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12/25/2021 10:08 PM
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The Witcher Lore
Leynia Reed is born in 1220 in Blaviken to a hunter and a tavern wench who she rarely remembered as her mother soon passed when she was four and her father raised her with the help of her mother's sister, Yena. In the year 1230 and having only begun to show interest in her father's skills as a hunter, she witnessed the attack done by Renfri and her goons and though she watched from a hidden aclove, she didn't think that Geralt of Rivera, the Witcher, was fully responsible for his actions that day and grew up learning her father's trade as well as trying her best to tell those who consider him still the Butcher of Blaviken that in her gut she knew there was something else.
In her time becoming a hunter of normal beasts, she took her time to move from town to town, learning what she could of the monsters that still live in the shadows, including the myths of dragons and what she really wanted to fight: a Griffin. She had soon spent three years hunting any sign of a Griffin when she came upon White Orchard in which came from the mountains down into the valley and took a poor man's cow and she had spread word in which she was looking for a Witcher for the task and see if a familiar Witcher from her childhood was still alive.
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05/04/2020 11:42 PM
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The Druid Trifold Flower (Samuel and Catriona)
Legend has it that there was an enchanted necklace, known as the Trifold Flower, that has been passed down from maternal druid to the next, but after 1630, it had disappeared into the mist just like the Pagans of Scotland. Only written knowledge of such thing was said to be in the hills of Loch Lomond, but no one has been successful in locating it.
December, 1629:
Catriona MacKenzie, had followed her father and mother to a clearing, something hidden in the piece of cloth her mother hid so well. She wondered if it was the English that were trying to grab it from them and her parents were showing her, when her time came for the trifold flower, an heirloom her mother’s mother had from her mother and it went up the line to the first Druid. Her mother had been crying, was it the burden too great for her to bear? Her father had been crying too, which was not normal. In all of her eighteen years, she had not once seen her father cry. “Catriona, you know we wouldn’t do this if we knew it would save you.” Her father said, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her father and mother began to chant in a more ancient gaelic, one in which the Druids of the Highlands knew as her mother kissed her daughter’s forehead and then all of a sudden, the last thing she heard her mother say was, “We love you.” Present day:
It had been a few centuries before the effects of the spell her parents had placed upon her began to wane, in which her body had been placed in a location off of Loch Lomond, Northwest of Glasgow, UK, the Trifold flower in full view around her neck, the metal seemed untouched with time. Where was she, as she got to fully use her arms, slowly leaning up, her head pounding as she tried to figure out what kind of spell she had been put under, was it to preserve their lineage? She was the last of her mother’s line, which meant had she been found, she might be dead. But was this fate better than being dead, she thought, before swinging her legs to the side, her muscles felt weak, and a dizzy spell came over her as she fell to the ground, hearing voices outside, she tried to move quickly out of sight, hoping the voices were not going into there. Her heart pounded as she anticipated either being found or the intruders will not come in.
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08/25/2018 08:41 PM
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Where Am I? (Lea and LOTR starter)
She bolted from her sleeping mat and was instantly overheating. The furs that covered her were not full of snow and the last thing she remembered was being at the Wall with her niece, Leynia II, and that the war for the living and the Dead was just beginning. She had promised not to run away, but something was off, looking down, it looked as though she was her young self, long before the end of the Rebellion her brother had started up. Her hair also seemed to be free of any grey-silver streaks she had remembered before waking up in this lush field.
Standing and shedding her furs, her dress also seemed new and different. She did not like this. "Alright, enough with the jokes, playtime is over. This better not be one of your games, niece." But no voice answered her back. Great, she thought, this time I didn't want to abandon my family and here I am away from my family again. What a good person I am. The opal-encrusted pommel her niece had given Lea was attached to her person, as the girl said that she didn't need the sword. That she needed it more. Even the life around her seemed off. No snow on the ground, and all that she was aware of was there was not even a single cloud in the sky.
"Am I even in Westeros anymore?" She asked, now fearing for the worse. Was this heaven? Did the Old Gods bring her here, because her path on the earth was done? She wasn't going to accept it. So leaving the furs on the ground, she picked up her sleeping mat and started her trek, arriving at a forest entrance, one that seemed dark and yet a voice called out to her, Follow the path, never stray. She did just that, her booted feet making little noise as she followed the path, wondering where she would end up next. Looking around, she then found herself being followed by something dark, something that she felt was tempting her to stray from the course she was now taking. "I will not stray," she kept repeating to herself, more and more as her mind now began to play tricks. Soon enough, she took a seat on the path and shouted, "You will not tempt me! I've been around long enough to know when you are lies and truths!" Living beyond the Wall had taught her that. Keep moving, the forests of Mirkwood will fog your mind more and more, she heard the voice and then shouted, "Get out of my head! If you can see me, show yourself!!"
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08/15/2018 12:04 PM
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Day one of training
Year 298, Dragonstone. Leynia "Little Doe"; 17 years old
Her arm ached, had it been only an hour since her father had given her a man to help train her with the art of the sword? It felt like days. Dressed in a pair of breeches, a tunic, and a corset underneath at her mother's advice, she honestly wanted to go back to her bow.
"Are you just going to give up?" the man asked, with olive skin, black hair and a body half of the young lords would kill for. But for Leynia she was not affected by it. "We had just barely warmed up!"
