Eldar Bar Emmon

Lord Eldar Bar Emmon, Lord of Sharp Point, Guardian of The Dull, Defender of The Tip, The Sword of The Waters

## Relations

### Children

Guncer Bar EmmonErron Bar EmmonHollys Bar Emmon

### Siblings

Ser Bennifer Bar EmmonSer Bertrand Bar EmmonEldeen Serrett

## Appearance and Character

-Appearance

A short, elderly man with a bent back and a gap toothed grin. He wears his hair short on his head and a beard of grey that closely resembles the mane of a lion. He has bushy eyebrows set over small and black eyes. His left foot has gone lame over the past decade, a combination of battle and age mixing into a limping gait. He wears a long blue cloak, fastened with the swordfish of his house, at all times. He smiles often, exposing those around him to the red stained teeth that bespoke a long time chewer of sour leaf.

- Personality

A man who smiles often, always on the verge some bawdy joke or humorous anecdote. He is vain, prickly about the honor of his house and ancestry as only a man of advanced age can be. He is known to fits of wroth when provoked and charity when served with lealy. He is a man with a sharp tongue, not dulled by the fogged minds that often accompanies the elderly. He lives to serve his house, working to preserve the legacy of house Bar Emmon above all other loyalties and making it known. He is an honest man, speaking what comes into his mind regardless of the temperature of the room around him.

## History

- Early life

Eldar Bar Emmon was born the eldest of three sons and a sister. As a young boy he served as a page at his father's court and later a squire for Ser Manfred Marron, a household knight in the service of his father. He took no particular liking to the art of swordplay, preferring to fight from the deck of a ship that the back of a horse. He spent hours searching the libraries of Sharp Point for tales of the famous seafarers. He grew close with his brothers in those early years of squiredom and yard work. His brothers, Bertrand and Bennifer, had inherited all of the martial prowess Eldar had lacked. That, coupled with his easy going nature, locked the brothers together in ways that blood never could.

- Coming of Age

Eldar's coming of age was followed by his knighthood. He turned down Ser Manfred's offer at knighthood claiming, "I will always be more sailor than soldier." Celebrations were made, including a small feast and tourney welcome to courtiers and vassals of Sharp Point and the close marriages of the Bar Emmons, primarily their own vassals and sworn shields. It was during this tourney where Bertrand Bar Emmon first won his spurs. Though only three and ten, he had unhorsed the household knights of his father's court and won the tourney. Bennifer had also distinguished himself during the tourney, though he had already been proclaimed a knight a year prior. Eldar Bar Emmon had toasted his brothers that night at the feast, praising them on their skill with sword and lance. The celebrations would not long be as within a fortnight tragedy would strike.

- Under The Sword

After the floundering of Eldar's lord father's flagship whilst at sea and the subsequent deaths of himself and his lady wife, Sharp Point came under new rule. Despite Lord Eldar's initial withdrawal following the death of his parents, he soon found the people of his holdings to revere him in his accomplishments. After the initial shock and funeral of the previous lord, Eldar took his own ship, The Dark Water, across the Narrow Sea to the Free Cities. He had learned a great deal of tradesmanship and coincraft during his years prowling the ports of Sharp Point and put them to use in the acquisition of a small fleet of trading galleys. He began to go about the building of his own renown so his name, and the name of his house, would go down in the annals of history.

Under the first decade of Lord Eldar's rule, the ports and coffers of every merchant and landed knight saw its increase tenfold. Trade ships from Volantis, Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys called upon Sharp Point as they would any city. The castle grew, a small town clinging to the walls and the shores around. Once his town, aptly named Sharp Town, had reached the likes of Duskendale and Maidenpool, Lord Eldar Bar Emmon commissioned the building of walls. They were made of wood, a contrast to the stone walls of the inner keep, and stood twenty feet lower than that of the castle proper. The walls grew and the ports prospered and for a time House Bar Emmon had counted itself amongst the richer houses in the realm.

- Dornish Animosity

The Marriage of Sylva Manwoody and Eldar Bar Emmon was a short, sad union. By the time Sylva was born in 43 A.C., Eldar had already almost achieved his manhood. They married twenty years later, under the watchful eyes of all Bar Emmon knights and vassals and septons. Their union proved not to be one of love. Eldar, almost twice his wife's age, had grown lustful in his middle years and found a devilish appetite for young beauty. On a trip to Sunspear, one of the many voyages of trade, Eldar spied a young Dornish lady in waiting and was smitten by her fairness. Their wedding was hasty, her father greedily accepting the rich dowry Lord Eldar had promised. They were back in Sharp Point within the fortnight, wedded, bedded, and already at one another's throat.

The two were about as opposite as two beings can be. Comparisons of the two include; A Dornishman and a Northman, a Septon and a Drowned man, a kraken and a dragon. Where Eldar was lustful and fearful of the gods, Sylva had a small, satiable libido and a cynical nature. The argumentative nature of their marriage had been immediate, on the voyage home. It is said, by the sailors and the maester who had accompanied Eldar on his sailings, that screams of rage rather than pleasure were heard from the captain's cabin. The Dornishwoman was scornful, taking her joys from complaints and japing at the expense of her Lord's courtiers. Her Dornish household were no better.

