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For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

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I would gift you with time with Laurel if I did not think he would be fearful without my tender touch.

I cannot say the same for me as it may be for her. I am dead in my realm, slaughtered by my own brother. There is nothing left for me.

I am far from Caer Glaem, alas. Another time.

You are not dead here, Lord Renly. I should think that holds some weight of its own, what with this the Realm between Realms, and somewhat everlasting.

I am sure he will await the meeting with glee.

I am aware. I am doing all I can to make a difference, both for those I adopt into my care and those that are related to me by blood.

Then your first life was a mold and your journey here only fractured it. Keep your titles, they belong to you as assuredly as your own skin.

You have family here?

T thank you for that. Many suggest that I abandon them as meaningless in this realm.

Yes, a nephew. Gendry Waters.

Many have not lived close to seven-thousand years or have the experience of what a life can become, how it alters and forks like a river. Nothing in life is stationary, especially the hearts of people.

Gendry? Siladhiel's friend. Sansa of House Stark, as she has recently unveiled herself. I know him.

Hearts are suck fickle things, true enough. They can be turned in an instant or become as hard as steel.

Sansa is one of my wards, alongside her sister, Arya. Gendry is the son of my eldest brother, Robert.

Sansa is very dear to me. I would welcome the both of you to my Halls as guests, when I have settled.

It would be a pleasure to come to your halls, your grace, to see you in person. I would bring Laurel to introduce him to one that might best speak with him.

We shall have something of a wait before us, I fear. This will be the fifth time I have delved a home for my people, and hopefully the fastest.

[ Since he kind of got the speediness down in the past, what with Sauron nipping at his heels. ]

Edited 2014-10-03 13:29 (UTC)

Take as long as you need. I fear the both of us are attempting to make settlements for our kin, no matter how hard. I only wish for my wife and my family to be safe here.

I have my son with me, but his mother has been lost to us for so long that I fear even the power of the Drabwurld is insufficient to reach her.

Edited 2014-10-03 13:39 (UTC)

I am sorry for that. I am sure that your son is your highest priority, as my own would be had I one to my name.

You mentioned your wife. I spent some time in Caer Glaem, would I know the lady?

You could. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.

I recall the name and a brief meeting, but I don't believe we exchanged introductions. The feast we all about us, and a merry distraction it was. We spoke of how the lands of Men and Elves differed.

Edited (typing is hard with a puppy distracting you) 2014-10-03 14:08 (UTC)

That sounds like my lady wife. She is a curious sort and often eager to learn.

As beautiful as any she-elf, to be sure, and a blessing to you.

May I speak with you face-to-face over the lockets, Lord Renly? I would know you better.

[ He switches the locket to video and he offers a soft smile, bowing his head. ]

Of course, your grace.

[ His smile is gracious, much preferring to look on the Man himself. Renly gains an inclined nod of his own, berries woven through a woodland crown. ]

Elvenking will do, as titles go. [ Your Grace, Your Majesty, they are all mortal terms of address; the correction is a gentle aside, and it does nothing to dim the pleasantness of his greeting. ] Well met, Lord Renly. You have the look of a Man of Gondor by my account, bright-eyed as you are. Do you hail from southern lands?

Elvenking it is, then. [ He offers a brighter smile, settling himself and tilting his head as he smiles. ] In my realm? Yes, I am a Southerner. I was born in the Stormlands, the ancestral home of my kin.

How fearsome it sounds, the Stormlands. It sounds like Rhovanion, where we have great trouble when the river swells.

The name is fitting for it's nature; windswept and often doused in rain, the storms coming and going as oft as the Storm Kings themselves. I am a child of the leading family, House Baratheon, and Storm's End is the home and lordship I was gifted by my brother.

Is it your desire to build a home here in such a place, perhaps on the coast where you might own your own docks and ships, taking the sea-storms as they come?

It would be pleasant, I admit. The king and queen here have been good to me, moreso than needs be considering, and a home of my own would be both comforting and safe for those I wish to protect. I do not think it would ever compare to Storm's End, all the same.

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