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{{Personaggio
| Nome = Owen
| Cognome = Merryweather
| Casata = [[Nobile Casa Merryweather]]
| Titoli = [[Primo Cavaliere]]
| StemmaF = St_Merryweather
}}

 

[[Owen Merryweather]] è [[Primo Cavaliere]] nella seconda parte del terzo secolo dalla [[Conquista]].<ref name="ACOK03">[[ACOK03]]</ref>

 


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== Resoconto biografico ==
Owen Merryweather è investito [[Primo Cavaliere]] durante il regno di [[Aerys Targaryen (Aerys II)|Aerys II Targaryen]]. Condannato all'esilio, muore senza terre né soldi.<ref name="ACOK03" />

 

== Titoli ==
{{Successione | Carica = [[Primo Cavaliere]] | Logo = St_Merryweather | Nome = [[Owen Merryweather]] | Durata1 = ???-??? | Predecessore1 = ??? | Successore1 = ???}}

 

== Note ==
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{{Portale | Argomento1 = Personaggi}}

 

<noinclude>[[Categoria:Nobile Casa Merryweather]] [[Categoria:OP]] [[Categoria:Personaggi]] [[Categoria:Primi Cavalieri]]</noinclude>



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Ad ora non abbiamo nessuna informazione su come è passato dall'essere Primo Cavaliere ad essere esiliato?


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The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real... for a moment at least... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.
Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot.
Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.

 

[George R. R. Martin]

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No, a memoria le specifiche sono in ASoS :)



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32 minutes fa, Lord Beric dice:

Ad ora non abbiamo nessuna informazione su come è passato dall'essere Primo Cavaliere ad essere esiliato?

 

Merryweather fu punito perché i suoi sforzi nel contenere la ribellione si rivelarono troppo deboli e fallimentari.

 

So Spake Martin: Young Lord Connington (August 25, 2000)

 

Aerys initially replaced Lord Tywin with the elderly, amiable Lord Merryweather, a courtier who was famed for throwing lavish feasts and flattering the king shamelessly. When Robert and Ned and Jon Arryn began their rebellion, Merryweather declared them outlaws and sent commands to various lesser lords to deliver them or their heads, but never stirred from King's Landing.

His methods proved largely ineffectual.. so much so that the paranoid king suspected him of deliberately helping Robert through inaction. So he stripped Merryweather of lands, title, and office and sent him into exile, and chose a very different man for Hand -- the young, vigorous Lord Connington, a friend of Rhaegar's who had a great reputation as a warrior.

 

 

The World of Ice and Fire - The Fall of the Dragons: Robert’s Rebellion

 

Robert Baratheon proved himself a fearless, indomitable warrior as more and more men flocked to his banner. Robert was the first over the walls at Gulltown, when Lord Grafton raised his banner for Targaryens, and from there he sailed to Storm's End—risking capture by the royal fleet—to call his banners. Not all came willing: Aerys's Hand, Lord Merryweather, encouraged certain stormlords to rise up against Lord Robert. Yet it was an effort that proved fruitless following Lord Robert's victories at Summerhall, where he won three battles in a single day. His hastily gathered forces defeated Lords Grandison and Cafferen in turn, and Robert went on to kill Lord Fell in single combat before taking his famous son Silveraxe captive.

 

A Dance with Dragons - Epilogue

 

Ser Kevan wished that he could share his certainty. He had known Jon Connington, slightly—a proud youth, the most headstrong of the gaggle of young lordlings who had gathered around Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, competing for his royal favor. Arrogant, but able and energetic. That, and his skill at arms, was why Mad King Aerys had named him Hand. Old Lord Merryweather's inaction had allowed the rebellion to take root and spread, and Aerys wanted someone young and vigorous to match Robert's own youth and vigor. "Too soon," Lord Tywin Lannister had declared when word of the king's choice had reached Casterly Rock. "Connington is too young, too bold, too eager for glory."

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Vogliamo una società socialista che corrisponda alle condizioni del nostro paese, che rispetti tutte le libertà sancite dalla Costituzione, che sia fondata su una pluralità di partiti, sul concorso di diverse forze sociali. Una società che rispetti tutte le libertà, meno una: quella di sfruttare il lavoro di altri esseri umani, perché questa libertà tutte le altre distrugge e rende vane.

Enrico Berlinguer

 

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)

 

The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,

So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect

Neil Peart (The Garden)

 

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.

Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)

 

In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.

George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)


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Inviato il 11 giugno 2020 14:08 Autore

Confermo che ad ACOK non sappiamo altro.



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Inviato il 24 giugno 2020 15:30

Allora uppo la voce così com'è, in attesa dei prossimi libri.


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Lord dei Pan di Stelle - Lord Comandante dei Peluche

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real... for a moment at least... that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.
Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot.
Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle-earth.

 

[George R. R. Martin]

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