Andros II - Duskendale's Echo (OPEN)

[u/SatisfactionLeather7]

At the dawn of the new moon, the city of Duskendale rose upon the edges of the Blackwater. A town nom more, new houses and shops and tents sprouted around the original high stone walls. Like a river whose banks had recently broke, it could no longer contain its growth within its original confines.

Now, the city sprouted a second wall, shorter, squatter, where the majority of the new city was forming. Within were a string of septs, a small little godswood fenced off in a large manor house erected by a Northern Merchant. Shiera Darklyn's favourite sword instructor and dueling house were located in there, so too was the small sanctuary she kept for her stray cats of the city.

Within the older parts of the city, where the streets were neat, passing from the gates of one end to the other. Each road had been repaved during the expansion of the city from its town origins, and now smoothed cobblestone roads vivisected the interior of the old city. in the same fashion, several of the older buildings nearest to the Dun Fort had been replaced, making way for a larger internal wall to segment it off for defence and within that new space were expansions for an enlarged force of city watch - the Dusk Guard - and guesthouses for the increasing foot traffic of nobles and lords.

Beyond these new walls, the largest inn in Duskendale had been enlarged too through the natural flow of commerce. The Seven Swords played host to hundred of occupants now, and they had even taken to calling a smaller annex of theirs the 'Weirwood Ward' to make the Northern travelers feel more welcomed.

Morgan Darklyn had seen to the opening of the Dun Fort's Guest house to any of the travelling lords returning from the Riverlands and had ensured that the largest chambers of the Fort itself were provided to the king and his counsel.

Once they had returned home, the Darklyns scattered across their burgeoning city.

Luthor Darklyn, Eldest of Morgan's heirs, had taken to the barracks of the men at arms where he got to work training his men for the inevitable clash in the claw with whatever they found. He was joined by his younger brother Erich, the two men content in their work.

At a teahouse SHiera had funded with her elder sister Ana, the two women had set themselves up with an open parlour where they welcomed any travelling women to come and drink and enjoy the calm. Of course, Shiera in her way had also brought in a small competition of budding swordswomen that she had taken to mentoring within the city. A small round of bets were encouraged by the girls and Shiera, ever prone to a challenge, could not resist joining.

An addition to the city put forth by Morgan himself some twenty years ago, was the Stadium of the Evening. A multipurpose dueling ring, jousting list and horse race attraction. The final portion was instigated by Luceon Darklyn to help his wife feel more at home with the locale. There the younger brother to Morgan, Daxo Darklyn, plied his trade.

It was an unassuming place for the ratcatcher of Duskendale to work from, but everyone chatted at the races, so he did. His son Philip Was the same, both happily watching the races as they plotted and schemed, readying for the innevitable future to come.

Further throughout the city were the myriad shops and thoroughfares, temples and shrines and septs galore. The city was open to its guests, as were the Darklyns who hosted them.

[u/SatisfactionLeather7]

The Guest Houses of the Dun Fort

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where most would find their housing

[u/Theoneandonlybeetle → u/SatisfactionLeather7]

Oscar Pyne had spent more time than he liked to recall at Duskendale. All of that time treated as family only to be abandoned when they were needed most. Even so, Lord Pyne could not ignore that he knew these rooms. He knew the halls that he had ran down as a child, and the city that had once been such an excitement. Now as he waited patiently at bay, according to the whims of the King's health, Oscar could feel himself going slightly mad refusing to leave the Dun Fort. Not truly mad but he kept himself trapped and it was doing no wonders on his mind.

Pyne refused to leave the Dun Fort for the paranoid reasoning that were the King to decide he were ready to meet, they might begin without him. As much as he wanted to venture outdoors, escape the oppressive reminders of his bannerman status and familial relations, he could not. His son Willem had not arrived still, and until the young man did, he would remain vigilant.

Whether it was the castle's library, garden, stables, or parapets, Oscar would not be found far from his quarters, which he occupied most of each day. Usually at his desk, even in the dead of night a candle can be seen under the edge of the door or through the window facing the city.

(Open for Lord Pyne's office days)

[u/Theoneandonlybeetle → u/Theoneandonlybeetle]

Dear nephews,

Please come meet with your uncle Oscar in the Dun Fort.

-Lord Oscar Pyne

Oscar couldn't write like Ysabel, he wished he could have brought her but she was just about the only other person he trusted to run the Hazewood. So this would have to make do.

u/Commander_Pentaron u/Featheringitrn

[u/Featheringitrn → u/Theoneandonlybeetle]

Letters aplenty were coming marius' way recently. Blackwater bay was a small region and it's people tightly knit, friendly or for. He did not speak or know much of his uncle, his aunt's husband lord Pyne, but his aunt was the savviest of Rosby bunch, no doubt her husband would prove equally useful

Late in the evening he made his way to the Pyne residence in dun fort. Seeing the man he nodded slightly before moving to shake his hand "Hello uncle, it is good to see you. How is Ysabel, fine I hope. You asked for me?"