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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:39:33 GMT -5
"Wildling ways are not our ways," the watchman replied. "And the wildlings want none of it. Why do you think damned Hallise is at our gates? They want the Gift, that's what they want. They want to break the Wall and escape the cold, and take what's ours."
"And the Watch can't defend the Wall?" Garrett asked. "How many of you are there? Aren't there some nineteen castles along the Wall?"
"And yet the whole force of the realm has come to defend the Wall," another knight shook his head.
"Thank sweet Aemon for that," Garrett said.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:41:59 GMT -5
"There was a time, brother, that the First Men wanted none of the Andal ways, but now Winterfell bows to the Iron Throne and has for centuries. The Wildlings are men and can be bent to the will of Kings."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:48:18 GMT -5
"The wildlings are free folk led by a savage with delusions of glory," the watchmen spat.
"What are you suggesting, ser?" Garrett asked Ser Doyle curiously. "That we take the wild North into King Aemon's peace?" It was an intriguing thought.
OOC: brb
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Post by melon on Jul 28, 2007 3:51:27 GMT -5
Lord Robert Hightower was a Hightower by birth but the years that he remembers the most are the ones at Highgarden and then Uplands with Lord Tallahar so heights was something Robert did not run to so as he saw the silent company Garrett go to the Wall Robert takes one look to the top the returns again to the Training Yard to Practice yard again.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:53:37 GMT -5
"When that savage has his skull smashed by Donal's mace or is gutted by Rhodri's spear, then the Wildlings will have to reconsider who has the stronger master."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:57:18 GMT -5
"Aye," the watchman laughed. "I've heard of this Redroyce, but I assure you our Lord Commander will be the best one to do it."
"Is Lord Rhodri here?" Garrett asked Ser Doyle.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 4:01:25 GMT -5
"Lord Rhodri brings the Stormland banner and will arrive soon, under Lord Rindwynd's command."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 4:17:54 GMT -5
"I expect he'll have to report to Lord Brendan Wendwater, our Lord Commander," the watchman said. "Every lord does."
Garrett gazed out into the dark forest, for a moment intensely envying the rangers.
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 28, 2007 4:37:19 GMT -5
Donal finished his conversation with Gisella and realised with a start that most of the day had gone. He shivered, suddenly noticing the cold which had seeped into his bones, and made his way to the Lord Commander's tower. They needed to speak.
Gisella, her business done, went to the top of the Wall once more.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2007 6:12:47 GMT -5
On hearing that the Stormlanders have arrived, Ser Garrett informed Ser Doyle Swann, and together with his Vale friends Garrett mounted his grey courser and rode out into the snow fields. Nymeria Waynwood beamed at Ser Garrett as he rode up; even in plain riding leathers and breeches, he still managed to look effortlessly handsome, with all the easy grace and comeliness of his youth.
"Glad to see you made it safely, my lord," Garrett called as he rode up to the Redroyce's party. "We came about a week ago, Ser Donal, Lord Hightower and I."
Elane was helped down from her palfrey, tired and cold, but interested in everything she saw. "I'll have to find Lilith eventually, but I suppose that can wait for a bit. How beautiful the Wall is - and how forbidding Castle Black looks."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 29, 2007 10:57:01 GMT -5
When Ser Garrett and Ser Doyle's party is approaching the Stormland forces, Lady Cortesse Horpe ducks behind the supply wayns, out of the Bentbow's sight. She was not yet ready to confront him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2007 11:06:53 GMT -5
"Where is Alliser?" Garrett asked Elane as she brushed snow off her gown. "And Tommen?"
"Alliser and Tommen are back in the Vale," Elane replied. It was only half the truth. Tommen had returned home, but Alliser was gone on Elane's business.
Garrett looked disappointed, but as he turned away Lady Nymeria sauntered up to him. "Why have you all come?" he asked, aghast, as he looked at the bevy of ladies. "War is no place for women!" He rounded on Lord Rhodri. "My lord, this was ill done. My cousin comes here on her hospital work, I know, but these are women gently born, who should be safe at home."
OOC: Be back in 15
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 29, 2007 11:29:16 GMT -5
Lord Jayson Plumm rode up the wall thinking about the last time he had seen it's heights and shivers ran up and down his body, and not from the cold wind that seemed to perpetually blow off that icy mass. As he dismounted from his horse in Castle Black's courtyard he tried to ignore the endless blather of Lord Yew. Plumm looks around the courtyard at the other people arriving, desperately looking for someone to fob Lord Yew onto to.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 29, 2007 11:48:04 GMT -5
Lord Rhodri turns to Ser Garrett. "They are not here by my permitting, young Garrett, it is all Elane's doing. I told them to remain behind in the South, and again at Winterfell. But they plan to aid my Naunt at the convalescent tents, so perhaps their presence will save lives. Sometime all it takes to save a man's life is to give him water and comfort, and it takes no special skill to do that."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2007 11:48:53 GMT -5
"We've come with Lady Elane," Nymeria said. "And there are only four of us - well, and that Grey Lady. But she's not here to nurse. We are."
"Do you think nursing is a game?" Garrett asked her. "These are wildlings, Nym. You'll have to get back on those horses and ride home."
"They're with me, coz," Elane said firmly. "And with their parents' consent, surprisingly. Not all of my ladies rode north with me. Leave them be; perhaps they're stronger than you realize."
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Hope you all are well and happy.