Ser Manfryd Marron, son of Lord Eldar's own childhood mentor and his lordship's closest friend, had forged a rivalry with the Dornish captain of the guard, Ser Damon Sand. Ser Damon, in a fit of rage over an ill-timed joke, drew steel on the other knight. Before Ser Monfryd had time to reach for his own sword, his throat was slit. House Marron was a large house and old in honor, claiming descent from Ser Marron the Red, a bastard of house Bar Emmon. A dozen cousins, brothers, and sons of Ser Monter Marron had been in attendance when their kinsman had been killed. They drew their swords and cut down Ser Damon in turn, then turned their attention on the other Dornish guardsmen. By the time Lord Eldar and his brother had come to break the brawl up, two score of Bar Emmon and Dornish men were dead or dying.

The bloodletting had not ended there. Ser Yarren the Lacking, a young Dornish knight, slew two more Marron men and was imprisoned. The men on the guard that night were men who had ties to the Marrons, as most in Sharp Point had. They opened the doors as the young knight lay sleeping, knives on hand. His body was discovered in the morning as Ser Bertrand Bar Emmon came to question the prisoner. He found a corpse, entrails spilling out onto the floor. The smell of urine and feces were thick in the air as it seemed the men responsible had deemed fit to use the man's gaping body as a chamber pot. The men on guard were taken into custody, questioned, and then all they named as accomplices were hung with them outside the guards' barracks in the inner keep.

Lord Eldar had housed the Dornish separately from the court after this, in a tower known as Piss Keep by the men of the house Bar Emmon. Lady Sylva had taken to spending most of her time with her Dornishmen, sleeping six out of every seven days at the top of Piss Keep. Only a dozen guards remained to her, and half of that many knights. She also had a cook, three maids, and a maester, all Dornish. They took the tower as their own, hardly leaving the safety of the stone keep for fear of reprisals from the natives. Guards were kept at the bottom of the tower, men from fishing villages and mining towns at the far reaches of the Bar Emmon demain so as to not have any ties to the Marrons.

Though their family had committed dastardly acts against the Dornish, the Marrons were of a blood with the Bar Emmons and so Lord Eldar would not banish them from Sharp Point. Instead he confined them to Sharp Town where they would soon rise to various high ranking positions. This still did not wholly protect his lady's men from harm, on three occasions the Marrons had attempted to break into Piss Keep. All three attempts failed and the participants were sent to the Night's Watch. Any man who shed Bar Emmon blood were put to death. The hostilities amongst the Dornish and Bar Emmon men would continue until the death of Sylva Manwoody in the birthing bed, giving birth to her third child.

Being a man of honor, Eldar Bar Emmon had insisted upon performing his husbandly duties both inside and outside the marital bed. There were some who had hoped the anger would fade when Lady Sylva had announced her pregnancy in the early months of 75 A.C. Those few were wrong, deathly wrong. For Lady Sylva Manwoody was a manipulative shrew, bending her children and using them as swords in the war that was the Bar Emmon marriage. Anger boiled to hate as Guncer Bar Emmon and Erron Bar Emmon were both brought into the world, five years apart. Blood had not been shed for almost a decade, but the Dornish were hardly seen outside of Piss Tower.

On the frequent occasions that Lord Eldar was at sea or otherwise called from the keep, Lady Sylva held court in his name from her tower. Together with Ser Bertrand Bar Emmon, her lord's beloved brother, they would rule the demenses of Lord Eldar with passing equivalence. It is never to be said that Lady Sylva was not anything less than a brilliant administrator. She was known to be learned in sums, courtesy, and was even said to be proficient in the high harp. Most who only knew her in passing and those few who served her diligently, thought of her to be fair and just in her rulings. The subjects of Sharp Point considered her to be far more insidious, the Stranger born into the frail body of a Dornish whore. Maester Ulwyck, her own maester, claims that she suffered from some sickness of the mind. He claims she was prone to mood swings, like a sail flapping wildly during a raging storm.

As the storms of war began to stir in the Hook, Eldar decided to make a choice which must've saved the lives of himself, his children, and his wife. Leaving the castle and city in the name of his brothers, Ser Bennifer to be named as castellan. Lady Sylva Manwoody boarded Dark Waters with her husband and fled south to Dorne. There the two parted, the young son to accompany the mother to her father's seat. Eldar Bar Emmon found it prudent to have his son embrace both aspects of his culture. The lord himself left across the Narrow Sea, sailing east to Ibben with envoys of the Sealord of Braavos. Once there he hoped to procure a trade agreement between the Braavosi and the Ibbenese that would gain him the friendship of many a merchant from the two kingdoms. His family's return would be to a vastly different castle than what was left in the hands of the two brothers.

In the final two years of Lady Sylva's life, a silence had settled over the court. The Dornish and the Marrons held their breath as a warmth begin to spread between Lord Eldar and his wife.It seemed as though they had finally found common cause, for Lady Sylva loved to rule the court as Lord Eldar loved to be at sea. More days were spent between the two of them, both feeling a form of happiness. Lady Sylva had been sick often after the birth of Erron, having never recovered from the trails her labor brought. Maester Ulwyck claims this fact as the cause for the fondness that formed, stating that the frequent illnesses calmed the storm. Love would never be achieved for the lord and his lady as it was soon announced that Lady Sylva was once more with child.

