Post by The Stranger on Apr 19, 2008 19:42:11 GMT -5
Baldric walked the yard again, he had never thought he’d be glad to see that shit hole of a grass area again, but after four months of solitary in a 4 foot by 4 foot box he was glad to be able to stand and stretch his legs again.
Stutters the man he had briefly met before getting the shit kicked out of him by the guards, came running over as soon as he saw him.
“Th. .. th. . . th. . thank th . . th . . . the, Fa . . fa .. fa. .. father, your alive,” the man said as clearly as he was able.
“Of course mate, takes mor’ den a little solitary to do ole Baldric in,” he said with a smile that showed why Baldric had been given the name Gappy by the rest of the inmates.
“Th. . . th. . the yard ‘s be. . be . . been qua . . qua .. quiet lately,” Stutters muttered, “Cept every da . . da . . . day, they’s a come looking for, so. . . so . . . so . . sol, so. . . so. . sol,” Stutters paused before continuing, “for fighting men for da . . da .. da war.”
“War ay?” Baldric said with a grin, “well I guess I am glad I am safe in prison.” He chuckled the scars over his eyes lifting up when he laughed.
“Wa. . . wa. . . word is th . . th .. that Duh . . .duh . . Dorne, is indepen da . . da . .dant.”
“Well, the fucking Dornish, will get what’s coming to them no doubt.” Baldric said, “the Lords are quick to pile up on any poor bugger that goes against the tide but even still should be a bloody affair,” Baldric knew that the only reason prisoners would be getting parole if there were already tremendous casualties.
All of a sudden a whistle sounded and the prisoners were brought into line, the chief guard paced up and down in front of them with a long row of armed guards standing behind them.
“All right, listen up we need two hundred men to volunteer to go fight in Dorne. I’d like all volunteers to take two steps forward,” the man said.
Baldric closed his eyes and chuckled to himself, what kind of man would volunteer to fight in a mess like that. He had about another year to serve and with any luck he would be out for good behavior. Baldric’s mind flashed back to the battle of Fire and Blood as he fought tooth and nail with the Vale and West. It was fucking bloody business war was and he pitied the poor sap that volunteered for it.
“Well we have two volunteers do we have any more?” the guard said, “Come you can’t all be pussies, I here that they are giving land away to the victorious side.”
Baldric chuckled, fight for a year and if the Dornish don’t kill you the Sun will and then if you survive all that you get a couple of acres of sand. Fucking retards, he thought as he opened his eyes and looked left and right to see that only him and Stutters were out in front and that one of the volunteers the man was talking about was him.
“Oh fuck no,” Baldric said trying to step back into the line of men.
The guards grabbed him and pulled him back up.
“Git the fuck off me,” he said trying to slip away, “I didn’t survive solitary to fuckin’ die in Dorne.”
The Guards quickly subdued him and before long the familiar sound of metal on bone was heard again as the guards beat him unconscious.
When Baldric awoke he was in a wagon, he sat up and noticed his hands were in manacles. Stutters walked about ten paces away.
“He’s coming to,” someone shouted, “oy get out of the fucking wagon and walk you maggot.”
Baldric got out of the cart and began walking near Stutters.
He said nothing, just trying to comprehend how he had gotten himself into this fine mess. After about a 3 days march he approached a small camp outside of Oldtown. There a bunch of other ragged looking men and young boys were forming up.
“Any experience?” a man of arms said from behind a desk as he approached.
“What?” Baldric said.
“I said any fucking experience . . . fighting?” the man said annoyed.
“Uh I was a crossbowmen in the Stormlands,” Baldric said.
“Oh yeah, so you’re a fucking deserter great, oh well the stranger takes all kinds,” the man handed Baldric a livery with an oak on it. “You fight for Lord Irwyn now and if you run off we’ll gut you and leave you for the crows.”
Baldric nodded and then followed the others where he was given a tent and some minor provisions. Having had some experience before he quickly set himself up and then helped Stutters with his tent.
Baldric didn’t sleep in his tent that night though; he would for the first time in as many months sleep with his head under the stars.
