supposedly created from the sword of House Reyne, Red Rain.) House Members: Lord Michael Tulgrad, Age 60. Head of the family and Lord of High Hammer Hall and Highever. Victoria Tulgrad(Castillion) Age 50. Lady of High Hammer Hall and wife of Michael, cousin of the now extinct House Reyne. She was born in Dorne of a Reyne cadet house. Duncan Tulgrad, Age 30. First son of Lord Michael Tulgrad. Knight of the Kingsguard knighted at the age of 21 during the Greyjoy rebellion and offered a place on the Kingsguard shortly after. He earned the nickname the 'Hammer of the West' when he first wielded his father's old hammer in the Greyjoy rebellion, though he was captured in the fighting many believe he killed all of Balon Greyjoy's personal guard in his last stand. When his father melted Red Rain into the old war hammer, Duncan named it Grey-Bane so that the Greyjoys wouldn't forget. Silar Tulgrad, Age 25. Second son of Lord Michael Tulgrad. Silar is the Lord of Highever but his brother’s joining of the kingsguard made him Heir to the entirity of the Hammer Hills. Bryant Tulgrad, Age 22. Third son of Lord Michael Tulgrad. Byrant was beginning preparations to leave the Hammer Hills for the knight’s watch when his father last saw him, but Bryant hasn’t been seen since he left, nor was he reported to have arrived. Gordon Tulgrad, Age 19. Fourth and last born son of Lord Michael Tulgrad. Gordon was never as strong as his brothers but was deadly with two daggers, he originally planned to leave for Essos but his father insisted he stay to marry Inyse of House Ceval to solidify an alliance. Gordon studied the most with the family’s maestar and is considered to be the smartest of the lot. Monroe Tulgrad, Age 56. Younger brother of Michael Tulgrad, a gifted blacksmith, Monroe never wanted land or titles, just a space to hone his craft. Monroe was recruited to Casterly Rock shortly after Robert’s rebellion and personally reworked Valryian Steel into the hammer of his elder brother. Elizabeth Tulgrad, Age 16. Only child of Monroe Tulgrad, Elizabeth is wild and uncontrollable, often looking for adventure though she is a woman, Monroe managed to convince his nephew, Duncan the High Hammer of the Kingsguard to take her on as a squire, despite her never being able to recieve a true knighthood. House Sigil: Walls as strong as our hammers House History: Michael was born in 238AC to a prostitute. This prostitute couldn’t look after the boy so he was shipped off to Dorne to be fostered by a Young James Dilgan. The prostitute was rumoured to have been a Valewoman descended from the Mountain men of the Vale. Michael was raised with the family until his twentieth birthday in which he left the Lord’s care and went to seek out a good fight. For two years the young boy wandered the country looking for a good fight, often competing in Melee’s as a mystery knight, more often than not he was bested. After many failed Melee’s michael was close to giving up hope, until he realised he was using the wrong weapon. Michael was no good with a sword, but with a warhammer he beat the young Squire Barristan Selmy in a tourney in 259AC. After this the Squire and Michael became quite close, until Michael left for the westerlands to pledge his service to Tytos Lannister, the Gentle Lion. In 260AC the war of the ninepenny kings began and Michael had been assigned as a squire to Jason Lannister, who led the Lannister forces to the stepstones. Michael watched as his friend Barristan slew Maelys the Monstrous. Michael killed his fair share of soldiers and although Jason Lannister perished in the battle, his nephew didn’t. Tywin Lannister was knighted by his father Tytos, who in turn Knighted Michael as well, granting him a small keep sworn to house Reyne which Michael named High Hammer Hall, because of it being on the highest hill in the region. Only one year after the end of the war, House Reyne began to plot against House Lannister. Michael knew where his loyalties lay and he rode for Casterly Rock as soon as he found out. Tywin already knew, and despite Lord Tytos’ objections, Both house Tarbeck and Reyne raised up in rebellion. Michael went with Tywin to Castamere where the Reyne’s and Tarbecks were crushed. Both of the families were wiped out and Michael was gifted all of their lands due to his loyalty. Lord Michael was only 23 at the time, but he didn’t dare set foot inside Castamere again, preferring to hire men to crumble it as much as possible. Over the years Michael built several new settlements using the wealth of House Reyne to do so. He built two massive castles, High Hammer Hall and Highever. He also constructed a city on the ashes of Castamere, calling it Lion’s grave. During this time Michael married one of the last remaining members of Reyne blood. Victoria Castillion in a marriage of love. By AC280 Michael had solidified his hold on his lands and was ready for a lasting peace, his wife and children around him. Sadly this was also the year Rhaegar Tagaryen kidnapped Lyanna Stark and sparked a civil war. Tywin Lannister stayed silent through the war for a many months but Michael was loyal, he raised his armies and marched to kings landing, where he met the young Rhaegar for the first time. Michael followed Rhaegar to the trident, but when he saw the young prince killed by the Usurper, Michael dropped his hammer and waited to die. Robert spared Michael for his bravery and had him taken to Tywin. Tywin was waiting outside Kings landing and Michael was glad he’d been taken back to his king. Only to Michael’s dismay, when the gates were opened the Lannister men were ordered to sack the city. Only a few days later the king was dead, murdered at the hands of Jaimie Lannister. Michael had made a few friends in the war, including Varan Ceval and Robert Baratheon. He went back to his keep intent on living out the rest of his days without another war. Only a few years later house Greyjoy rebelled against King Robert and Michael was forced to go to war yet again, instead of heading to Pyke as many of the lords did, Michael took his men to the seat of House Drumm, where he killed the ruler but lost his right arm in the fighting and slew the last surviving member of the house, taking back the Valryian steel sword, Red Rain. With Michael's arm gone he decided have his brother melt down Red Rain and forge it into his son's warhammer, which Duncan aptly named Grey-Bane. Michael now resides in his lands, praying for not another war.

