Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 0:27:11 GMT -5
First there was Bealor Tyrell first son of William Tyrell, Eldest and Heir to the Dawn Raider. The most feared man in Westeros, in Tallahar's own opinion. 3 years later Haley followed a perfect little girl. But late 537 A.C Megara Tyrell gave birth to twins. A quite and beautiful little girl named Victoria and a loud screaming boy. William held that boy in his arms and looked down at him as he cried and cried. After planting one soft kiss on the boys head he smiled, "You my little vocal boy shall be Tallahar."
After turning forty and five Tallahar retreated to Dawnrose Keep as Craych had firm control of Highgarden and the Mander to enjoy time with his sons and grandchildren. Ser Callen Tyrell the boy triplet become his fathers shadow always watching him while Ser William did what he done since he was twenty he made Dawnrose Keep and all its vassals happy and running. All knew that Tallahar had retired from the world but the weight of his word still had power. The man who had out lived all his rivals bought up his sword and took to reading and being a horse for little Bealor or chasing Haley around the courtyard. His evenings were spent talking to William about the past and the future of his sons and there sons. What was said in those talks no one knew but it would all be reveled in a few short years.
There was one problem in the Mander. Rebels or Outlaws. Whatever you liked to call them in the Mander it was the same thing. For eight years talk had grown of a man who would no longer stand against the injustice that the Tyrell’s placed upon the Mander. Mainly about the Dawn Raider that he was an evil man sent by the Lord of the lowest of hells to destroy the great kingdoms of Westeros. Some thought such claims to be ridiculous and ignored such talk. But there were some that listened and flocked to this man. Damin Tyrell youngest of Tallahar’s children never liked the idea of Knighthood and took up a different path. One of darkness and deceit. With all his power he wielded and the resources he could call upon Damin could not find who this man was that marshaled foes against the Tyrell’s but his father more importantly.
But now it comes the year 538 A.C of the age of King Rodrick the Third of the House of Baratheon the youngest boy of William Tyrell, Tallahar sleeps and rests as his Grandfather protects him. Tallahar stood over the cradle looking at the boy with is namesake his grandchild. ‘I wish Haley had lived to you two.’ Is what the big Lord thinks through his mind. A single finger gently strokes the little boy’s cheeks. When the door bursts open and there with a knife is a lone man.
“Two Tallahar’s in one night. Lord Exile will reward me greatly for this.” With that the man darts forward with his shortsword.
Tallahar’s mind relaxes and old skills long unused surge through his mind again. His left arm moves down and using his forearm he forces the blade away from his tender stomach. A straight right explodes against the chin forcing him back. After the powerful punch Tallahar’s hand moves back to find something anything for a weapon and finally it curls around the long shaft of a Fire Poker. The heavy dull ended tool was all that the fearsome Dawn Raider had. Instead of waiting Tallahar charges forward bearing down upon the man like a great wave Tallahar forces his weapon through the attackers defense and with the great strength in his muscles his drives the tool between his rips and puncturing the heart. Surprise is written across the mans face as blood spurts out his mouth and he holds onto Tallahar. His fingers release the sword and Tallahar quickly takes it up.
Not wasting any time Tallahar runs to the door and quickly throws a look outside and sees four men calmly walking towards the room. Thoughts run through the Dawn Raider’s mind. By the dead mans words someone had come to not only kill him but his grandson as well. Tallahar looked down at his old wrinkled and callused hands. ‘Warriors hands. I won’t go slowly into the night’ Quickly taking off his own cloak and throwing the dead mans one on Tallahar stood next to the door.
Three men entered one bearded man smiled at Tallahar, “So you finished off the Dawn Raider eh Benford?” Tallahar only grunted in reply. The other two step closer to the body of Benford laying on ground face down. The Bearded man turned then gasped as Benford’s shortsword entered his back and come out his stomach.
“You send a pup after an old wolf like me.” Tallahar snarls into the mans ear as lifeblood pumps out. The other two turn and draw swords. “Come on both of you. Shall see why I was feared.” Suddenly hot pain exploded between Tallahar’s shoulder blades.
“A mans back is often his blind spot, Dawn Raider.” The last name was spat out. Falling to his knees Tallahar looks up and stares into the face of Lord Exile or as Tallahar knew him Lord Sumner Footly. Until during Andry’s War Tallahar had besieged Tumbleton and removed Sumner from lordship and given it to his brother. Tallahar had been told that Sumner had taken his own life. That now appeared false. “You see Lord Tyrell. My brother found that out less then a moons turn ago and now so do you. My two enemies will soon be both died in less time then it takes to ride from the Mountains of Dorne to the Wall.” Everything clicked inside Tallahar’s mind now Lord Exile. The Rebellion against House Tyrell and a deep said hatred of Tallahar himself. It was all about personal vengeance. “But it won’t only be you that dies tonight Tallahar. No it will also be Little Tallahar and maybe Bealor. Or even little Victoria. Maybe William himself if I can get enough men to swear themselves to me.”
