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Great Council of 101 AC -
GREAT COUNCIL 101 AC

SUMMARY
The Great Council of 101 AC has reached its fever pitch at the ruins of Harrenhal. The succession of the Iron Throne hangs in the balance following the death of Prince Baelon, the King's second son. The primary conflict lies between two branches of House Targaryen: the senior line of the late Prince Aemon, and the male line of Prince Baelon.
The situation is a deadlock of law and pragmatism. Laenor Velaryon, the seven-year-old grandson of Prince Aemon, holds the senior claim by blood. However, his selection would necessitate a decade-long regency, effectively placing the Seven Kingdoms under the control of Lord Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys.
Conversely, Prince Viserys represents the male-line succession; as an adult of twenty-four with a clear heir in his brother Daemon, he offers immediate stability. The lords of the realm must decide if they value the strict seniority of the line—and the power of the Sea Snake—over the tradition of male-line inheritance and the certainty of an adult monarch.
COURT (NPCs)
King Jaehaerys I: 67; The Conciliator. A frail, grieving monarch who has abdicated the choice of his successor to the realm, hoping a democratic vote will prevent the civil war his family seems destined for.
Prince Viserys: 24; The primary male-line claimant. A genial and popular prince who relies on his adult status, his existing heirs, and his proximity to his father Baelon’s memory to win the lords' favor.
Princess Rhaenys: 27; The Queen Who Never Was. A proud and fierce dragonrider who champions her son Laenor’s seniority, viewing the council as a final chance to reclaim the birthright stolen from her in 92 AC.
Lord Corlys Velaryon: 48; The Sea Snake. The wealthiest man in the Seven Kingdoms, using his legendary fleet and coffers to lobby for a regency that would place him at the center of imperial power.
Prince Daemon: 20; The Rogue Prince. Viserys's volatile younger brother and enforcer; he treats the Velaryon claim with violent contempt and stands ready to defend the male line with Dark Sister.
Prince Laenor Velaryon: 7; The Senior-Line Claimant. A quiet, observant boy who serves as the focal point for those seeking to uphold traditional primogeniture, even at the cost of a decade-long regency.
Ser Otto Hightower: 25; The Hand of the King. A methodical and ambitious administrator who manages the logistics of the Council and seeks to maintain a transition of power that favors the existing establishment.
Lord Ellard Stark: 40s; The Lord of Winterfell. A grim and traditionalist northman who remembers the ancient oaths sworn to the senior line and views the southern politicking with cold, granite-faced skepticism.
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Great Council of 101 AC - GREAT COUNCIL 101 AC
SUMMARY
The Great Council of 101 AC has reached its fever pitch at the ruins of Harrenhal. The succession of the Iron Throne hangs in the balance following the death of Prince Baelon, the King's second son. The primary conflict lies between two branches of House Targaryen: the senior line of the late Prince Aemon, and the male line of Prince Baelon.
The situation is a deadlock of law and pragmatism. Laenor Velaryon, the seven-year-old grandson of Prince Aemon, holds the senior claim by blood. However, his selection would necessitate a decade-long regency, effectively placing the Seven Kingdoms under the control of Lord Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys.
Conversely, Prince Viserys represents the male-line succession; as an adult of twenty-four with a clear heir in his brother Daemon, he offers immediate stability. The lords of the realm must decide if they value the strict seniority of the line—and the power of the Sea Snake—over the tradition of male-line inheritance and the certainty of an adult monarch.
COURT (NPCs)
King Jaehaerys I: 67; The Conciliator. A frail, grieving monarch who has abdicated the choice of his successor to the realm, hoping a democratic vote will prevent the civil war his family seems destined for.
Prince Viserys: 24; The primary male-line claimant. A genial and popular prince who relies on his adult status, his existing heirs, and his proximity to his father Baelon’s memory to win the lords' favor.
Princess Rhaenys: 27; The Queen Who Never Was. A proud and fierce dragonrider who champions her son Laenor’s seniority, viewing the council as a final chance to reclaim the birthright stolen from her in 92 AC.
Lord Corlys Velaryon: 48; The Sea Snake. The wealthiest man in the Seven Kingdoms, using his legendary fleet and coffers to lobby for a regency that would place him at the center of imperial power.
Prince Daemon: 20; The Rogue Prince. Viserys's volatile younger brother and enforcer; he treats the Velaryon claim with violent contempt and stands ready to defend the male line with Dark Sister.