- The Flight of the Dornish

Little lady Hollys Bar Emmon was born in 82 A.C. at the cost of her mother's life. The babe had come a month early, coming out almost half the size of her two brothers. There were many who feared the babe would soon follow her into the grave, but the Mother chose to spare her. It is yet to be seen whether or not it was a wise decision the Gods made, for even at a young age the servants claimed to sense something evil from the child. Lady Sylva had suffered a large amount of blood loss paired with a fever, it was only a matter of when she might pass. The courtiers of Sharp Point weren't kept long in wait as Lady Sylva started to convulse violently within the hour. Her head repeatedly smacked against the headboard of the bed she and Lord Eldar had shared more often in those last years. The three maesters on attendance were unable to restrain the lady in time and she died via blunt force trauma. Lord Eldar had been in attendance for this, it is said he shed a single tear for his wife before whisking off to Piss Keep

News had reached the Dornish quickly of their lady's passing, they were not slow to act. Defying the council of Maester Ulwyck, the captain of the guard gathered his men for the return to Dorne. Two knights were sent to open the gates for the rest of the party, keeping a watchful eye on the dangers that house Marron would possess. A score of soldiers formed at the base of Piss Keep to protect the women and grey beards of the retinue. Of the men who came with Lady Sylva, only the maester and a single man at arms elected to stay at court. Ser Mors, a lowborn knight who had ascended to the captain of the guard in the years following his predecessor's death, was the first to receive a crossbow bolt. It struck him high in the neck from the curtain wall surrounding the keep, killing him an instant after hitting, severing his spinal column at the junction between neck and chin.

House Marron was ever the step ahead, having stationed their own guards on the wall surrounding Piss Keep. Even much diminished,  they still held influence over the meager court of Sharp Point. A score of crossbow men lined the walls, losing bolts in a never ending stream of metal and wood. Half a dozen men were dead or dying before the attack was properly announced. The horses, what few remained unwounded, were quickly mounted and rounded to the gates. The flight that ensued was a short one for the distance between Piss Keep and the gatehouse was not a large one. The survivors of the crossbows found themselves trapped in the courtyard, the two knights that were sent ahead were laying broken from the fall between wall and yard. Ser Monter Marron was standing atop the gates, a teak longbow in his hand.

What would have happened next is surely implied, but Lord Eldar Bar Emmon had entered the yard. His face was the color of the blood splattered across his ground, the rage boiling inside him. Gazing over the remaining Dornish, less than a dozen and all bleeding from various puncture wounds, his face twisted into a mask of blackness that would have sent a bear running from it's gaze. A man renowned for his swift action when pressed, Lord Eldar grabbed the crude, black dirk from his waist and waved it at the men in attendance. The words he uttered were infamous from that day until now.

"Ser," he muttered. Though quiet, all men had hushed in order to hear their lord's words. Ser Monter was said to be sweating profusely for fear of what might be done. "Open the gates." A sigh was a gust of wind through the courtyard from the lips of every man in attendance.

The gates rose with haste, the Dornish fleeing with the speed that only a raging river could match. Once the gate was lowered again, Lord Eldar's face cleared. He spoke very calm and low, but every man heard what was said. Lord Eldar had three men in the yard for every one of Ser Monter's. With a single stroke, he put all the men in attendance to death. One by one the men were bound by the neck with a coil of rope and thrown from the wall. He halted the men when they came to Ser Monter Marron. He wished not to be named a kinslayer, no matter the distance between. Ser Monter was spared the rope, but his left hand was taken off with the same dirk Lord Eldar wore. The work was slow, despite the sharpness of the knife. Ser Monter screamed as the knife worked through bone and tendon and once more as the hot iron pressed against the wound to staunch it. After justice was served to the participants of the slaughter, Ser Monter Marron claimed himself his lordship's most leal servant. He even eventually rose to the captain of the guard in the years following The Flight.

Besides the maester and the single man at arms, not a single Dornishman would reside in the walls of Sharp Point.

- The Rise of House Marron

Before the war that saw House Marron diminished in size and prominence in the holdings of Sharp Point, they found themselves amongst a ripe assortment of fruits. Boasting the undeniable blood of house Bar Emmon, they were highly regarded amongst the commoners. House Marron had married into merchants and traders, amassing a wealth that threatened to rival their liege lord. They were a house of gutter knights and merchant lords, but their power is not to be diminished. There was a time when the small folk feared the ambitions of house Marron, but these worries proved to be unfounded as blood seemed to be a binder between the families.

In the years following the murder of Ser Manfryd's murder and the subsequent exile of house Marron from the inner keep, sparked the rising of their prominence in Sharp Town. In the course of less than a decade House Marron had filled most of the positions of power in both Sharp Point and Sharp Town. Under their thumb the domains of house Bar Emmon would come under an unsavory reputation as a port town. Murder was common, hardly a day going by when bodies were not found in the streets. Whores came and went as new brothels rose throughout the town. The only fair thing to be said for the rule of house Marron is that thievery and poverty both declined, as most was given by the hands of the generous to that of the poor.

