Post by The Smith on Mar 25, 2008 22:17:35 GMT -5
Thomas sat, seething in the Broken Chain. First he had fallen at the first tilt in the Joust and then he had seen his adopted home riven by strife and bloodshed again. The Lord Regent had been killed, the Kingsguard slaughtered and some heathen now sat on the Iron Throne and the High Septon had done nothing!!
He snarled and downed his ale angrily. More and more as time passed, he noticed that these heathens were diluting the faith and now the Regency had passed to one! He’d even heard tell of a nest of fire worshippers who had taken over a keep in the crownlands itself!
He could stand no more. He slapped down his tankard and marched over to the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. “People!” he bellowed loudly at passers-by. “The Seven need you. The land itself cries out for justice. Foul heathens have tainted Duskendale castle whilst our new blood-stained Regent does nothing and our own High Septon cowers like a craven in his chambers, fearful of him” his eyes widened in righteous rage and zealous fury as several people eyed him warily, some yelling encouragement, some not.
“The very gates of our own city have been sealed! Are we to sit back and do nothing, while this heathen infection spreads across our farms and villages. They are slaying babes and throwing them apon the fire to their evil god” he spat out the singular word as a curse. “One god. And it is that one god they wish us all to bow down to. To cast away our love to the Maiden, our devotion to the Mother, our honour to our Father” he paused and threw out a hand, curled into a claw.
“Well I for one, will no longer stand by whilst these beasts defile our fair land. I go to break out of our prison and put a stop to these bastards! Who’s with me?” he screeched. One or two voices yelled out encouragement, gaining strength as they realised they were not alone. Once a dozen or so had sounded, Thomas strode off towards the Mud Gate “Come my brothers, come my sisters. Our Faith shall be our shield and sword. Our righteous cause and voices raised in song shall turn those walls to dust as well shall slay the unbelievers with the very assistance of our jailors who will surely see the justness of our cause!”
Thomas began singing hymns loudly as he marched, with his dozen or so following. Quickly as he travelled, he gathered more people – mostly from a curiosity or hopeful desire to leave the city as they headed for the gate.
Results:
Thomas agitates a mob to clear the Mud Gate and attempt to break out of Kings Landing to lead the peasants against Duskendale. No is not an acceptable answer – he will become extremely violent extremely quickly if he is refused access to leave. He is Master Sword.
He snarled and downed his ale angrily. More and more as time passed, he noticed that these heathens were diluting the faith and now the Regency had passed to one! He’d even heard tell of a nest of fire worshippers who had taken over a keep in the crownlands itself!
He could stand no more. He slapped down his tankard and marched over to the steps of the Great Sept of Baelor. “People!” he bellowed loudly at passers-by. “The Seven need you. The land itself cries out for justice. Foul heathens have tainted Duskendale castle whilst our new blood-stained Regent does nothing and our own High Septon cowers like a craven in his chambers, fearful of him” his eyes widened in righteous rage and zealous fury as several people eyed him warily, some yelling encouragement, some not.
“The very gates of our own city have been sealed! Are we to sit back and do nothing, while this heathen infection spreads across our farms and villages. They are slaying babes and throwing them apon the fire to their evil god” he spat out the singular word as a curse. “One god. And it is that one god they wish us all to bow down to. To cast away our love to the Maiden, our devotion to the Mother, our honour to our Father” he paused and threw out a hand, curled into a claw.
“Well I for one, will no longer stand by whilst these beasts defile our fair land. I go to break out of our prison and put a stop to these bastards! Who’s with me?” he screeched. One or two voices yelled out encouragement, gaining strength as they realised they were not alone. Once a dozen or so had sounded, Thomas strode off towards the Mud Gate “Come my brothers, come my sisters. Our Faith shall be our shield and sword. Our righteous cause and voices raised in song shall turn those walls to dust as well shall slay the unbelievers with the very assistance of our jailors who will surely see the justness of our cause!”
Thomas began singing hymns loudly as he marched, with his dozen or so following. Quickly as he travelled, he gathered more people – mostly from a curiosity or hopeful desire to leave the city as they headed for the gate.
Results:
Thomas agitates a mob to clear the Mud Gate and attempt to break out of Kings Landing to lead the peasants against Duskendale. No is not an acceptable answer – he will become extremely violent extremely quickly if he is refused access to leave. He is Master Sword.