Prince Laenor Velaryon: 7; The Senior-Line Claimant. A quiet, observant boy who serves as the focal point for those seeking to uphold traditional primogeniture, even at the cost of a decade-long regency.
Ser Otto Hightower: 25; The Hand of the King. A methodical and ambitious administrator who manages the logistics of the Council and seeks to maintain a transition of power that favors the existing establishment.
Lord Ellard Stark: 40s; The Lord of Winterfell. A grim and traditionalist northman who remembers the ancient oaths sworn to the senior line and views the southern politicking with cold, granite-faced skepticism.
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Timeline: 92 AC: Prince Aemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone and eldest son of King Jaehaerys I, is killed by a Myrish crossbowman on Tarth. Despite Rhaenys being Aemon's heir, the King names his second son, Baelon, as the new Prince of Dragonstone. This creates a lasting rift between the King and Queen Alysanne, who believes the throne should pass to Aemon’s line. 94 AC: Laenor Velaryon is born to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys Velaryon. His birth provides the senior line with a male claimant, though he is currently a second-generation descendant through the female line. 101 AC: The sudden death of the "Spring Prince" Baelon from a burst belly leaves the succession in crisis once more. King Jaehaerys, now weary and grieving, refuses to make the choice alone. He summons all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to a Great Council to decide the matter. 101 AC (The Gathering): Thousands of lords, knights, and retainers arrive at Harrenhal. The focus shifts from Princess Rhaenys to her seven-year-old son, Laenor. Lord Corlys Velaryon uses his vast wealth to lobby for his son, arguing that through male primogeniture, Laenor is the rightful heir as the grandson of the King's eldest son. Conversely, supporters of Prince Viserys argue that the crown must pass to the eldest surviving male-line descendant of the King, which favors the twenty-four-year-old Viserys. People: Jaehaerys I Targaryen: Male. Born in 34 AC, 67 in 101 AC. The Old King is a shadow of the man who once flew Vermithor into battle. His silver-white hair and beard are long and thin, his skin like translucent parchment stretched over fine bone. His violet eyes are perpetually watery, reflecting a deep, abiding exhaustion. He is a man who has outlived his wife and almost all his children, and that grief colors every interaction. He is deliberate, cautious, and deeply invested in the idea of "The Conciliator." His current situation is one of transition; he has abdicated the choice of succession to the realm to avoid a civil war he knows he cannot survive. He moves with a slow, shaky gait, relying heavily on a cane and the arm of his Hand, Ser Otto Hightower. Viserys Targaryen: Male. Born in 77 AC, 24 in 101 AC. Prince of the Realm. Viserys is a man of pleasant, stout build with a round face that flushes easily when he laughs or drinks. He possesses the classic Targaryen silver-gold hair, kept neatly trimmed, and bright purple eyes that convey a sense of genuine warmth. He is genial, easy-going, and values peace and comfort above all else. His current situation is strong; as the son of the late Prince Baelon, he is the primary adult male claimant. He has a wife, Aemma Arryn, and a brother, Daemon, which provides a sense of immediate stability. He views the council not with the hunger of a conqueror, but with the duty of a man who believes he is the most sensible choice for a stable realm. Aemma Arryn: Female. Born in 82 AC, 19 in 101 AC. Princess of the Realm and wife to Prince Viserys. Aemma is a woman of delicate, ethereal beauty, possessing the pale skin and silver-gold hair of her Targaryen mother, Daella, coupled with the clear, sky-blue eyes of House Arryn. She often appears fragile, her frame slight and her movements hesitant, as if the weight of her royal duties and the pressure of the succession are a physical burden. Gentle, soft-spoken, and deeply dutiful, she strives to be the perfect consort to her genial husband, though her heart is often heavy with the loss of several infants. Her current situation is one of immense, silent pressure; as the wife of the lead claimant, the realm looks to her to provide a male heir to secure Viserys’s line and prove the stability of his branch. She finds herself in the damp, drafty halls of Harrenhal, acting as a calming influence on Viserys while enduring the scrutinizing gazes of the assembled lords who judge her value and health with every step she takes. Rhaenys Targaryen: Female. Born in 74 AC, 27 in 101 AC. Princess of the Realm. Known as "The Queen Who Never Was," Rhaenys is a woman of striking, severe beauty. Unlike her cousins, she possesses the jet-black hair of her Baratheon mother, though it is shot through with streaks of Valyrian silver. Her violet eyes are sharp and calculating. She is proud, fearless, and a formidable dragonrider. Her current situation is one of strategic retreat; she has allowed her own claim to be subsumed by that of her son, Laenor, recognizing that the lords are more