Wind whips at stalwart trees, bending them at unnatural angles. Rain lashes against the hard stone of a castle wall. It’s just another day in the Stormlands.
The destruction of the gale is nothing compared to what the Baratheons can wreak when angered. They are the heirs of the Storm King, who legend says defied gods in order to marry his divine bride. They took up arms against the Mad King, and Robert swung his warhammer to scatter the rubies from the Targaryen’s breastplate. When the regime of the dragons fell, the reign of the stag took over.
Baratheon bannermen are determined warriors, fierce on the battlefield and fierce in their friendships. They are always ready to charge into an attack, even if they must ignore such trifling concerns as a proper defense. No one is finer with the weapons of war, and a line of loyal vassals can form a force as unyielding as a the rocks of Shipbreaker Bay. Should you make your way to the castle of Storm’s End, you can feel the spells of protection built into the walls and the slumbering power that binds the stones.
You revel in the honest work of open conflict: solid, gleaming steel in your hand, the snap of banners, and a warcry in your throat. If any stand in your way, you will fell them like trees. You will unleash the pure clean rage of the storm. You will show them Ours is the Fury.
Will you be swearing fealty to House Baratheon? If so, tell us who your favorite Baratheon is—Robert, Renly, Stannis—or even Joffrey?