So with the new season starting to come out I wanted to do a game of thrones roleplay. So how it'll work is you can be any members of any house you like, if you create your own house then make sure to go in detail about the family members if you can Alright I'll set the scene now. The year is 298 After the Conquest. The beloved Hand of the King Jon Arryn has died in his sleep and his wife and child mourn for him. The King, Robert Baratheon first of his name, has rode north to Winterfell with a contingent of courtiers and soldiers, including Ser Meryn Trant and Jaimie 'Kingslayer' Lannister of the Kingsguard. Rumours are circulating Westeros that the King plans to pin the badge of Hand of the King on Lord Paramount Eddard Stark, warden of The North. In the East the Beggar Prince and his younger sister of age 13 are being fostered in Magister Illyrio Mopatis' manor and people are speculating that they plan to cross the narrow sea with an army of horselords at their back. The crown has sent the exiled Ser Jorah Mormount to uncover the truth. 'Character' sheet. (If you don't want to be a noble house, just give me a backstory and name for your character and that'll be fine ) House Name: House Ranking:(Minor House, Major House, Great House, Knight House) House Ruler:(Head of the house) Liege of house:(the person your house owes their fealty to) House Holdings:(what they own) House Members(Feel free to just do the ones you'll be playing as, or the ones that'll appear.) House sigil:(feel free to just describe this, a picture would be better if you can House words:(family motto) House History:(how they were formed or where they can trace their ancestry) Some rules before everyone starts posting, I'm willing to change things, for example if you wanted your newly created house to be lords of Dorne then that's fine. If you wanted to add a fourth Lannister child that's fine. Just make sure to specify in your character sheets that you're changing something from the original lore. We're starting basically at the beginning of the show and we'll be reacting to the events from the show with our roleplay. Some resources if you're confused about the timeline or lore Timeline: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/lv?key=0Aj_uNZmcJaTddG9BVU5tRnJJTE5KcE5JRkFha1ZfNUE#gid=8 Wiki: http://www.awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Main_Page

I think this would take away from the AI's already limited power as an antagonist. One of their only abilities is to be able to trap people, they already have a hard enough time doing so with engineers, but if the AI can get rid of power then they actually have a chance to trap the hard hat. Sadly what you're suggesting would get rid it

Martial Law.... God those were the best events. Mutiny should become like Martial Law, in a sense it already is.

I'd love this, you'd also want to add in that the littler people would be faster to move. And as much as I'd love to make Michael actually stronger and fatter than everyone else, it just might not work very well.

You're applying for all the head roles not just CMO, I'll change your title for clarity.

Pls. This is all I've ever wanted.

I have to agree with Glam. ERT is a full time thing.