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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 23, 2008 21:20:15 GMT -5
"I will not go home, and you have no right to refuse me entrance." Roose bristled.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 23, 2008 21:23:05 GMT -5
"Alright boy... you can come up." The Ranger looked at the men protecting their Lord, "Watch the lad and if he does not obey you spank his ass. We have no room for spoiled children up here. Winter is coming."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 23, 2008 21:25:22 GMT -5
He continued, feeling a little ashamed about his outburst. "The Starks have always been friends to the watch, and friends help one another. Besides," he said with wry grin, "Don't you recognize me Grenkton?"
The Ranger had trained Roose in the sword, the crow was good, though he was, in Roose's opinion, a stubborn asshole.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 23, 2008 21:28:37 GMT -5
"I see you boy. And I know you. Be careful." Grenkton replied.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 23, 2008 21:34:20 GMT -5
Roose threw Grenkton another cocky grin, "I am almost a man grown Grenkton, only three more namedays and I come of age." But without pursuing the matter he changed subjects. "How is Benjen?"
He remembered his old mentor, and teacher. He remembered the hatred Benjen Stark bore for him for some unfathomable reason, he also remembered when that hatred mellowed. No, it never turned into anything close to love, perhaps not even respect, but after a few years together tere something of a grudging acknowledgement of their relationship. And for Roose, that was enough.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 23, 2008 21:41:12 GMT -5
"He is North. They have sent a ranging out. Dark times." The Ranger frowned at the lad.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 23, 2008 21:42:03 GMT -5
"Winter is coming," the young boy replied, "What news is there from beyond the wall?"
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Post by The Smith on Jan 23, 2008 21:56:27 GMT -5
The Ranger looked at the Lord, and then his men, "Wildlings are raiding all along the Wall. Snows are frequent now."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 23, 2008 22:09:28 GMT -5
Roose nodded, he knew what the Ranger was talking about. "I can give you twenty-five hundred men, more, after the possibilty of war in the south is done."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 23, 2008 22:24:16 GMT -5
"Go talk to Bracken. I have no need of armies." the Ranger's eyes drift to the wall and he quiets. "Talk to Bracken... he needs armies."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 24, 2008 10:24:41 GMT -5
Roose looks up and nods. "Alright then, cheers Grenk."
Stepping off his horse he takes the steps up to the top of the wall, clutching his cloak around him tightly. At the top he starts looking around for the Lord Commander.
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Post by Ellinda on Jan 24, 2008 12:26:18 GMT -5
It began to snow again. A lone rider tore out of the North to the wall. When he grew closer, it was obvious he was dressed in crow black.
He rode through the tunnel and then rider and horse (or perhaps horse and rider) collapsed. Filomen went to investigate. The rider was not familiar but he had a mad look in his eyes. "Death...death walks," he murmured as he fell into a shivering unconsciousness. The Maester sent a milling teen to the Lord Commander letting him know what was up and asking him to call a meeting, and then went back to attending his patient. A cold chill gripped his innards, one that had little to do with blowing winds.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jan 26, 2008 0:42:22 GMT -5
Roose had a quick talk with Mudd, and, when he left, promised him three thousand men. He pondered the stories that the men were talking about, as well as Benjen's absence. But he had no more time to think when the captain of his honour guard, Ser Vaymar Rogers, called to him. "My lord, it's best we be getting back to Winterfell."
Mounting up, they road off, the young lord of Winterfell stared back at the Wall. "Odd," he whispered, "It looks like it's weeping, and yet there is a chill on the air."
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Post by Ellinda on Jan 26, 2008 7:58:44 GMT -5
Later that day, Filomen stood in the Lord Commander's office. "The boy who road in is uttering nothing but 'death, death' over and over again. He was a strapping young lad who loved fighting and didn't mind a bit of gore at all. I like not this monosyllablity on this topic. I fear that it is far more than wilding raids."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Feb 26, 2008 20:19:36 GMT -5
Roose arrives at the Wall a month later. As he enters the grounds of Castle Black snow comes up to his waist, even on his horse.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5