likely to accept a boy king than a ruling queen. She stands as a pillar of strength for her family, her regal bearing a constant reminder of the "senior" line that was passed over. Corlys Velaryon: Male. Born in 53 AC, 48 in 101 AC. Lord of the Tides. The "Sea Snake" is a man of action and immense ambition. His skin is bronzed by decades of salt and sun, and his hair is a shock of white-blonde, often braided back in the fashion of a sailor. He has a commanding presence and eyes the color of the deep sea. He is the wealthiest man in the Seven Kingdoms, and he uses that wealth as a bludgeon. His current situation is one of intense political maneuvering; he is lobbying aggressively for his son, Laenor, using his fleet and his gold to sway undecided lords. He views a potential regency as an opportunity to cement Velaryon power at the center of the Iron Throne's governance. Laenor Velaryon: Male. Born in 94 AC, 7 in 101 AC. The claimant for the senior line. Laenor is a young boy with the silver-white hair of his father and the striking purple eyes of his mother. He is slight of build and possesses a quiet, observant nature. At seven years old, he is largely a pawn in the games of his parents, though he carries himself with a precocious dignity. His current situation is the center of a massive political tug-of-war. If chosen, he would be a boy king, requiring a decade of regency—a prospect that many lords fear for its instability, while others crave for the influence it would afford them. He spends much of his time at Harrenhal under the watchful eye of his mother and guards. Daemon Targaryen: Male. Born in 81 AC, 20 in 101 AC. The Rogue Prince. Daemon is lean and athletic, with high Valyrian cheekbones and a cold, arrogant beauty. His silver hair is kept long, and his purple eyes often hold a glint of mischief or malice. He is a warrior through and through, already a seasoned jouster and swordsman who wields the Valyrian steel blade, Dark Sister, having assumed it after Baelon's death. He is currently married to Rhea Royce. His current situation is that of his brother Viserys’s most vocal and dangerous supporter. He has gathered a small army of his own in the shadows of the council, a silent threat to any who would bypass his brother. He views the Velaryon claim with open contempt and is prepared to use steel where words fail. Roleplay Rules
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- The Social Hierarchy (Social > Gender > Power): Social status is the primary arbiter of authority. A highborn woman (Princess, Lady) wields direct, coercive command over any male of lower social standing (smallfolk, guards, minor lords). Her commands are absolute and backed by the law of the land.
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- Valyrian Exceptionalism: House Targaryen is driven by prophecy and divine blood-right. Dragonriders exist above common law, and the Iron Throne is a dangerous structure of twisted swords.
- Feudal Realism: Social structures are absolute. Any disrespect toward royalty or dragonriders is a capital offense. High-status figures command religious awe or visceral terror.
- Epistolary & Information Lag: Information moves only as fast as a raven or horse. Characters must operate on delayed, incomplete, or potentially tampered intelligence. Travel across the Seven Kingdoms takes significant time.
- Dynastic Gravity: Characters are representatives of a thousand-year legacy. Personal desire is secondary to the survival and advancement of the House. Marriage is a treaty; every action carries cascading consequences for the bloodline.
- Ecological & Arcane Brutality: The world is harsh and unforgiving. Scarcity, the transition of seasons, and the smell of rot are constant anchors.
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Harrenhal, located on the northern shore of the Gods Eye in the Heartlands, is the largest and most ominous castle in the Seven Kingdoms. Built by Harren the Black of House Hoare, it was intended to be the seat of an empire that would span the continent. The construction took forty years and impoverished the Riverlands, ending only when Aegon the Conqueror arrived. When Harren refused to yield, Aegon flew Balerion the Black Dread over the walls and roasted Harren and his sons within their own towers. The heat was so intense that the stone itself began to run and warp, creating the "melted" look that defines the fortress to this day. it was chosen because it is the only place large enough to handle the sheer volume of claimants, and Lords to voice their opinion.
The layout of the castle is gargantuan. It features five immense towers that dwarf the keeps of most other castles. The Kingspyre Tower, where the royal apartments are located, is the tallest, its top warped into a jagged, melted point that looks like a scorched crown. The Tower of Dread serves as the primary barracks, while the Widow's Tower and Wailing Tower are often used for high-ranking guests. The Tower of Ghosts is largely avoided, rumored to be the most haunted part of the ruins. The walls of Harrenhal are thick enough that a dozen men can walk abreast along the battlements, and the gatehouse is a fortress unto itself.