"Easy... for you... to say, Damas," she said, knowing he was skilled in the art of the sword as he was a bastard from Braavos, he literally breathed in this kind of work. "I am... used to working... with a bow."
"Weakling," he said and then pointed at the opal-encrusted pommel of her hilt. "The man who gave that to you believed in you. Don't give up on yourself. Just like the man who had that made for you." He was right, as always. Lord Reed had believed in her and had gifted the sword to her when she was heading off on her own path. Just thinking about them, it sadden her immensely. Leynia wondered how Meera and Jojen were and hoped they didn't do anything stupid.
Bringing the sword up in a ready stance, she watched his movements, a new feeling bubbled inside of her, some sort of strength that renewed itself as she studied his actions, then she blocked his first attack, second... and then was disarmed by the third time.
"Good, now keep a light, but firm grip to keep your sword from being taken from you." He said and she gave a loud groan, wanting this to be over. "How long until we're done?"
"Until I feel you are learning." He said and she groaned again, This will be a long session, she thought.
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08/15/2018 03:07 PM
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The Old Doe
Year 300, Beyond the Wall. Lea Baratheon: 35 years old
Had the cold not bother this older woman with greys starting to show in her hair, the skin that once was smooth full of a few wrinkles? Lea wished she was back home, back in Storm's End, missing the sounds of her brothers banting and being obnoxious. But word travels through the far North as well, no matter how long it had been since she had seen her family.
"Lea, Mance wishes to see you." Tormund stated, and the older hunter stood, stretching her old bones and then moving from her small cabin and to a bigger one, one a traitor of the Night's Watch now resides as the Wildling King.
"You wished to see me, my lord?" She asked, and the older man, by about a few years looked at her, "Ah, Lea. Glad to see you're still kicking."
"Why wouldn't I be? Because I am a doe? The weather up here has seasoned me for over 17 years, Mance. While my bones ache, I will not let the cold bring me down." Her stance as proud, but not like how she was before the battle of the Trident. Age had been creeping up on her and she had not liked it.
"Why don't you return home? I am sure your family would enjoy you being there." He said, and he was true to his words. She would be happy to return home, but from how the Baratheons have been dying like flies, she shook her head, "I would rather die from a wright than be betrayed by a house that wants no Baratheons alive to claim the Throne."
It was soon after she had said that that Tormund had come back, with another brother of the Night's Watch and the boy seem to recognize her, but she knew only because of the stories. Lea Baratheon had disappeared after the Battle of the Trident and no one knew where she was until now.
"Before you say anything boy, I am who you think I am, and no I am no ghost."
Mance stood and placed an arm around her, then noted, "Snow, this is Leynia Baratheon, the second last sibling to Robert Baratheon. She goes by Lea here, so don't say anything." She shrugged his arm from her shoulder and then went for the opening, "Now that you have another soul to talk to, I am going to retire back to my cabin."
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08/14/2018 11:51 PM
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The Doe Finds Her Calling
Year 298, Greywater Watch. Leynia "Little Doe" 16/17
The hunt had been successful, the pack pony carrying a few carcasses, including a big stag. It had been nearly a week since she headed out, making sure that she had gotten permission by the lands she passed through to hunt on them as long as the lord got his part of her bounty. Dressed in her hunting attire, that consisted of breeches, a long tunic, and a cloak, she rode down the familiar road towards home.
Howland Reed, standing outside the doors going into Greywater Watch and his eyes seemed to look sad to the young 16 year old girl. Which was odd because he never seemed to be sad. Something was up.
"Father-" she started to say, but he held up his hand, a sign she took for him to explain.
"King Robert is dead. Impaled by a boar while he was hunting." He said and then sighed, "Joffery will be successor to the Throne from the missive I've been sent by Ned. But something I have to tell you a long time ago. Both your mother and I spoke long and argued about it while you were away, and we concluded that we must let you know the truth before you find out and hate us for hiding it."
"So... I'm no better than a Snow?" She asked and he shook his head, "No, you're not a Snow, far from one. You are a Baratheon we took in long ago when you were just a newborn and raised you as our own." Leynia's hand dropped from the reins and she looked at him wide eyed. "A Stag? You have to be jesting."
He shook his head again, "A letter was with the wetnurse that brought you here, explaining that your real mother couldn't give your father a daughter when he had wanted a son and not wishing to risk he harm you in his fury, she sent you away."
"Who are my parents? It's not Robert and the Queen, is it?" She was a few years older than Joffery, but if she was his sister, she would be able to claim the Throne until he came of age. Howland shook his head again. "Stannis and Selyse Baratheon." The color rushed from her face and ran for her horse to run, not wishing to see her father's heart break from his guilt of hiding her true heritage. She wouldn't see it as she rushed down southeast, a small forest area she usually went to to hide and clear her mind.
A Baratheon, she was a doe, not a reptile. Her heart wanted to burst. If she was Stannis' daughter, she would be able to success him if he does before the Throne is his. Power wasn't what she wanted, but knowing what was right by her people would hopefully make her a worthy queen, fear wouldn't make her people praise her, but by knowing they respected her for her actions and not by her words, she felt she had fully learned what her role in this game of Kings is. Sitting in a glen for hours now, she stood as the sun hit the horizon and she went to her mare, the bay nickered as she mounted, "Lady, bring me home."
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