A knight of unsavory repute named Ser Harlan Marron found himself in the position of the commander of the Teal Men, a force that arose as a guard for the town. They were named such for the teal cloaks they wore, each fastened with the point of a swordfish. Ser Harlan was a known corrupt official, a golden dragon getting any smuggler farther than any amount of papers would get a captain at port. Most of the dead found in the gutters from those days were Ser Harlan's doing, those few who refused to bend and were broken like so many panes of glass in a raging fire. Ser Harlan was known to be that fire, dubbed by those who feared him as the Knight of Flames. In his final seconds of life that name would become ironic as the flames of war engulfed his body.

Ser Garth Marron, called Garth Goldtooth after the single golden tooth in his mouth, took up the position of master at arms. Goldtooth was a softer metal than his cousins, a soft, malleable lead in comparison to the harsh, ugly steel. He was known to be of many smiles, laughter fast on the heels of every word. He was an ugly man and strong. He was once boasted of saying he could snap a sword with his thumb and forefinger. He spent his days training the men of Bar Emmon and Marron in the ways of sword and lance. He was counted as one of the best swordsmen in Lord Eldar's court, rivalling even those knights of the kingsguard.

Mistress Belinda Marron, nicknamed Lindy the Maid, owned and operated the whorehouse by the name of Still Waters in the lower portions of the city. Offering an assortment of foriegn beauties and common scum, a lady for every man of every means. She was known to be a fair sight upon the eyes, sharp of nose and sharp of mind. She had light green eyes that seemed to take in everything. Once she had even been considered for the position of mistress of whispers before being passed over for those with the proper parts. She was the mother of the bastard Darkwaters, son of Ser Bennifer Bar Emmon, having given birth to him only a moon's turn before her death.

Harbour masters, bailiffs, merchants, ship captains, men at arms, hedge knights, sworn shields, whores, cooks, serving men, scullions, groomsmen, and rat catchers. House Marron were found in all positions of the castle and town. The foremost patriarch was the self styled lord, the merchant Meribald Marron. He was the richest man in all of Sharp Town, only second to the Lord Bar Emmon himself. He was a man of enormous appetite, weighing well over twenty stone. Lord Meribald was a bank of his own wealth, loaning to many merchants and captains. At the height of his fortune, Lord Meribald boasted to have owned more than half of the trade fleet of Sharp Point in debts.

House Marron, in no small part due to the fortune amassed by Lord Meribald, saw the construction of a sprawling manse that rivaled the castle of Sharp Point. A wall, standing twelve feet tall and wide enough for two men to walk abreast with little fear of tumbling off the side, was erected on a large hill in the center of Sharp Town. Two foot tall parapets with another foot of iron spike stood every four feet along the wall. Inside the walls was a bailey housing it's own stables, a small barracks, and a stout, stone keep. It housed many of the most important members of house Marron and its allies. It stood formidable amongst the city, challenging the tall towers and high walls of Sharp Point.

- The Hook Uprising - Boiling Water

All the fortune and the walls of the houses Bar Emmon and Marron proved to be useless in the face of war. Lord Eldar Bar Emmon had vacated his lands as the tensions rose to find a safe haven for his family, leaving his lands in the hands of a council under the watchful eyes of his brothers. The knights Ser Bennifer and Ser Bertrand seemed unable to prevent the spiral that brought about their deaths. In those early days, action was rare as words took precedent over the council. Many a sleepless night was spent in heated debate over the proper course of action.

The maesters, of which there were three at the Bar Emmon court, cautioned inaction over wrong action. Elderly Maester Huwin, who had gone blind and frail in the last ten years, was the foremost in these councils. Maester Ulwyck, the Dornishman who served Lady Sylva and wrote letters for Maester Huwin, quoted the writings by Torrhen Stark's maester during his decision to kneel to the dragons. Maester Varmon, a simpleminded young man with an uncanny skill with ravenry, did nothing but echo the two older men. Together, occupying three seats in the council, they were a formidable force in neutrality that required the other council members to pool their votes in order to topple their decrees.

Ser Harlan, Ser Monter, Ser Garth, and the merchant lord Meribald were strong supporters of the sharper forms of diplomacy. They preferred a strong show of force in the face of the failings of the Iron Throne, but could not decide on how to go about it. Ser Garth proposed an assault on the bandit camps that roamed the Hook and the Kingswood, though the domains were not under their jurisdiction. Ser Monter offered to lead a band of soldiers across the countryside to various villagers, hanging criminals and fighting bandits wherever they were found. Lord Meribald engaged the mystical arts of coin, offering the bandits payments to leave their lands alone. Ser Harlan, ever the most dubious of the Marrons, suggested a simple poisoned barrel of ale that would be left lightly guarded so that when the bandits came they would die slowly and painfully.