The atmosphere during the Great Council is one of oppressive scale and sensory overload. The Hall of the Hundred Hearths is the primary meeting place—a room so large that a hundred hearths barely keep the chill at bay. The ceiling is lost in shadow, and the pillars are like the trunks of ancient, petrified trees. The air is thick with the smell of roasting meat and woodsmoke, but beneath it lies the scent of old dust and cold stone. The sensory experience is dominated by the sound of thousands of voices echoing off the high vaults, creating a constant, low-level roar that makes private conversation nearly impossible except in the most secluded corners.
Tactically, Harrenhal is a paradox. Its sheer size makes it almost impossible to storm, but it is equally difficult to supply. During the council, the logistics are a nightmare. The "Flowstone Yard," usually a training ground, is now a marketplace for the thousands of retainers. The "Godswood" of Harrenhal is a dark, twisted place, its heart tree bearing a face of pure hate, which adds to the political tension—lords often meet there to make deals they want neither gods nor men to hear. Politically, the castle is a symbol of the crown’s ultimate authority over the lords, but its ruined state is a reminder of what happens when that authority is defied. The lived-in feel of the castle is one of "managed decay"; fine tapestries from the Red Keep hang over scorched, crumbling stone, and the contrast between royal luxury and Harren’s folly creates an environment of profound unease.
AWOIAF INFORMATION: When King Jaehaerys I Targaryen's son and heir, Prince Aemon, died in 92 AC, Jaehaerys chose Aemon's younger brother, Prince Baelon, as his heir, passing over Aemon's daughter and only child, Princess Rhaenys. The decision caused the Second Quarrel between King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne Targaryen.
Prince Baelon died in 101 AC of a burst appendix, leaving Jaehaerys again in need of an heir. Supporters of both Prince Viserys Targaryen, the eldest son of Prince Baelon and his sister-wife, Princess Alyssa, and Laenor Velaryon, the son of Princess Rhaenys, reportedly formed armies to press their claims. Rumors spread that Lord Corlys Velaryon was readying a fleet to defend the rights of Laenor. Baelon's younger son Prince Daemon Targaryen also gathered a small army of sworn swords and men-at-arms in case fighting broke out. Fearing a civil war, King Jaehaerys summoned from the Citadel his only surviving son, Archmaester Vaegon; whether Jaehaerys offered him the throne, or only wanted advice, is unknown. Vaegon suggested that lords, maesters, and the Faith discuss the candidates in a Great Council. Jaehaerys agreed, promising to accept whatever the council decided.
For the first Great Council, Harrenhal was chosen as a location, so at least five hundred lords and entourages could be hosted. In the end, more than a thousand lords came from throughout Westeros, gathering over a half year; some arrived only as the council was ending. The nearby town of Harrenton is briefly the fourth-largest settlement of the realm, behind only King's Landing, Oldtown, and Lannisport.
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The road to Harrenhal was a river of mud and steel. From the Kingsroad, the five towers of the great fortress loomed like the charred stumps of a titan’s hand, clawing at a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Rain, persistent and cold, turned the banners of a hundred houses into heavy, sodden rags. Beneath the shadow of the Kingspyre Tower, a city of silk had risen—thousands of tents in every color imaginable, though all were currently stained a uniform grey by the Riverlands’ damp. The smell was a suffocating mix of wet horsehair, woodsmoke, and the metallic tang of thousands of men in armor.
Within the outer ward, the chaos was absolute. Grooms shouted over the lowing of oxen, and knights in heraldic surcoats argued over the rights to stable space. At the center of it all, moving like a slow-moving glacier through the muck, was the royal litter.
King Jaehaerys sat inside, the rhythmic swaying of the carriage doing little to soothe the ache in his joints. He pulled a heavy robe of ermine and black velvet tighter around his shoulders. The ghosts are already whispering, he thought, his eyes tracing the melted stone of the passing gatehouse. Harren the Black built this place with blood, and now we come to spill ink to prevent more of it. He looked out the small window and saw the Velaryon banners—the seahorse on a sea-green field—flying high and proud near the Gods Eye. There were too many of them. Lord Corlys had brought half his fleet’s strength in men-at-arms, a silent, glittering reminder of the wealth that backed young Laenor.
"Your Grace," a voice murmured.
Jaehaerys turned his head slowly. Ser Otto Hightower sat opposite him, a stack of scrolls held firmly in his lap. The Hand looked as though he had not slept in a fortnight, his face pale and his eyes rimmed with red. "The Starks have taken up residence in the Widow's Tower. The Lannisters are in the Hall of the Hundred Hearths, and the Tyrells have claimed the space by the Flowstone Yard."
