Post by The Stranger on Apr 23, 2008 11:42:39 GMT -5
Robb returned from his day’s work in the desert, hot and tired. The exhaustion was a pleasant feeling, however; it pleased him to perform works in the King’s name. It had not been that long ago when the Tarly’s had opposed the Iron Throne, and Robb could not forget it easily. He faced each day as if he had to prove his loyalty and faithfulness to everyone who crossed his path. Upon returning to Godsgrace with his wife and his men, he took his leave and left to wash up. He took a quick meal in his own chambers, and then laid down and fell into a deep sleep beside his lady wife, who was laying beautiful and peaceful.
He awoke the next morning and took his time getting dressed. He would not be heading back into the villages; instead, he would be preparing his retinue to sail to Duskendale for the tournament. He usually would not have left the King’s work for his own pursuits, but he had planned two or three months off before he had even heard of the tournament, so that he may spend some time with his new wife. He took breakfast and then began to send out the orders, the sun just rising. He went back to check on the progress of Lysette, but she was still sleeping. Knowing it would be many hours before the woman got all of her stuff together, he sighed and searched out something to take up his time. Not finding anything, he headed to the training yard. His own sworn man was there, training hard. Ser Meryn Flowers.
Meryn was Robb’s personal guard, and the only time he was allowed to have to himself were the nights and first hour of the morning. The man usually used the time to train in the yard. He was an excellent crossbowmen and sword; not quite as good as Robb or the famous knights of Westeros, but still skilled enough to do his job.
Robb entered the yard and spoke with Ser Meryn. After speaking idly for a few minutes, Robb offered to practice with him at sword. The two squared off, Robb still stiff from waking. Meryn showed surprising quickness, and early on had his Lord retreating on his heels. Finally, Robb moved his shield between them to stall the advance, and then began to deliberately and effectively counterattack, this time sending Ser Meryn back pedaling across the yard. The guard held his own for another ten minutes, before finally Robb ducked a wild swing and whacked the knight in the ribs twice before he yielded.
Both of them satisfied, they reclined on the soft grass, soaking up the early morning Dornish sun, not yet burning hot. “Well done,” Robb told him, genuinely satisfied. It could help him to have a guard with excellent skill. “We will be leaving within three hours I hope, for the tourney. It all depends on how long it will take my wife to get ready. You know women.” Meryn gave him an understanding smile. “What bout crossbow, milord? You asked me to help improve your shot, though I know you been busy. We got some time now, wanna train?” Robb shrugged and agreed. Perhaps if he found his skill to be decent, Robb may even enter the archery competition.
Meryn retrieved the weapons and they spent an hour straight working on their shots from different angles and distances, practicing on the move and then behind mock fortifications. Robb found that he could now be just as accurate as Meryn, which was encouraging. The knight had used to be much better until Robb had started training regularly some time ago.
Robb thanked him and took his leave, until he noticed Meryn following him. He had forgotten the man was his personal guard and must shadow him wherever he goes. Smiling, he gave the man the next two hours off. Robb went to check on his wife. Still asleep. Sighing, he resigned himself that he may be the last person to arrive at the tourney.
Results:
Robb improves to expert crossbow.
Ser Meryn improves to expert (improved) crossbow.
Ser Meryn improves to expert swordsmanship.
He awoke the next morning and took his time getting dressed. He would not be heading back into the villages; instead, he would be preparing his retinue to sail to Duskendale for the tournament. He usually would not have left the King’s work for his own pursuits, but he had planned two or three months off before he had even heard of the tournament, so that he may spend some time with his new wife. He took breakfast and then began to send out the orders, the sun just rising. He went back to check on the progress of Lysette, but she was still sleeping. Knowing it would be many hours before the woman got all of her stuff together, he sighed and searched out something to take up his time. Not finding anything, he headed to the training yard. His own sworn man was there, training hard. Ser Meryn Flowers.
Meryn was Robb’s personal guard, and the only time he was allowed to have to himself were the nights and first hour of the morning. The man usually used the time to train in the yard. He was an excellent crossbowmen and sword; not quite as good as Robb or the famous knights of Westeros, but still skilled enough to do his job.
Robb entered the yard and spoke with Ser Meryn. After speaking idly for a few minutes, Robb offered to practice with him at sword. The two squared off, Robb still stiff from waking. Meryn showed surprising quickness, and early on had his Lord retreating on his heels. Finally, Robb moved his shield between them to stall the advance, and then began to deliberately and effectively counterattack, this time sending Ser Meryn back pedaling across the yard. The guard held his own for another ten minutes, before finally Robb ducked a wild swing and whacked the knight in the ribs twice before he yielded.
Both of them satisfied, they reclined on the soft grass, soaking up the early morning Dornish sun, not yet burning hot. “Well done,” Robb told him, genuinely satisfied. It could help him to have a guard with excellent skill. “We will be leaving within three hours I hope, for the tourney. It all depends on how long it will take my wife to get ready. You know women.” Meryn gave him an understanding smile. “What bout crossbow, milord? You asked me to help improve your shot, though I know you been busy. We got some time now, wanna train?” Robb shrugged and agreed. Perhaps if he found his skill to be decent, Robb may even enter the archery competition.
Meryn retrieved the weapons and they spent an hour straight working on their shots from different angles and distances, practicing on the move and then behind mock fortifications. Robb found that he could now be just as accurate as Meryn, which was encouraging. The knight had used to be much better until Robb had started training regularly some time ago.
Robb thanked him and took his leave, until he noticed Meryn following him. He had forgotten the man was his personal guard and must shadow him wherever he goes. Smiling, he gave the man the next two hours off. Robb went to check on his wife. Still asleep. Sighing, he resigned himself that he may be the last person to arrive at the tourney.
Results:
Robb improves to expert crossbow.
Ser Meryn improves to expert (improved) crossbow.
Ser Meryn improves to expert swordsmanship.