The two lord regents Ser Bennifer the castellan and Ser Bertrand the Swordfish, a title that symbolized the primary general of Sharp Point, rejected these actions out of hand. Ser Bennifer was known for his black temper, quick to rash decision. The Marrons, as the maesters write about that meeting, knew this and tried to manipulate the man into bending to their will. Only the strong hand of Ser Bertrand, the youngest of the three brothers Bar Emmon, stayed the rash decision that would surely be made. The two brothers decided that patrols along the roads would double and three detachments of twenty guards would reside in the more prominent villages. The people of Sharp Point would not be long in this solution as tragedy would soon strike.

- The Hook Uprising - Boiling Point

The boiling point for House Bar Emmon inthe Hook Uprising was the death of Ser Bertrand Bar Emmon. The shocking murder came one day when Ser Bertrand was hawking in the forest south of Sharp Point. A small retinue followed Ser Bertrand the Swordfish wherever he went; fawning ladies in waiting, fawning squires, and sworn swords. Three such were House Bar Emmon's closest allies, House Sunglass. Lady Alerie Sunglass was Ser Bertrand lady wife, ten years his junior. Myles Sunglass served as his squire and cup bearer, a striking young lad who seemed every bit the image of the knight he squired for. Finally there was Ser Aemon Sunglass, a knight in every sense of the word. A beacon of chivalry, Ser Aemon was a fast friend of Ser Bertrand as hardly a day would pass when the sounds of their swords were heard from the yard. Only two would survive from the score that set out that morning.

Ser Lucas Harroway, the notorious robber knight of the Hook who claimed descent from the Harrenhal Harroways, had been stalking the castle for a fortnight beforehand, unbeknownst to the inhabitants. Seeking a higher bounty than the few merchants and farmers they had been previously amounting, Ser Lucas fell upon the high born party, expecting an easy fight. What they did not count on was Ser Bertrand the Swordfish, one of the strongest swords the Crownlands could boast. From the accounts we have from the two survivors, Lady Alerie who died shortly upon her return to the castle from her wounds and little Lorimer Marron who lost his tongue and an eye to the brigands, the fight was lost from the start.

Ser Lucas boasted a strong force, fifty or sixty men armed with stolen steel, as well as having the element of surprise. Not expecting an attack so close to the walls of Sharp Town, Ser Bertrand had been caught with his proverbial breeches caught around his ankles. The valor of the men who fought and died in the one sided fight is not to be diminished, many a singer has written about the final stand of Ser Bertrand. These accounts are not to be entirely discarded, rather looked at with the utmost scrutiny. It is true that the men of the party slew a reasonable quantity of the brigands, over half of their number. It, however, is not true that Ser Bertrand slew that number himself. It should also be noted, with some level of surety, that the Marrons did not order this attack as a number of their own cousins were killed in the battle.

The battle, what is considered by the small folk of Sharp Point to be the spark that started the blaze of rebellion in truth, was a short and bloody one. Ser Aemon, the gallant knight of the seven golden stars, was slain at the beginning. A dozen bolts were loosed from crossbows in the trees from either side of the party. Three caught Ser Aemon's horse, causing it to fall. The break that would've left the knight crippled for life was unfelt as the man was dead even before he hit the ground. Two bolts struck Ser Aemon, the first punching through the leather and chainmail he wore under his tunic and the second taking root in the flesh of his cheek, killing him as it hit his brain. Three other men were killed by that same flight of bolts.

Ser Bertrand, acting quickly as the men began to fall around him, leapt from his horse and drew the longsword at his waist. Wearing only a leather jerkin under his riding tunic, he was vulnerable. He slew the first four men who came out of the trees before his own men had found their feet and their swords. He kept fighting, slaying another three, when the first bolt found the small of his back. Another hit the meat of his thigh and he was off his feet. It is said that Ser Lucas Harroway gave the final blow, hacking Ser Bertrand's head from his shoulders. There is no evidence to dispute this as by this time Lady Alerie had fled and little Lorimer was bound on the back of a horse. One thing that cannot be disputed, Ser Bertrand's head was found on a spear outside the castle walls the next morning.

Of the battle, if it could be called such, one man distinguished himself more than the rest. Myles Sunglass, only four and ten, is the reason Little Lorimer survived to tell his tale. Fellow squires, the bond had formed between the two of them akin to that of Orys Baratheon and Aegon Targaryen. It is because of this bond, the kind that forms when two boys are together every waking moment, that upon seeing his aunt to safety he returned for his friend. Skilled at arms as he was, he was a single boy against a score of men. He snuck into the bandit camp in the dead of night, found Little Lorimer, and cut him loose his bonds. It was during their fleeing from the camp that Myles Sunglass came face to face with Ser Lucas Harroway. The fight was short, Ser Lucas had more experience in combat and dispatched the boy after suffering a blow across his cheek. It was too late to chase Little Lorimer.

When word reached Ser Bennifer Bar Emmon of the ambush, he broke two knuckles on his own hand pounding on the big oaken chair that served as the lord's seat in the great hall. By the time he, Ser Garth Goldtooth, Ser Harlan Tealman, and Ser Monter Marron- then simply the lord's huntsman- rode from the castle ahead of a column of mounted knights, the robber knight had vanished. Ser Bennifer, seething in rage, took his brother's body and reunited it with its head. He then commissioned the burial at sea that was custom for the Bar Emmons since the Andals came. A raven was sent to the Kingsgrave to detail the death for Lady Sylva and Lord Eldar whenever he returned. In the final line it spoke of war.

