The Baratheon Manse

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Where the Lord of the Stormlands, his family, and his retinue stay while in Kings Landing.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

It was the hour of the wolf when Oswyn finally returned to the family manse, leaning heavily on the shoulder of the goldcloak that had helped him home. Gone was the jovial young man that had left for an evening of celebration after his victory in the joust. His hair was matted with dried blood and half his face was covered as well. He made his way inside with a heavy limp and it was clear from the unusual way he was holding his hand that a few of his fingers were likely broken.

"Father!" he shouted, through blood-stained teeth, the fury inherent in the Baratheon line clear in his tone.

[Sam]

Sept 8, 2013 23:57:44 GMT -5 Lord Oswyn Baratheon said:

It was the hour of the wolf when Oswyn finally returned to the family manse, leaning heavily on the shoulder of the goldcloak that had helped him home. Gone was the jovial young man that had left for an evening of celebration after his victory in the joust. His hair was matted with dried blood and half his face was covered as well. He made his way inside with a heavy limp and it was clear from the unusual way he was holding his hand that a few of his fingers were likely broken.

"Father!" he shouted, through blood-stained teeth, the fury inherent in the Baratheon line clear in his tone.

"What did you do now, lad?" Lord Sammael said, coming out of the next room where he'd most likely been reading by the fire, into the entry chamber.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Having been awoken by the commotion, Quenton's sleepy face briefly appears at the balustrade atop the stairs before he realises fully what state his elder brother is in.

"Oswyn!" he cries, his face anguished as he rushes down the stairs two at a time. "What happened to you!?"

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

Wearing her black long johns, Lady Eleanor came downstairs. She was not of the greatest moods when she was woken in the middle of the night. "What in the seven..." She stopped complaining when she saw her bloody grandson.

"Little Oswyn... What... What happened to you?" She felt a great urge to cry coming from down her throat. "Who did this to you?"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn stared incredulously at his father's calm reaction, as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

"What did I do?" he asked, face turning red from more than just blood now. "I was assaulted by brigands on the street, beaten with clubs within an inch of my life, and robbed!"

Upon the sight of his brother and grandmother, he calmed down noticeably. In his anger he had not thought of waking them.

[Lord Yohn Baratheon]

Feeling the bad blood rising between her son and grandson, she taught better than to stay there. She approached Oswyn, and kissed his cheeks. "You'll be fine then..." Eleanor tapped his face softly as if nothing had happened. "Come with granny, Little Quenton, your brother and father have much to is discuss..."

As she went back towards the stairs she poked her son and muttered on his left ear. "Don't be a prick..." And she went he way, only giving a quick glance back to see if Quenton would follow, if he didn't she wouldn't care, she just wanted to go back to bed.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Quenton shakes his head firmly at his grandmother.

"You need to see a maester," he says, looking positively unwell. "There's just... so much... blood!"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"Best have a guard fetch one then." Oswyn replied, slowly taking a seat, gritting his teeth in pain as he did so.

[Sam]

"A concerned friend, whom," Lord Baratheon asked sharply, as the Grandmaester just barged into his house. "Who could have known he was attacked, and notified the Grand Maester himself, only a few moments after it happened, save the men who ordered it?"

"And you," he added, whirling on his son. "Wandering King's Landing alone, drunk? Where are your men, the guards who do the specific service of showing such brigands that we are not worthwhile marks. Failing that, a Knight should be able to defend himself, even against rabble in the streets."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn allowed his wounds to be seen to, not questioning the Grandmaester's timely arrival in his concussed state.

"They couldn't keep up." he said tersely, his mind swimming. "There were four of them with clubs and they attacked from the darkness like cowards." he added, though his tone was now of shame rather than anger.

"I give those peasant bastards coin from my own prize and this is how I'm repaid." he grumbled, the bitterness eroding his usual gallant demeanor.

[Sam]

Lord Baratheon suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Where were you attacked?" he asked curtly, after a moment, before barking an order at one of his squires, who sat dozing in an armchair in the sitting room. The boy jumped to his feet and dashed off; Oswyn could head the sound of men being awoken and chainmail clinking. The squire came back, red-faced, with Lord Baratheon's sword-belt, which he buckled around his waist.

"Grand Maester take him upstairs and tend to him, if you would, and then please return to the Red Keep and inform the Lord Hand that my son was assaulted by brigands, and I will see to it myself," he said.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

It took Oswyn a long moment to remember the last tavern he had visited and been assaulted in front of, but he relayed the information to his father groggily. The milk of the poppy was already taking effect.

[Sam]

He had the servants take Oswyn up to bed, and lie him out comfortably, and then he marched out of the Manse, with about a dozen black and gold liveried men on his heels, all armed.