|
Post by Horas on Mar 19, 2008 3:05:16 GMT -5
The Blackwood representative nods. "I shall convey your message to Lord Blackwood. Is there anything else you wish to tell him?"
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 22, 2008 10:45:19 GMT -5
/////////////////////// Ser Oliver Bulwer arrives leading 100 or so trained soldiers from Blackcrown.
Two days later, his brother Ser Antony arrives leading a much larger number of men, but these are just the fieldhands and old men of Blackcrown and it's surrounding areas, a crowd as a result of the Far Reach calling up every able-bodied man available.
|
|
|
Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 22, 2008 21:48:50 GMT -5
A page is sent to Lord Bulwer, asking him to see Lord Irwyn when he has an opportunity.
|
|
|
Post by Horas on Mar 23, 2008 4:07:31 GMT -5
A little over a month after the first messenger left, a second man wearing Blackwood colors arrives and asks to speak to Lord Alexander Irwyn on behalf of Lord Horas Blackwood.
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 23, 2008 8:41:09 GMT -5
OOC: Oliver's not quite Lord Bulwer yet ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) Ser Oliver arrives soon after receiving word from the page. He looks tired and his warm clothes are muddy.
|
|
|
Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 23, 2008 22:51:12 GMT -5
Alexander takes the Blackwood embissary in immediately, after a search provides nothing dangerous in his possession. ////////////////////////////// Alexander asks Ser Oliver to take 2,000 men and scout around Horn Hill.
|
|
|
Post by mark on Mar 24, 2008 9:48:22 GMT -5
Robert Tarly left the same chambers where he had had his residence for the past eleven years in search of Lord Irwyn; even when news of his father's death had reached him and Robb suddenly became Lord Robb, he had not moved into his father's quarters. Instead, he had graciously offered the Lord's chambers to Alexander Irwyn, a great general in Robb's eyes. Even more importantly, although still a young man, Alexander had been a great friend of Robb's father the last few years of his life.
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 24, 2008 10:22:50 GMT -5
Ser Oliver bows as he retreats from receiving Lord Irwyn's orders.
Outside the room, he flops back against the wall, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling slowly. Responsibility.
|
|
|
Post by mark on Mar 24, 2008 13:21:19 GMT -5
Robb, on his way to his chambers to await Lord Irwyn, happened to meet Ser Oliver along the way. He had spoken with the man a few times before, and was quite fond of him. "Ser Oliver, greetings. How fared your meeting with Irwyn? Are we finally going to march?" he asked anxiously. "I am itching to avenge my Lord father," he added, both angry and sad.
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 24, 2008 13:34:46 GMT -5
"Ah Lord Tarly," Oliver replied with a bow. "Might I offer my personal condolences on your loss. Lord Trevor was a good man," he sighs.
"Lord Irwyn has given me orders to take 2000 men and scout the surrounding area. I guess this means that we will not be marching for now, but instead waiting. If you find yourself itching to escape the castle and Lord Irwyn has no further plans, I would be honoured if you decided to ride with us."
Oliver considered this man, ten years his junior, thrust into the shoes of his father more suddenly that he could have expected. Oliver felt thankful that he would be more prepared, but despaired at the fact that the time was rapidly approaching.
|
|
|
Post by mark on Mar 24, 2008 13:47:50 GMT -5
Robb considered the man's offer for a moment, and decided it was the perfect thing he needed right now. Ser Oliver may be below him in rank, but had twice the experience Robb had. "Thank you kindly for the offer, Oliver, I will gladly accept it," he said, smiling for the first time in weeks. And then, remembering something, his face twinged with anger at himself. "And of course, I wish your father well. He is a great man, and it would not surprise me if he would suddenly recovered from his ailments, and lead the van himself," he said, hoping to cheer the man.
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 24, 2008 14:27:41 GMT -5
"Ah excellent. It will be a pleasure to have you riding with us Lord Robb," Oliver said with a smile.
On hearing the Lord of Horn Hill's prognosis for his father, Oliver forced a weak smile. "Thanks for you kind wishes milord, and truly, you never know. It is a miracle in itself that he has survived this long. Our maester gave him a month to live - and that was three or four months ago. Perhaps he is strong enough to overcome his ailment after all."
There was a brief pause as Oliver's smile slowly melted away. Rousing himself he spoke once more. "Lord Tarly, you will excuse me, I have plans to make. I shall see you on the morrow." He bowed and made to leave.
As he takes the first few steps, Oliver's mind unconsciously flashes back to a cold morning in the courtyard at Blackcrown. Twelve-year-old Oliver is dressed in his finest clothes and is being introduced to the men who will escort him to Three Towers where he is to squire for Ser Landon Costayne. His father, a bear of a man with a beard tending towards grey ushers his eldest son over for a quiet word before he leaves. "Chin up Oliver, and serve Ser Landon well," he whispers. "One day you will rule Blackcrown in my stead - this is the first step in your preparation. Ser Landon is a good man. Do as he does. Watch him and learn. Do your house proud, and remember our words - Death Before Disgrace."
Oliver stops in his tracks and turns back around to the retreating Lord Tarly. "Ah, Lord Tarly? One quick word?" he calls.
|
|
|
Post by mark on Mar 24, 2008 14:43:56 GMT -5
Robb was already heading in the opposite direction, in search of Lord Irwyn, when he heard Ser Oliver call his name. "Of course. What is it, Ser?"
|
|
|
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Mar 24, 2008 14:49:17 GMT -5
Oliver smiled. "My eldest son, Tomas, he's just recently reached his fourteenth name day Lord Tarly. A good boy, and the future heir to Blackcrown, it is past time he began along the pathway to becoming a man. Forgive my asking Lord Tarly, but do you have a squire at the present time?" he asked with a grin.
|
|
|
Post by mark on Mar 24, 2008 14:54:46 GMT -5
Robb blinked at the man several times before understanding what the man was asking. If truth be told, he had told one of his younger cousins they could squire for him, but that could wait. Ser Oliver was a good man, and it would please him to grant the man's request. "No, I don't, Oliver. I sure need one though. I would be more than honored if Tomas could fill that role."
|
|