- The Hook Uprising - Boiling Over

The long inaction of King Rhaegar I Targaryen in the faces of famine, poverty, and banditry was felt throughout the realm. While Sharp Point suffered at a lesser extent due to the efforts of Lord Eldar in terms of his stores and coffers, many of their closest neighbors had been ravaged. Primary amongst these was Lord Massey, the strongest lord in the Hook. Ser Bennifer, grief stricken by the murder of his brother at the hand of bandits, found himself of a mind to take up arms with House Massey. It was at Massey's court that anger boiled over into open rebellion when Lord Massey imprisoned a justiciar coming to collect the ever increasing taxes. Before the word had reached King's Landing of the slaughter of the justiciar's men, a council was held at Sharp Point.

The council consisted of the lords Bar Emmon, Sunglass, and Massey and aimed to address the coming war. Ravens were sent to any lords deemed sympathetic to their cause. It was here that the loyalty of House Rambton was first determined. Lord Rambton, an honor as he was no more than a landed knight, called the others traitors and swore to see them in their graves before stalking from the all. He hadn't made it far as Ser Bennifer's sons, of which there were four, seized him. With a quick flick of the wrist, Lord Massey had opened his throat. The first death of the war was Lord Rambton, dishonor soaked the roots of the rebellion through and through.

The forces of the rebellious lords moved fast, House Bar Emmon maybe more than others. While not possessing a proper fleet, the army of trading galleys, cogs, galleons, and dromonds served to ship men to and from Sweetport Sound. Ser Benfrey Bar Emmon and Ser Frederick Bar Emmon, called Benny and Freddy, lead the blockade of Ramsport. It was in this that the true bloodletting began. Half a hundred skirmishes were fought in that first moon of the siege as the defenders tested the strength of the attackers. It was in the first of these that Benny Bar Emmon was slain by a knight with a ram on his shield. Three Marrons also lost their lives as the siege progressed. Ser Freddy Bar Emmon lead the men of the siege adequately enough, but was always more comfortable on water than in a war pavillion.

The other sons, Ser Harrold Bar Emmon and Ser Garibald Bar Emmon, called Harry and Garry, lead the men of Sharp Point in the war proper. The forces of Bar Emmon, Sunglass, Massey, and a few Follards met in open battle with the lords Bywater, Wendwater, Blount, Pyle, and Gaunt. It was not a large fight, the numbers of both sides being small as the armies were not fully formed. Ser Harrold, as headstrong as his father, refused the heedings of the more seasoned knights and struck out for a first blow to win over any lords on the edge of rebellion. The battle was a victory, primarily due to the efforts of Ser Garth Goldtooth, but found Ser Garth and Ser Harrold dead. The army, bloody and battered, found itself in the command of a green boy, Ser Garibald. The retreat that followed was inevitable. The forces of King Rhaegar were marching up the Hook, burning holds and killing defiant lords as they went. All the men of the Hook settled on for a siege.

Ser Frederick Bar Emmon, on the prow of the flagship he commanded the blockade from, found himself caught off guard by the Velaryon fleet. Within the hour, half of the trading fleet was burned or sunk. Within another came the boarding party on his flagship. Half a dozen sailors came pouring over the railings. From a young age his father had told him to never surrender, this is what he did. With a yell on his lips and an axe on his hand he rushed into the fray, looking for the Velaryon captain in order to end the fight before it was lost. He would never get the chance. A great sword took his arm off at the shoulder, he bled out in minutes. The battle was lost and the siege was broken, hardly a Velaryon ship was sunk.

Ser Bennifer was unaware of the deaths of three of his four sons. He sat in the castle of Sharp Point at the top of the northernmost tower, called The Sharp Point in a fit of creative inspiration. Ships were on the horizon, blue sails with a seahorse in the middle. His own fleet, if you could call it such, was middling in size and manpower. The majority of his men were south fighting or west in the siege of Sweetport Sound. House Marron had the majority of the men left to the castle. Maester Ulwyck, the only one capable of running messages to and from, was sent to bring the remaining nobles to Lord Eldar's solar.

The solar was tiny as befit the size of the castle around it. Lord Meribald, Ser Monter, and Ser Harlan all crowded into the solar. Sweat was a stench thick in the air as the solar got hotter from the crowded breathing. Each counselor was heard in turn before the decision was finally made. The men they had left would do their best to defy the enemy while the maesters sent ravens to House Brune, Sunglass, and Massey for aid. The Marrons were bread of bastard blood and so hold the reputation that comes with one. Whores, gluttons, murderers, and thieves they all were, but it is not to be said that most were loyal to those they served.

