Post by The Stranger on Apr 1, 2008 10:54:33 GMT -5
The Maester of Blackhaven Keep knocked gently on Alexander’s Solar. He opened it to find the acting Lord Regent of the Far Reach deep in study.
“Lord Irwyn,” the Maester said, “a message from King’s Landing.” The elderly man held out the letter. Alexander stood and quickly opened it. His feet buckled as he got to the second sentence.
Dear Alexander,
I hope this letter finds you well. Although, I am writing with bad tidings, Dacey and Francis never returned from the Red Keep, and the Lord Regent’s tower has burned, I fear both are missing and likely dead. Horas Blackwood is dead and his troops have surrendered the Red Keep. Your children, including your newest son are all well and in my company in the Burrow. I am sorry we both had to pay such a heavy price for the realm.
-Anne Varner
Alexander was shocked his heart sank, as he read the news, “This can’t be true, there must be some mistake, she is probably just missed in the confusion” Alexander said to the Maester.
“The letter is genuine mi lord I am sure of it.”
Dacey couldn’t be dead, Horas was a schemer but he wasn’t a monster. The threat from the Lord Crow’s ambassador rang in his ear.
“Stranger,” Alexander cried out, “You can take me if you want, but let Dacey live, I need her, my family needs her, bring her back to me and I will be more devout I swear. . . please!” Alexander pleaded but no one answered, the Maester closed the door behind him to let the young general grieve.
Alexander sat down on the cold stone floor of the keep his eyes filling with warm salty tears. “Its your fault, you killed her,” Alexander said to his reflection. “Horas said that she would die, if you resisted. . . but your own vanity killed her. She died a gruesome death all because of your misplaced ideals,” Alexander said the tears flowing faster now.
He wiped them from his eyes only to have them be replaced with fresh ones.
“Damn you Horas Blackwood,” Alexander screamed as he threw the nearest object he could find shattering the mirror into a thousand pieces. “Damn you and your treachery and your vicious cunt of a wife, I will burn every city in Dorne,” the shout echoed from his tower but quickly dispersed in the winds that surrounded Blackhaven.
“Those bastards will pay for what they’ve done, I swear it to the Father and the Warrior that I will not rest until every traitor has suffered as much as I have.”
Alexander curled up into a ball on the recliner in his solar, he grasped tightly the scarf of his young wife to his chest and cried himself to sleep, the guilt, grief and the anger he felt dominating his dreams.
Results:
Alexander gains Expert Political Intrigue for this scenario and other RP
“Lord Irwyn,” the Maester said, “a message from King’s Landing.” The elderly man held out the letter. Alexander stood and quickly opened it. His feet buckled as he got to the second sentence.
Dear Alexander,
I hope this letter finds you well. Although, I am writing with bad tidings, Dacey and Francis never returned from the Red Keep, and the Lord Regent’s tower has burned, I fear both are missing and likely dead. Horas Blackwood is dead and his troops have surrendered the Red Keep. Your children, including your newest son are all well and in my company in the Burrow. I am sorry we both had to pay such a heavy price for the realm.
-Anne Varner
Alexander was shocked his heart sank, as he read the news, “This can’t be true, there must be some mistake, she is probably just missed in the confusion” Alexander said to the Maester.
“The letter is genuine mi lord I am sure of it.”
Dacey couldn’t be dead, Horas was a schemer but he wasn’t a monster. The threat from the Lord Crow’s ambassador rang in his ear.
“Stranger,” Alexander cried out, “You can take me if you want, but let Dacey live, I need her, my family needs her, bring her back to me and I will be more devout I swear. . . please!” Alexander pleaded but no one answered, the Maester closed the door behind him to let the young general grieve.
Alexander sat down on the cold stone floor of the keep his eyes filling with warm salty tears. “Its your fault, you killed her,” Alexander said to his reflection. “Horas said that she would die, if you resisted. . . but your own vanity killed her. She died a gruesome death all because of your misplaced ideals,” Alexander said the tears flowing faster now.
He wiped them from his eyes only to have them be replaced with fresh ones.
“Damn you Horas Blackwood,” Alexander screamed as he threw the nearest object he could find shattering the mirror into a thousand pieces. “Damn you and your treachery and your vicious cunt of a wife, I will burn every city in Dorne,” the shout echoed from his tower but quickly dispersed in the winds that surrounded Blackhaven.
“Those bastards will pay for what they’ve done, I swear it to the Father and the Warrior that I will not rest until every traitor has suffered as much as I have.”
Alexander curled up into a ball on the recliner in his solar, he grasped tightly the scarf of his young wife to his chest and cried himself to sleep, the guilt, grief and the anger he felt dominating his dreams.
Results:
Alexander gains Expert Political Intrigue for this scenario and other RP