Post by The Stranger on May 25, 2008 2:31:32 GMT -5
The wedding of William and Megara was a spectacle, and truely beautiful. Jon appreciated such things in life, for without them, there would be nothing worth fighting for.
Protect the weak, and fight for justice. This is why I want to fight. Jon thought. He didn't care if people thought him naive.
They had left Highgarden the following morning, headed for Kings Landing, Jon riding beside Lord Tyrell, at the front of the party.
"Do you truly believe I can triumph at the tourney?" He asked Tallahar, unsure of his ability.
"I have no doubt any man can triumph. Anything can happen, that I am sure of, Jon," Tallahar replied, kindly.
Jon smiled, as they continued on.
Night came, and the stars came out. Jon looked up to the sky, appreciating for the first time in a long time the beauty around him. It's so out of reach, those stars. What do my stars say? He thought.
"Jon.." Tallahar began, "I would like you to come with me, I would like to have a word with you," he said, with a faint smile.
Tallahar lead Jon away from the party, into the woods, where he sat upon his horse, thinking deeply. It seemed forever until the man spoke, slow and steady,
"Jon. I know how deeply you want your knighthood. However, it is a world of bitterness and death that awaits you. What you believe to be the qualities that make a Knight do not hold everywhere. There are men who claim themselves Knights who do not hold honor or purpose. I do not wish to throw you into that world unprepared. It is hard and cold, and if you are not ready, it can destroy you," He said, all calmly and sincerely, looking Jon in the eyes.
Jon took it all in, nodding at times. The subject still hurt.
"I.. I underst--" Jon began, but was cut off by the breaking of a branch nearby.
Three men stood nearby, short swords in their hand, and behind them was a man, with his bow at the ready.
"Oi, look what we've found. A lordling and his pet!" sneered on of the dirty men. "Hand over em horses, and them nice weapons, and mayhaps we won't kill ye," he threatened.
"Do you believe me to be craven?" asked Tallahar, drawing his sword, and Jon followed, drawing his, uncertain.
"The way I see it, there be four of us, one two o' you." they approached. One man darted forwards, grabbing for Tallahar's reigns, but got caught in the shoulder by Tallahar's blade, causing a deep cut, and the man to scream.
The two other men darted forwards then, swinging their swords at Jon and Tallahar. Jon parried the blow of the bandit, as did Tallahar. Jon, in a fury of adrenaline, parried one of the man's swings and countered, touching his blade to the man's hand, cutting off several fingers. He followed in quick succession with a blow to the man's neck, cutting it open and spilling his life blood, before kicking off to help Tallahar, who faced two men, one injured. The injured man saw Jon coming and slashed at him with his good arm, making Jon's horse rear, though Jon collected the reigns and stayed ahorse, but only barely.
Kicking forward, he runs down the injured man, who fell to the side of the horse, and right into the blade of Jon.
Jon turns to see Tallahar finishing off his man, with little difficulty, though at the corner of Jon's eye, he spots the rogue archer aiming an arrow at the Lord, drawing it back. Without a second thought, Jon races forwards. It all seemed to happen in a short moment, as Jon sat up and placed a foot on the saddle. As the archer loosed the arrow, aimed for Tallahar's heart, Jon leaped from horseback, and caught the arrow with his upper shoulder. Biting deep, the arrow head bit through flesh and muscle, stopping.
Jon landed on the dirt with a thud, tasting blood in his mouth. His eyes went lazy on him, though he saw Tallahar run down the archer in a furious rage, and cutting him down.
His last sight was Tallahar's horse walking back over to him.
Jon awoke to the sight of the Maester, standing over him in a tent. His shoulder was stiff, and his head was sore. "You are very courages, young Master Jon, you have suffered a wound, though it will not trouble you for long. You are a lucky boy," he smiled.
It all rushed back to him then, the fight with the rouges, his fall to the ground. "Where is Lord Tyrell! Is he well?" asked Jon in a panic.
"Lord Tyrell is well, Jon, much thanks to you, I hear. I will go to him now. Do not try to over exert yourself in my absence," he warned, before leaving the tent.
Jon sat up, but it was only moments until Tallahar appeared in the tent, clearly worried. "Jon, are you alright?" he asked.
"Stiff, but that is all," Jon explained.
"Thank the Seven," said Tallahar, "You are truly a brave young man, Jon. You have proved that to me by saving my life," he said, drawing his sword, and placing it on Jon's uninjured shoulder. "Swear the oath, and rise a knight, Jon," Tallahar smiled.