Results:
Baldric improves to Expert Brawling
Baldric improves to Noteworthy Pain Resistance
Stutters the man he had briefly met before getting the shit kicked out of him by the guards, came running over as soon as he saw him.
“Th. .. th. . . th. . thank th . . th . . . the, Fa . . fa .. fa. .. father, your alive,” the man said as clearly as he was able.
“Of course mate, takes mor’ den a little solitary to do ole Baldric in,” he said with a smile that showed why Baldric had been given the name Gappy by the rest of the inmates.
“Th. . . th. . the yard ‘s be. . be . . been qua . . qua .. quiet lately,” Stutters muttered, “Cept every da . . da . . . day, they’s a come looking for, so. . . so . . . so . . sol, so. . . so. . sol,” Stutters paused before continuing, “for fighting men for da . . da .. da war.”
“War ay?” Baldric said with a grin, “well I guess I am glad I am safe in prison.” He chuckled the scars over his eyes lifting up when he laughed.
“Wa. . . wa. . . word is th . . th .. that Duh . . .duh . . Dorne, is indepen da . . da . .dant.”
“Well, the fucking Dornish, will get what’s coming to them no doubt.” Baldric said, “the Lords are quick to pile up on any poor bugger that goes against the tide but even still should be a bloody affair,” Baldric knew that the only reason prisoners would be getting parole if there were already tremendous casualties.
All of a sudden a whistle sounded and the prisoners were brought into line, the chief guard paced up and down in front of them with a long row of armed guards standing behind them.
“All right, listen up we need two hundred men to volunteer to go fight in Dorne. I’d like all volunteers to take two steps forward,” the man said.
Baldric closed his eyes and chuckled to himself, what kind of man would volunteer to fight in a mess like that. He had about another year to serve and with any luck he would be out for good behavior. Baldric’s mind flashed back to the battle of Fire and Blood as he fought tooth and nail with the Vale and West. It was fucking bloody business war was and he pitied the poor sap that volunteered for it.
“Well we have two volunteers do we have any more?” the guard said, “Come you can’t all be pussies, I here that they are giving land away to the victorious side.”
Baldric chuckled, fight for a year and if the Dornish don’t kill you the Sun will and then if you survive all that you get a couple of acres of sand. Fucking retards, he thought as he opened his eyes and looked left and right to see that only him and Stutters were out in front and that one of the volunteers the man was talking about was him.
“Oh fuck no,” Baldric said trying to step back into the line of men.
The guards grabbed him and pulled him back up.
“Git the fuck off me,” he said trying to slip away, “I didn’t survive solitary to fuckin’ die in Dorne.”
The Guards quickly subdued him and before long the familiar sound of metal on bone was heard again as the guards beat him unconscious.
When Baldric awoke he was in a wagon, he sat up and noticed his hands were in manacles. Stutters walked about ten paces away.
“He’s coming to,” someone shouted, “oy get out of the fucking wagon and walk you maggot.”
Baldric got out of the cart and began walking near Stutters.
He said nothing, just trying to comprehend how he had gotten himself into this fine mess. After about a 3 days march he approached a small camp outside of Oldtown. There a bunch of other ragged looking men and young boys were forming up.
“Any experience?” a man of arms said from behind a desk as he approached.
“What?” Baldric said.
“I said any fucking experience . . . fighting?” the man said annoyed.
“Uh I was a crossbowmen in the Stormlands,” Baldric said.
“Oh yeah, so you’re a fucking deserter great, oh well the stranger takes all kinds,” the man handed Baldric a livery with an oak on it. “You fight for Lord Irwyn now and if you run off we’ll gut you and leave you for the crows.”
Baldric nodded and then followed the others where he was given a tent and some minor provisions. Having had some experience before he quickly set himself up and then helped Stutters with his tent.
Baldric didn’t sleep in his tent that night though; he would for the first time in as many months sleep with his head under the stars.
Results:
Baldric improves to Expert Brawling
Baldric improves to Noteworthy Pain Resistance