Ser Harlan Tealman, commander of the watch of Sharp Town, ordered his men to mount the walls. Half a hundred green boys and greybeards armed with spears in steel halfhelms, teal cloaks spilling from their shoulders. The orders would be proven too little too late as Malentine and Ser Vaegon Velaryon and their fleet and army were already at the walls. A small force of men at arms and knights were sent ahead with grapnels in order to scale the walls of the city. What little resistance they encountered was quickly dispatched. A quiet, bloody fight ensued as the Velaryon men fought their way to the gatehouse. It was here that they met Ser Harlan Marron. Always fast on his feet, Ser Harlan had found himself ahead of the majority of his men in the flight to the walls. He stood, only sword in hand to defy, facing an outnumbering amount of foes. Ser Harlan found that all the years of prancing through the streets of Sharp Town playing as a knight was a poor comparison against the real thing. He was slain with a sword that remained dry as the day it was bought.

Lord Meribald, in all his enormity, called the guards to the walls of the manse. Here, on top of the small rise that would be named as The Fat Man’s Hill, Lord Meribald saw the gates roll open. Hundreds of men swept through the streets of Sharp Town as though a flood of steel and flesh. Lord Meribald’s sellswords floundered in the face of this wall of hatred, breaking for the postern gates of the city before the battle was fully engaged. A few of the more loyal servants of the fat man found themselves at odds with the sellswords, locked in a bloody fight that claimed more lives than the Velaryon’s would upon scaling the walls. Lord Meribald met his end at the hands of a mob of broken men, demanding the pay they were promised. When the merchant lord drew his knife to defend his treasures, he was opened from shoulder to groin with a battle axe.

Mistress Belinda Marron found herself in a predicament she would not survive. Still Waters, being the most prominent of the whorehouses in Sharp Point, was the final stop of many men seeking comfort before the battle that would surely follow the siege. None were aware of the small party of men that were working the open the gates even as they took their carnal pleasures. Lindy the Maid seemed to be the only one aware of the danger impending on the city. Prior to the ships on the horizon, Mistress Belinda was caring for two bastard children. The first, Aly, Lindy and Ser Bennifer’s natural son who would soon be named Darkwaters. The second was the only child by the late Ser Bertrand the Swordfish, named Serwyn. Both would eventually grow into strong knights of repute, but they would first need to be smuggled. Though having never witnessed it firsthand, Mistress Belinda was well versed in the atrocities committed by men in the height of their blood. She enlisted her brother, Ser Monter Marron, in smuggling the boys from the city. Utilizing a set of tunnels that led from Piss Keep to the beaches below, Ser Monter led the two boys to the waters and enlisted a fisher to carry them to sea until the battle was over. The fate of Belinda Marron is to horrible to recount, let us only say that she was slain and defiled.

The walls of Sharp Town, built in wood, were set ablaze by the attackers. Inns, taverns, whorehouses, winesinks, stables, armourers, blacksmiths, shops, homes, and jailhouses all caught in the flames. Thousands attempted to flee through the postern gate only to find it closed to them. What few guardsmen remained to the city were elsewhere, fighting with failing courage to stay the tide. The masses of Sharp Town were trapped between an iron gate and the fires of war behind. Hundreds were trampled, thousands burned. The only surviving buildings proved to be those made of stone. The great manse built upon The Fat Man’s Hill was made from stone so it boasted only scorched marks and dried blood. Still Waters, the first floor made of stone and the upper two from wood, was damaged so badly that only the first level remained undamaged after the debris was lifted. The walls of Sharp Point with it’s four squared towers stood stark above the rest. The pillars of Valyria amidst the Smoking Sea.

The castellan ordered the gates drawn and barred, and the men to mount the walls. Thirty men stood in defiance upon the walls when Ser Bennifer departed from the solar and into the yard. The garrison was depleted from fear and battle, many of the more seasoned men were dead or fled. From atop the battlements Ser Bennifer watched as his brother’s town turned to ashes around him. His father’s castle, the castle that housed Bar Emmons since their days as kings, was not a strong one. He had no intention of causing the ruin of his family’s seat. As the attackers rallied to assault the walls of Sharp Point, Ser bennifer commanded a peace banner be rose.

Though Bar Emmon officially struck down it’s banner, Ser Garibald held what few men remained to him in staunch support. Though not renowned for valor or skill at arms, the men he commanded respected his brother with an unwavering sense of loyalty that spread to his brother as a disease spreads among the flock. He led the van during the battle of falling Stones and lost his leg when a horse fell upon him. The disease that followed writhed in his bones for a fortnight before carrying him away. The last son of Ser Bennifer Bar Emmon died without waking two days after his father lost his head.

- Trials and Aftermath

King Rhaegar, all the cruelty and harshness of Maegor running in his bones, dealt with the rebellion with a headsman’s axe and a block. The honor of the sword was denied to all those involved, high born or low. Ser Bennifer was forced to the ground shortly after his Sunglass allies and strong Massey neighbors. His final words, as offered by the septon who accompanied the silent sisters upon the return of Ser Bennifer’s bones, were, “A lord’s lands should be protected by his liege. You failed and name us a traitor. Tyrant.” The last word was spat before the Iron Throne a mere seconds before his head was separated from his shoulders. All other men under Bar Emmon rule were deemed innocent of the crimes of their lord and were allowed to return home. Lord Eldar, upon his return to Sharp Point, was seized and brought before the throne. A brief trail was held before it was determined he was to be held innocent as his castellan had acted from his own reaching ambitions. The truth of this statement is lost to us as Ser bennifer never wrote a confession.