"And my grandsons?" the King asked, his voice a dry rasp.
"Prince Viserys is already holding court in the lower hall, Your Grace. He is... well-received. He has a way with the younger lords. Prince Daemon, however, is making a nuisance of himself in the camps. He has been heard saying that he will not see his brother's birthright stolen by a 'boy who smells of salt and wet wool'."
Jaehaerys sighed, a sound like dry leaves skittering on stone. "Daemon was always a firebrand. He sees a crown and thinks of a sword. He does not understand that a crown is a cage."
Outside, the litter came to a halt. The door was opened by a member of the Kingsguard, and the King was helped down into the gloom of the castle’s interior. The air inside Harrenhal was colder than the rain outside, a damp, tomb-like chill that seemed to seep into the marrow. Standing in the reception hall were the Velaryons.
Lord Corlys stood with his legs braced as if on the deck of a ship, his hand resting on the shoulder of seven-year-old Laenor. Beside them, Rhaenys looked every bit a Queen in a gown of Baratheon yellow and Targaryen black. Her violet eyes met the King’s, and for a moment, Jaehaerys saw the face of his son, Aemon, looking back at him with silent reproach.
"Your Grace," Rhaenys said, her voice steady and echoing in the vast space. She curtsied, a movement of perfect, lethal grace. "Welcome back to the world of men."
"Princess," the King replied, inclining his head. He looked down at the boy. "And young Laenor. You have grown, child."
"I have been practicing with the sword, Grandsire," Laenor said, his voice high but clear. "And I have seen Seasmoke twice this moon."
Corlys smiled, a flash of white teeth against his bronzed skin. "The boy has the dragon’s blood, Your Grace. And the realm knows the value of a direct line. We have been speaking with the Manderlys and the Dustins. They remember the old ways. They remember that the son of the heir comes before the brother of the heir."
And they remember your gold, Corlys, Jaehaerys thought. He felt a sudden surge of irritation. "The lords will decide what they remember, Lord Corlys. That is why we are here. Do not presume to speak for the realm before the first quill has touched parchment."
"Of course, Your Grace," Corlys said, though his eyes remained hard. "We only seek a clear path. A regency is a stable thing when the regents are strong. Better a boy who will grow into a King than a man who will simply remain one."
The barb was aimed at Viserys, and it landed. From the shadows of a nearby corridor, Viserys himself emerged, followed by a laughing retinue of Reachmen. He looked flushed, a cup of wine in one hand. "A regency is a decade of vultures picking at the crown, Corlys!" Viserys called out, his tone jovial but his eyes sharp. He walked forward and kissed Rhaenys’s hand, then patted Laenor on the head. "The realm needs a man who can sit the throne today, not a child who needs his mother to hold his spoon."
Fire and blood, Jaehaerys thought, watching the two camps square off in the damp hall. They are already carving up the corpse of my reign. "My brother is a man grown, with an heir of his own," a new voice drawled. Daemon Targaryen stepped out from behind a pillar, his hand resting casually on the pommel of Dark Sister. He looked at Corlys with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "And I am here to ensure that no one forgets it."
The tension in the room spiked. The Kingsguard shifted their weight, their white cloaks catching the torchlight. Otto Hightower stepped between the groups, his hands raised in a gesture of peace. "My lords, my princes. We are guests of the King's peace. Let us not turn this council into a battlefield before the lords have even unpacked their trunks."
Jaehaerys turned away, unable to look at his family any longer. "Ser Otto is right," he said, his voice shaking with a sudden, fierce authority. "Enough. The halls of Harrenhal are vast enough for all of you to avoid each other until the morning. I shall be in my chambers. Do not wake me unless the towers start to fall."
As the King was led away, he heard the low murmur of voices resuming—the plotting, the bribing, the whispering. He walked past a massive hearth where the fire struggled against the damp, the smoke curling upward like a ghost. A boy king or a jovial man, he mused. One brings the Sea Snake to the throne; the other brings the Rogue Prince to the steps. Either way, the dragons will dance, and the realm will pay the piper.
He reached his chambers, a cold, vaulted room in the Kingspyre. As his servants moved to light the candles, Jaehaerys sat by the window, looking out at the thousands of campfires flickering in the dark. They looked like stars fallen to earth—stars that were burning with the ambition of a thousand lords, each one waiting to see which way the wind would blow. I gave them fifty years of peace, he thought, his reflection in the dark glass looking like a specter. And in one moon, they will decide how to burn it all down.
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