Post by The Stranger on Jun 25, 2008 11:33:49 GMT -5
Roose sat in his solar with Ser Gerold Cassel and Maester Tom. "Send this letter to Olander Reed, he'll need to come up for a meeting to discuss matters including the requisitioning of stone for Moat Cailen."
Maester Tom wrote furiously, and Roose tapped his fingers on the wolf's head carved into the wooden chair he sat in. He straightened in his chair and popped open the top button of his doublet. The heat could be oppresive inside Winterfell, veined with pipes through which flowed water heated far below in the bowels of the earth. "Next, I want twenty five spears requisitioned to escort the food supply to Direton."
Direton had been a town founded a few years back by riverlanders fleeing north from the wars in the south. It was a small thing, barely a hundred people, if that. And as was the case with most southron settlers they had not been sufficiently prepared for the winter. There food stores had run out recently and so it fell to the Lord of Winterfell to bail them out.
"Finally, I'll need five hundred horse raised, I'm sending someone to restore authority on the Stoney Shore. I'll be taking it under the direct authority of House Stark for the time being, until I can turn it over to another house or make a new nobility there." Gerold Cassel looked up at this. "I'll need a strong hand there, someone just, but fair."
Silence filled the room for a moment. "I'll figure that one out when Olander Reed gets here...until then good ser, maester." Roose stood and nodded to both in turn.
Exiting the Solar he saw Tyla sitting up in bed. "I'm pregnant..." Is all she said with a smile. Roose's mouth formed a silent O, and in response he finally said hoarsly. "Breakfast was good......um.....good porridge...."
Results:
Roose goes to Novice in Stewardship, Beginner in Political Intrigue, and Beginner in Awkward moments.
Tyla is also knocked up.
Maester Tom wrote furiously, and Roose tapped his fingers on the wolf's head carved into the wooden chair he sat in. He straightened in his chair and popped open the top button of his doublet. The heat could be oppresive inside Winterfell, veined with pipes through which flowed water heated far below in the bowels of the earth. "Next, I want twenty five spears requisitioned to escort the food supply to Direton."
Direton had been a town founded a few years back by riverlanders fleeing north from the wars in the south. It was a small thing, barely a hundred people, if that. And as was the case with most southron settlers they had not been sufficiently prepared for the winter. There food stores had run out recently and so it fell to the Lord of Winterfell to bail them out.
"Finally, I'll need five hundred horse raised, I'm sending someone to restore authority on the Stoney Shore. I'll be taking it under the direct authority of House Stark for the time being, until I can turn it over to another house or make a new nobility there." Gerold Cassel looked up at this. "I'll need a strong hand there, someone just, but fair."
Silence filled the room for a moment. "I'll figure that one out when Olander Reed gets here...until then good ser, maester." Roose stood and nodded to both in turn.
Exiting the Solar he saw Tyla sitting up in bed. "I'm pregnant..." Is all she said with a smile. Roose's mouth formed a silent O, and in response he finally said hoarsly. "Breakfast was good......um.....good porridge...."
Results:
Roose goes to Novice in Stewardship, Beginner in Political Intrigue, and Beginner in Awkward moments.
Tyla is also knocked up.