House Wyne - Human House

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HOUSE WYNE

 

“**** words”

Colours: Purple and Gold

 

Though not a house of Nobility, nor empty promises of Honor and Valor, House Wyne is an interesting group of individuals. Caring only for minae, wine and a good ******* time, it is not unusual to find a member of House Wyne spending their time in a Tavern or around a market, yet uncommon for them to join the guard unless in a scheming plot. They hold no Loyalties, though are not afraid to make and break promises. “It be better to kneel an’ live than stand and die, lad.” - A footman of House Wyne

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HISTORY

A member of House Wyne, 1625

 

House Wyne is a new and young house, yet to put its purple stain on the world. Founded by Garsen Wyne, it yet has to acquire footsoldiers and loyalists. Not recognized through any empire for its ‘nobility’, they are usually disliked by other houses of Orenia and Norland. The members of House Wyne are still to sworn to any nation, yet it is likely that day will never come to pass.

 

 

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RESIDENCY

 

The Current area of where House Wyne is settles is Little Ysrael in Adelburg, owned by Kalf Goldhand.

 

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FAMILY

House Wyne is governed by it’s lady and lord, yet unlike other houses, House Wyne does not hand lordship over to the Eldest, but to the one that will make the House the Richest. The Lord will always have an envelope on which provides information on the next lord.

 

FAMILY RANKS;

Even though it is Unlike Wyne tradition, Ranks are needed to keep the poor tamed and the Rich powerful

 

YARDBIRD

The richest and most powerful of the 'Nobles' inside of House Wyne.

PLEBE

The middle-men, not the richest nor the poorest rank inside of House Wyne.

SPROG

The  Poor Fuckers-rank inside of House Wyne.

 

 

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CUSTOMS

An Halfling performing at a party held by House Wyne; 1628

Badmouthing;

“Drunkards, bastards without name, wenches”

Above are some of the words often used to describe members of House Wyne, though the ‘friendly descriptions’ usually fall flat, them taking proud in being Insulted, or more often the case; Them growing on a certain insult which is thrown towards them in the Inns and Taverns. Wynes take pride in coming up with the cleverest insults they can manage, which the best being commended with a tankard of mulled wine.

 

Singing;

Yep, Wynes delve into soothing their wounds or healing their soul with music and drink. It is a well-known fact that Wynes have deep and tender voices, and they embrace this fact by displaying it in well-populated areas.

 

 

The Maiden of Alrash

A maiden from Alrash

The subject of my wonder

And also the rash

That is down under

Fatbuttum Silverblade

Second of her name

Although I’m not afraid to admit I paid

I still felt flayed

And on the morrow

My wallet empty, my needs fulfilled

To my horror, I gaze upon her

My eyes were unskilled

The ale must have gotten to me

For that was no wench

But Peter Sigismund, pretty as a flea

But oh, his stench!

 

Honor and Valor

Oh tarnation, the retardation

Of those who fight with Honor;

Always so Somber!

They be everywhere in sight,

Their hearts full o’ light

Aye, with Honor ye can fight

But ye’ll be givin’ up yer life!

 

Golden Trading company

The golden tradin’ company

Nae, they do not work subtly

Their words be bouldering;

Their ferocity be leavin’ ye stumblin’

Always scroungin’ for a penny

Which leaves their wealth many

Nae mess with th’ Golden trading company;

For they do not work subtly

 

Maiden under th’ tree (ASOIAF)

My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I’ll lay you down,

I’ll dress you all in yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love,

and I shall be your lord

I’ll always keep you warm and safe,

and guard you with my sword.

 

And how she smiled, and how she laughed,

the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him,

no featherbed for me.

I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,

and bind my hair with grass

But you can be my forest love

and me your forest lass

 

Drinks;

Any man of House Wyne which has not tasted the taste of wine on his/her lips, is no member of House Wyne. A child of House Wyne is first offered a tankard of Mulled Wine on his/her 12th birthday.

Master brewers, Wynes take pride in brewing their secret-drink ‘Buckfast Tonic’ and often sell it on the markets.

 

 

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RELICS

First Bottle of Buckfast

The first ever bottle of Buckfast ever brewed, truly a magnificent sight. . .

It is House Wyne’s Sygil.

 

Grape Squisher

A ceremonial sword used mainly squishing grapes with it’s pommel.

 

 

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SOLDIERS

The men of House Wyne are not born into the House, nor loyal men. The ranks of house Wyne consisted of  cutthroats and sellswords. They can wear whatever they wish and use whatever weapon they prefer, though if considered well-taught in fighting, they will be handed extra gear.

 

Application to Join the Wyne Footmen;

Name:

Race:

Age:

Proficiency in fighting:

Preferred drink:

 

 

 

 

 

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FALK GELDMEISTER SMILES FROM AFAR!

[Jentos 9425]

Application to Join the Wyne Footmen;

Name: Aldred of Brisengamen

Race: A man of GŒD

Age: Im old as a whales ****

Proficiency in fighting: Ten years of swinging raevir sabers you fuckface

Preferred drink: Brandy and vodka

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Just now, Jentos said:

Application to Join the Wyne Footmen;

Name: Aldred of Brisengamen

Race: A man of GŒD

Age: Im old as a whales ****

Proficiency in fighting: Ten years of swinging raevir sabers you fuckface

Preferred drink: Brandy and vodka

"Welcome, Ye fat ****. Come see me or Protect Kalf in Lil' Ysrael." Garsen cussed.

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"******* *****" says Eath'Lur

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Application to Join the Wyne Footmen;

Name: Lincoln II

Race: Human

Age: Can't count, don't know

Proficiency in fighting: Give me a fuckin' weapon that can stab and slash.

Preferred drink: All of them 

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2 hours ago, ItsOnlyChis said:

Application to Join the Wyne Footmen;

Name: Lincoln II

Race: Human

Age: Can't count, don't know

Proficiency in fighting: Give me a fuckin' weapon that can stab and slash.

Preferred drink: All of them 

 

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"WELCOME to the fat club. Come speak to me or Kalf in Little Ysrael." Garsen Wyne said.

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Tanner Wyne would grin, before taking a big swig of buckfast

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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