Jon advances to Master Sword
Jon advances to Expert Horsemanship
Jon Toyne becomes Ser Jon Toyne.
Protect the weak, and fight for justice. This is why I want to fight. Jon thought. He didn't care if people thought him naive.
They had left Highgarden the following morning, headed for Kings Landing, Jon riding beside Lord Tyrell, at the front of the party.
"Do you truly believe I can triumph at the tourney?" He asked Tallahar, unsure of his ability.
"I have no doubt any man can triumph. Anything can happen, that I am sure of, Jon," Tallahar replied, kindly.
Jon smiled, as they continued on.
Night came, and the stars came out. Jon looked up to the sky, appreciating for the first time in a long time the beauty around him. It's so out of reach, those stars. What do my stars say? He thought.
"Jon.." Tallahar began, "I would like you to come with me, I would like to have a word with you," he said, with a faint smile.
Tallahar lead Jon away from the party, into the woods, where he sat upon his horse, thinking deeply. It seemed forever until the man spoke, slow and steady,
"Jon. I know how deeply you want your knighthood. However, it is a world of bitterness and death that awaits you. What you believe to be the qualities that make a Knight do not hold everywhere. There are men who claim themselves Knights who do not hold honor or purpose. I do not wish to throw you into that world unprepared. It is hard and cold, and if you are not ready, it can destroy you," He said, all calmly and sincerely, looking Jon in the eyes.
Jon took it all in, nodding at times. The subject still hurt.
"I.. I underst--" Jon began, but was cut off by the breaking of a branch nearby.
Three men stood nearby, short swords in their hand, and behind them was a man, with his bow at the ready.
"Oi, look what we've found. A lordling and his pet!" sneered on of the dirty men. "Hand over em horses, and them nice weapons, and mayhaps we won't kill ye," he threatened.
"Do you believe me to be craven?" asked Tallahar, drawing his sword, and Jon followed, drawing his, uncertain.
"The way I see it, there be four of us, one two o' you." they approached. One man darted forwards, grabbing for Tallahar's reigns, but got caught in the shoulder by Tallahar's blade, causing a deep cut, and the man to scream.
The two other men darted forwards then, swinging their swords at Jon and Tallahar. Jon parried the blow of the bandit, as did Tallahar. Jon, in a fury of adrenaline, parried one of the man's swings and countered, touching his blade to the man's hand, cutting off several fingers. He followed in quick succession with a blow to the man's neck, cutting it open and spilling his life blood, before kicking off to help Tallahar, who faced two men, one injured. The injured man saw Jon coming and slashed at him with his good arm, making Jon's horse rear, though Jon collected the reigns and stayed ahorse, but only barely.
Kicking forward, he runs down the injured man, who fell to the side of the horse, and right into the blade of Jon.
Jon turns to see Tallahar finishing off his man, with little difficulty, though at the corner of Jon's eye, he spots the rogue archer aiming an arrow at the Lord, drawing it back. Without a second thought, Jon races forwards. It all seemed to happen in a short moment, as Jon sat up and placed a foot on the saddle. As the archer loosed the arrow, aimed for Tallahar's heart, Jon leaped from horseback, and caught the arrow with his upper shoulder. Biting deep, the arrow head bit through flesh and muscle, stopping.
Jon landed on the dirt with a thud, tasting blood in his mouth. His eyes went lazy on him, though he saw Tallahar run down the archer in a furious rage, and cutting him down.
His last sight was Tallahar's horse walking back over to him.
Jon awoke to the sight of the Maester, standing over him in a tent. His shoulder was stiff, and his head was sore. "You are very courages, young Master Jon, you have suffered a wound, though it will not trouble you for long. You are a lucky boy," he smiled.
It all rushed back to him then, the fight with the rouges, his fall to the ground. "Where is Lord Tyrell! Is he well?" asked Jon in a panic.
"Lord Tyrell is well, Jon, much thanks to you, I hear. I will go to him now. Do not try to over exert yourself in my absence," he warned, before leaving the tent.
Jon sat up, but it was only moments until Tallahar appeared in the tent, clearly worried. "Jon, are you alright?" he asked.
"Stiff, but that is all," Jon explained.
"Thank the Seven," said Tallahar, "You are truly a brave young man, Jon. You have proved that to me by saving my life," he said, drawing his sword, and placing it on Jon's uninjured shoulder. "Swear the oath, and rise a knight, Jon," Tallahar smiled.
Jon advances to Master Sword
Jon advances to Expert Horsemanship
Jon Toyne becomes Ser Jon Toyne.