Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 13, 2008 2:59:13 GMT -5
Roose Stark stood. "We will make do with what we have at the moment, the king needs us in the south, but we must not be slack in protecting the north."
"Tommorow I march south with what strength we have. Lord Karstark you march with me, as will Lords Dustin, Manderly and Ryswell." He turned his grey eyes to regard Robbet. "Flint, I want you to set up watch posts along with western coast, with signal lights that can warn us of invaders. Use horns, fire, ravens, or riders...whatever will do to make sure that we know of anyone landing on our shores. The sixteen thousand men left will be put under the command of Lord Gariss Stane, who shall be arriving here shortly, and command the men as a reactionary force. Olander Reed, you are to wait here for Lord Gariss and detail him on his duties. After that see to Moat Cailen's defences, reinforce it until it maintains a garrison of at least three thousand five hundred, you will then make all do haste and join me in the south."
The steward soon came and handed Roose a long black scabbard. The young Stark drew from it a long blade that seemed to swallow the light coming off the torches. Ice rippled as Roose lowered it before him. Blizzard sat at his side, and looked on the gathered northern lords. "This I order, as is my right as Lord and Warden of the North, in the name of Rickon Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Rhoynar, the Andals, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." He stood there in terrible nobility, torch light reflecting off his grey eyes and brown hair, with all the authority of his liniege, the Kings in the North and of Winter, the Lords of Winterfell.
"Tommorow I march south with what strength we have. Lord Karstark you march with me, as will Lords Dustin, Manderly and Ryswell." He turned his grey eyes to regard Robbet. "Flint, I want you to set up watch posts along with western coast, with signal lights that can warn us of invaders. Use horns, fire, ravens, or riders...whatever will do to make sure that we know of anyone landing on our shores. The sixteen thousand men left will be put under the command of Lord Gariss Stane, who shall be arriving here shortly, and command the men as a reactionary force. Olander Reed, you are to wait here for Lord Gariss and detail him on his duties. After that see to Moat Cailen's defences, reinforce it until it maintains a garrison of at least three thousand five hundred, you will then make all do haste and join me in the south."
The steward soon came and handed Roose a long black scabbard. The young Stark drew from it a long blade that seemed to swallow the light coming off the torches. Ice rippled as Roose lowered it before him. Blizzard sat at his side, and looked on the gathered northern lords. "This I order, as is my right as Lord and Warden of the North, in the name of Rickon Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Rhoynar, the Andals, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms." He stood there in terrible nobility, torch light reflecting off his grey eyes and brown hair, with all the authority of his liniege, the Kings in the North and of Winter, the Lords of Winterfell.
Hope you all are well and happy.