Post by The Stranger on Aug 7, 2008 15:16:01 GMT -5
Roose rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and continued reading Septon Joseph's Treatise on the Order of Knighthood, mumbling the words as he went over them, stopping at the more difficult ones, but then continuing on. Every once in a while he would lean over and scribble a few notes on a piece of parchment. Finally, after another hour of reading Roose closed the tome and placed it on top of the three others he had pulled from the shelves of the Red Keep's library. Sighing, he stood up and stretched, feeling the ache in his bones and muscles. Picking up the candle he had brought with him he made his way down the corridors between the shelves. He held the candle close to the books, well.....close enough to read the titles on them, any closer and he was liable to set the whole library to flame.He whispered the titles as he went over them, finding books on almost anything under the sun. After half an hour's worth of searching his eyes finally stopped on a particular book, small, and almost hidden among the others. "By the gods, is this the old tounge?" Roose said to himself. Pulling the tome down he inspected it, flipping through the first few pages he tucked it under his arm, and made for the table.
The book had been written by a Vulf Ohneland, a member of the Night's Watch who had turned and deserted to the wildlings. During his journies with the wildlings he had recorded their everyday activites, and in particular, their devotion to the old gods. The man had chosen to write his work down in the language of the First Men, and entitled it In Memory of a Far Gone Time. According to a forward written in the front by a maester, the book had been taken off Vulf's body when the wildling host he was a part of had been smashed by a coalition of warriors from House Stark and the Night's Watch. How it had gotten to King's Landing was a mysterty not answered by the maester.
After reading for a few more hours Roose finally closed the book, and slipped it in a bag he had brought with him. Yawning, he leaned back in his chair and inspected his piece of parchment. At the top was weirwood tree, with two wolves standing combatant towards it. Surrounding it was a wreath of words. First in High Valyrian it said Lupian Commilitones Borealus , then in the language of the First Men it said Nordian Beadurincs of þāra Ealdguds Undering þāra Grindanealdor, and finally underneath it all, it said: The Order of Northern Warriors of the Old Gods.
Roose read it over, check the wording of the vow underneath, and tucked it in the bag along with the book.
Results: Roose moves to apprentice in the language of the First Men
The book had been written by a Vulf Ohneland, a member of the Night's Watch who had turned and deserted to the wildlings. During his journies with the wildlings he had recorded their everyday activites, and in particular, their devotion to the old gods. The man had chosen to write his work down in the language of the First Men, and entitled it In Memory of a Far Gone Time. According to a forward written in the front by a maester, the book had been taken off Vulf's body when the wildling host he was a part of had been smashed by a coalition of warriors from House Stark and the Night's Watch. How it had gotten to King's Landing was a mysterty not answered by the maester.
After reading for a few more hours Roose finally closed the book, and slipped it in a bag he had brought with him. Yawning, he leaned back in his chair and inspected his piece of parchment. At the top was weirwood tree, with two wolves standing combatant towards it. Surrounding it was a wreath of words. First in High Valyrian it said Lupian Commilitones Borealus , then in the language of the First Men it said Nordian Beadurincs of þāra Ealdguds Undering þāra Grindanealdor, and finally underneath it all, it said: The Order of Northern Warriors of the Old Gods.
Roose read it over, check the wording of the vow underneath, and tucked it in the bag along with the book.
Results: Roose moves to apprentice in the language of the First Men