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Post by Erik on Dec 20, 2007 2:18:08 GMT -5
"Noted, Glover. At least until the crown gives word. Then, I suppose it will be fair game. And of course you are always welcome on Bear Island. Good day."
And with that, Erik turns and leaves, marching with his troops back to the Lucky Bastard, which promptly sails off.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 20, 2007 16:46:25 GMT -5
A man comes from within Deepwood Motte, runnign down to the stoney beach. "My lord, a letter from Winterfell!"
Handing it to Lord Glover it read.
To Lord Glover
The kin of Lyas Bolton are not to be punished for the sins of their lord. Any attempts at Iron born raiding of landing on northern soil will be constituted as an act of war. You are to raise levies for the protection of any potential landing spots, Lords Ryswell and Flint are doing the same.
Your sovereign lord,
Roose Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North
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Post by barker520 on Mar 19, 2008 9:11:36 GMT -5
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The ancient wooden keep of the Glovers reared up in the distance, as the western army finally emerged from the wolfswood. Lewys himself rode within a couple hundred yards of the walls before he ordered the host to halt and make camp. After the proper measures had been taken, he summoned his war advisors and senior lords and headed to the gates. A rider wearing the mailed fist on his surcoat met him halfway.
"Greetings, friends. Lord Glover has been expecting you for some time, Ser Mors," the Glover man spoke, indicating Lewys.
"I am Lewys, Lord of Deep Den. I took command from my brother as he came north, but I come with the same plans as was agreed upon by your Lord and my brother," Lewys informed the man. "Mors is that wretched creature over there," Lewys joked, indicating Mors who was grinning sheepishly through his dark beard.
"My apologies, my Lord," replied the Glover man. They were escorted into the keep and into the great hall, where food and drink had been prepared for the travelers after a long march. Lewys, more interested in plans than food, asked to be taken to the Lord's chambers, who was absent from the hall. He approached the door and was escorted into a dimly lit room which was the Lord Glover's solar.
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Post by The Smith on Mar 19, 2008 22:08:03 GMT -5
Lord Glover sits in his chair, he is polishing a shield brandishing his Sigil.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 20, 2008 10:42:34 GMT -5
Lewys bows, and elects to speak first. "Lord Glover, I am Lewys, Lord of Deep Den, and the older brother of Mors, whom you treated with through correspondence. I am here to complete the business that was agreed upon. My men are eating in your hall, and you have my thanks for the welcome, but I prefer to get right to the chase. Let us discuss the plans," Lewys finishes, exhaling. The man merely smiled and nodded, so Lewys pulled out a piece of paper detailing a plan of action he had drew up, and handed to Lord Glover for his opinion.
"It could use some work, most likely, but I think it will do," Lewys said with a slight smile, proud of his idea that he was now sharing. "We're just waiting on the Manderly ships, which left port in White Harbor 4 months ago."
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Post by The Smith on Mar 20, 2008 13:25:55 GMT -5
Lord Glover nodded, and stood. Putting down the shield he offered his hand, "Welcome. We may have quite a wait on our hands. These northern waters slow travel much in the winter."
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Post by barker520 on Mar 20, 2008 13:29:18 GMT -5
Lewys smiled, shaking the man's hand, visibly relieved that they had not marched all this way for nothing. "I have Manderly men, and Ryswell men, and Tallhart men, with me too, Lord. This will be a joint operation. But now, I must retire to the hall and sup with my men. I thank you for your most kind accomodations."
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Post by barker520 on Mar 20, 2008 16:32:34 GMT -5
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Lewys gazed out onto the cold, stony beach where thousands of men toiled in the cold, hammering and sawing. Lewys had never been much a sailor, but now he was learning more than ever, watching his men constructing large ships under the close eye of the veteran Glover sailors.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 21, 2008 11:34:24 GMT -5
Lewys ordered for ale to be taken down to the men on the beach. They had just completed their first ship, and it was beautiful in Lewys's eyes. He joined the men on the shore, getting drunk in the cold, before they had sense enough to ask Lord Glover's leave for the use of his great hall for a celebration.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 23, 2008 13:09:59 GMT -5
Lewys and the workers repeated the celebration a month later, as their eighteenth ship was completed. The White Harbor fleet had arrived two weeks earlier, and gladly joined in on the drunken feast. But Lewys made sure that Mors and the men under his direct command did not have any wine or ale that night. He needed them fresh.
The next morning, before dawn, two of the swiftest ships slipped out of the harbor across the icy bay.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 23, 2008 21:41:29 GMT -5
Lewys was up all night, his mind on the Sailor and friend and the mission he had entrusted to him. Have I sent him and 29 other men to their deaths?, he thought miserably. After sleeping for just an hour, he arose at dawn, and issued a command that from this day forth, five hundred men per day will take turns sleeping by the boats, taking watches. If Dick had succeeded, I don't want them pulling the same trick on us. Lewys smiled with satisfaction as he observed that the third new ship had been completed, and the men were preparing to begin on the fourth.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 24, 2008 21:04:56 GMT -5
Ser Davos Swyft and two northmen rode northwest from Deepwood Motte, towards the wall.
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Post by Erik on Mar 25, 2008 0:37:12 GMT -5
A longboat approaches the shore, flying a flag of truce. It would appear to be looking for a parlay.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 25, 2008 7:36:58 GMT -5
Six ships surround the longship a mile from shore to board it and search the deck. If they resist, the ship is to be destroyed by three ships while the others watch for a possible trap. The longship is to be escorted to the shore under watchful eyes. When the message reaches Lewys, he will instruct that every man, woman, or child from the longship are to be respectfully moved from the ship onto the land and given comfortable cells, tower cells if available, are not to be injured no matter what. All shall be under guard night and day. The commander should be taken and given Lewys's own quarters under guard. He will not be needing them for a few days.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 25, 2008 10:45:42 GMT -5
Twenty war ships, flying the silver eagle and the black crow alike, arrive in Deepwood Motte's harbor.
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Hope you all are well and happy.