Post by The Stranger on Jul 29, 2008 13:28:59 GMT -5
Vardyn Waters stole through the large military camp quietly. He was seen once, but he merely stood straight and nodded to one who saw him, straightening his white tunic. The guardsman that he saw looked at the King’s Man oddly, but nodded and went on his way. Vardyn snuck between tents and pavilions seemingly at random but in truth he moved with intent and purpose. He came to a large tent, standing near an even larger pavilion both of which flew the lion of House Lannister under the royal standard. As he approached the tent, a noise came from inside and the guardsmen standing at the flaps rushed in. Verdyn heard a woman’s voice speaking, and the guardsmen ambled back outside looking sheepish.
He darted around the back of the tent, and nearly knocked over a man who walked into him. The man was garbed in crimson, though he wore a black cloak over his Lannister livery. Vardyn pressed a small pouch into the man’s hand, where it swiftly disappeared under his cloak. “I just need to know who enters and exits, for now. You will be thus rewarded for accurate information,” Vardyn said softly. “There should be enough there for you to acquire the help of others in your camp, should you need it.” The man nodded, and grinned showing a gap in his bottom teeth. He walked off swiftly, and disappeared into the blackness, while Verdyn slunk off in the opposite direction.
An hour later the slim young man in white linens slipped around the back of another pavilion, this one black with purple crisscrossing lines running over the surface. He heard muffled voices from the inside, but did not dare get close enough to make out the details. He met with a guardsman, dressed in black and purple livery, and handed off another small pouch of gold with the same orders. The man nodded, taking the money, and moved away blending into the night. Vardyn was almost spotted by the guardsmen at the front of the tent, but his skills learned while evading goldcloaks in King’s Landing served him well and he remained unseen.
Vardyn made his way to the command tent of the Mander army, an extravagant gold white and green monstrosity, and he handed off a third bag of gold to a guard nearby. “Anyone entering or leaving, I desire to know about,” he said quietly, and the Tyrell guardsman nodded his understanding. “More reward will be forthcoming for accurate information.” The two parted and then Vardyn snuck to the camp of the Vale army. He repeated the procedure, buying a guard near the command tent, although he was the least concerned about this group. Lastly, he visited the northern camp where acquiring a guard was more difficult, as the northmen were less inclined to spy on their own lord.
He found one guard, however, and paid him as he had paid the others, in exchange for information about whom Lord Stark would be speaking to. The sun had almost come up by the time he had visited all five encampments, though he’d completed his task before the pink light began to show over the horizon, and he’d already gotten back to the royal pavilion. He slipped inside one of the smaller tents to the side of the pavilion, and saw the Lord Commander sitting at a small desk penning a letter. “It’s done, my lord. All five command tents are being watched, I think my men will prove reliable. Is there anything else?”
Ser Mychel Lannister did not look up from his letter. “No, Vardyn,” he said. “I will return to the King now, you get some rest. I do not know when the battle will begin, it will do well to be prepared at all times regardless.” The King’s Man nodded and retreated from the tent, leaving Ser Mychel to his writing.
Vardyn Waters improves to Novice Stealth
Vardyn Waters gains Beginner Espionage
Ser Mychel Lannister gains Beginner Intrigue
He darted around the back of the tent, and nearly knocked over a man who walked into him. The man was garbed in crimson, though he wore a black cloak over his Lannister livery. Vardyn pressed a small pouch into the man’s hand, where it swiftly disappeared under his cloak. “I just need to know who enters and exits, for now. You will be thus rewarded for accurate information,” Vardyn said softly. “There should be enough there for you to acquire the help of others in your camp, should you need it.” The man nodded, and grinned showing a gap in his bottom teeth. He walked off swiftly, and disappeared into the blackness, while Verdyn slunk off in the opposite direction.
An hour later the slim young man in white linens slipped around the back of another pavilion, this one black with purple crisscrossing lines running over the surface. He heard muffled voices from the inside, but did not dare get close enough to make out the details. He met with a guardsman, dressed in black and purple livery, and handed off another small pouch of gold with the same orders. The man nodded, taking the money, and moved away blending into the night. Vardyn was almost spotted by the guardsmen at the front of the tent, but his skills learned while evading goldcloaks in King’s Landing served him well and he remained unseen.
Vardyn made his way to the command tent of the Mander army, an extravagant gold white and green monstrosity, and he handed off a third bag of gold to a guard nearby. “Anyone entering or leaving, I desire to know about,” he said quietly, and the Tyrell guardsman nodded his understanding. “More reward will be forthcoming for accurate information.” The two parted and then Vardyn snuck to the camp of the Vale army. He repeated the procedure, buying a guard near the command tent, although he was the least concerned about this group. Lastly, he visited the northern camp where acquiring a guard was more difficult, as the northmen were less inclined to spy on their own lord.
He found one guard, however, and paid him as he had paid the others, in exchange for information about whom Lord Stark would be speaking to. The sun had almost come up by the time he had visited all five encampments, though he’d completed his task before the pink light began to show over the horizon, and he’d already gotten back to the royal pavilion. He slipped inside one of the smaller tents to the side of the pavilion, and saw the Lord Commander sitting at a small desk penning a letter. “It’s done, my lord. All five command tents are being watched, I think my men will prove reliable. Is there anything else?”
Ser Mychel Lannister did not look up from his letter. “No, Vardyn,” he said. “I will return to the King now, you get some rest. I do not know when the battle will begin, it will do well to be prepared at all times regardless.” The King’s Man nodded and retreated from the tent, leaving Ser Mychel to his writing.
Vardyn Waters improves to Novice Stealth
Vardyn Waters gains Beginner Espionage
Ser Mychel Lannister gains Beginner Intrigue