Sharp Point, burned and broken against the coast, was a shell of its former self. The ghost of the prospering port city was heavy in the air. Ashe settled along the unmarred walls of the main castle. A small brothel had raised in the bones of the old one, one story as compared to the height of the previous. The remaining Marrons had retreated into the manse the merchant lord had built, lead by Ser Monter and his closest kin. The port life had slowed to a crawl when it had once been a bustling stop along many a trade route. The town that had sprawled along the coast of Sharp Point was a ruin, only a few homes and shops clinging to the walls. In time the town would return to a resemblance of a city, though it would forever be known as Dull Town, or simply The Dull. The wealth accumulated by House Marron and House Bar Emmon was lost to them in the sack, spoils of war in the eyes of the King. House Bar Emmon, despite the efforts of Lord Eldar, found itself as impoverished as it had been forty years prior.

## The Tourney of 96 AC

Upon the announcement of the wedding of Ser Guncer Bar Emmon and Lady Catelyn Royce, Lord Eldar commissioned a host of festivities to be held, utilizing the meagre wealth he still held. A tourney, a melee, an archery contest, a small singing competition, and the burning of a great warship, in order to bless the marriage in the sight of all the Gods. Men came from all across the realm to compete in the competitions, drawn by the prizes and prestige of victory. They were even bless by the Prince of Dragonstone, Prince Daeron, and Lady Alysella Targaryen. Even two members of the Kingsguard participated.

The participants are as follow:

**Archery**

- Ser Trevas Celtigar - Runner up

- Ser Erron Bar Emmon - Runner up

- Ser Casper Caron - Winner of the contest

**Melee**

 - Lord Lucion Corbray - Winner

- Ser Corwin Caron - Second place

- Lord Gerold Royce - Third place

- Ser Matarys Waters - Third place

 **Joust**

- Ser Matarys Waters - Third place

- Damon Lannister - Third place

- Lord Lucion Corbray - Second place

- Ser Ronnel Royce - Winner

**The Feast**

Shortly after the long day of festivities, the commencing of a feast began. Members of Houses Darklyn, Celtigar, Royce, Corbray, Lannister, and Caron were seated as guests of honor on the dais with the family, just below the table which housed the king's family and Lord Eldar. Reunions were made to with Ser Ronnel Royce of the Kingsguard and Ser Guncer Bar Emmon, who had squired together in their youth for Ser Richard Selmy. The laughter was raucous as the two men reminisced over their childhood in the Red Keep. Other reunions were made as Ser Serwyn and Ser Alyn met Matarys Waters for the first time since returning from court. The two cousins had a fierce rivalry that was only stayed in the presence of the royal bastard.

The Prince and Princess were the main talk of the court, though, as it marked the first time a Targaryen had stepped into the halls of Sharp Point. It also marked a new era in the reconciliation of House Bar Emmon and the Iron Throne. Lord Eldar was heard to make many remarks of the honors he felt by the grace of royalty in his halls. He feasted the lords and ladies lavishly, sparing no expense in his quest to curry favor with his peers and betters. Prince Daeron received the most of Lord Eldar's generosity, the choicest plates of food were sent to him well before it graced the lips of any other in attendance.

The feast concluded with the singers contest, as the embers of the great war galley still crackled in the background. A dozen singers sang ballads of war, love, and death, until finally Erron Bar Emmon stepped forward. He sung a sorrowful sonnet of love the depicted the tales of Jonquil and Florian in a dark light. When he concluded it was noted that not a single lady found her eyes dry, and more than a few men as well. Applause broke out in a rough cacophony as hoots and whistled rose in the air. Erron blushed as he was washed over with this, ending with his sister placing a laurel of bright flowers on his brow. He bowed and the bedding ceremony commenced. The lords and ladies departed the next day, exhausted from a long night of laughter and feast. Lord Eldar felt nothing but pride in himself at the ceremony he had managed to put on.

## Family

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## Household

- **The Court Of Eldar Bar Emmon**

- Maesters

Maester Ulwyck, Dornishman who tends to tutoring and writing of letters

Maester Huwin, elderly and skilled in healing. Too frail to write or tend ravens, but wise.

Maester Varmon, an alcolyte gifted the title Maester. Slow, but skilled with ravens.

- House Marron

Ser Monter Marron, one-handed captain of the guard

Ser Myk Marron, Admiral of the Bar Emmon Fleet. Old friends with Lord Eldar

Jared Marron, Holder of Horses

Kyle Marron, Keeper of Keys for Dull Town

Orson Marron, Confessor

Banfryd Marron, Head goaler

Ser Jonos Marron, Headsman

Preston Marron, Treasurer

Ser Trystane Marron, Chief Bailiff

Mistress Joyce Marron, Mistress of *Still Waters*

- The Bastards

Ser Alyn Darkwaters, Commander of the guard of Dull Town

Serwyn the Swordfish, Lead General

- Family

Lady Catelyn Royce, wife of Ser Guncer

Ser Guncer Bar Emmon, Heir to Sharp Point

Erron Bar Emmon, second son of Lord Eldar

-Unheld Position - master At Arms