Also this talking had been great fun Sumner but it had been a mistake as at that moment Tallahar surged to his feet and cut the throat of one of the men then spun on his heel and sunk the sword under the last mans armpit killing him as well. Standing straight and tall looking at the smaller man Tallahar smiled a cruel evil grin. “Not tonight Lord Exile.” Screaming a warcry the Dawn Raider charged forward. Sumner long knife came up and stabbed Tallahar’s shoulder but the man ignored it and forced Lord Exile against a wall. Strong fingers wrapped around his throat and Tallahar lifted Sumner from his feet all the while slowly crushing the throat of the exile Lord. The man was frantic stabbing kicking punching but Tallahar ignored it all just continued to push a little more. Sumner eyes bulged and his breath come out ragged and then nothing he just hung there loosely. That’s when Tallahar’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground. He looked out the window of Little Tallahar’s room to see the sun rising. He thought he heard someone cry ‘Father!!’ but that was stupid only William and Callen were around to call him that. ‘I’m going to miss those boys.’ Looking up again Tallahar smiled. “Haley……” Finally the Dawn Raider fell forward.
After turning forty and five Tallahar retreated to Dawnrose Keep as Craych had firm control of Highgarden and the Mander to enjoy time with his sons and grandchildren. Ser Callen Tyrell the boy triplet become his fathers shadow always watching him while Ser William did what he done since he was twenty he made Dawnrose Keep and all its vassals happy and running. All knew that Tallahar had retired from the world but the weight of his word still had power. The man who had out lived all his rivals bought up his sword and took to reading and being a horse for little Bealor or chasing Haley around the courtyard. His evenings were spent talking to William about the past and the future of his sons and there sons. What was said in those talks no one knew but it would all be reveled in a few short years.
There was one problem in the Mander. Rebels or Outlaws. Whatever you liked to call them in the Mander it was the same thing. For eight years talk had grown of a man who would no longer stand against the injustice that the Tyrell’s placed upon the Mander. Mainly about the Dawn Raider that he was an evil man sent by the Lord of the lowest of hells to destroy the great kingdoms of Westeros. Some thought such claims to be ridiculous and ignored such talk. But there were some that listened and flocked to this man. Damin Tyrell youngest of Tallahar’s children never liked the idea of Knighthood and took up a different path. One of darkness and deceit. With all his power he wielded and the resources he could call upon Damin could not find who this man was that marshaled foes against the Tyrell’s but his father more importantly.
But now it comes the year 538 A.C of the age of King Rodrick the Third of the House of Baratheon the youngest boy of William Tyrell, Tallahar sleeps and rests as his Grandfather protects him. Tallahar stood over the cradle looking at the boy with is namesake his grandchild. ‘I wish Haley had lived to you two.’ Is what the big Lord thinks through his mind. A single finger gently strokes the little boy’s cheeks. When the door bursts open and there with a knife is a lone man.
“Two Tallahar’s in one night. Lord Exile will reward me greatly for this.” With that the man darts forward with his shortsword.
Tallahar’s mind relaxes and old skills long unused surge through his mind again. His left arm moves down and using his forearm he forces the blade away from his tender stomach. A straight right explodes against the chin forcing him back. After the powerful punch Tallahar’s hand moves back to find something anything for a weapon and finally it curls around the long shaft of a Fire Poker. The heavy dull ended tool was all that the fearsome Dawn Raider had. Instead of waiting Tallahar charges forward bearing down upon the man like a great wave Tallahar forces his weapon through the attackers defense and with the great strength in his muscles his drives the tool between his rips and puncturing the heart. Surprise is written across the mans face as blood spurts out his mouth and he holds onto Tallahar. His fingers release the sword and Tallahar quickly takes it up.
Not wasting any time Tallahar runs to the door and quickly throws a look outside and sees four men calmly walking towards the room. Thoughts run through the Dawn Raider’s mind. By the dead mans words someone had come to not only kill him but his grandson as well. Tallahar looked down at his old wrinkled and callused hands. ‘Warriors hands. I won’t go slowly into the night’ Quickly taking off his own cloak and throwing the dead mans one on Tallahar stood next to the door.
Three men entered one bearded man smiled at Tallahar, “So you finished off the Dawn Raider eh Benford?” Tallahar only grunted in reply. The other two step closer to the body of Benford laying on ground face down. The Bearded man turned then gasped as Benford’s shortsword entered his back and come out his stomach.
“You send a pup after an old wolf like me.” Tallahar snarls into the mans ear as lifeblood pumps out. The other two turn and draw swords. “Come on both of you. Shall see why I was feared.” Suddenly hot pain exploded between Tallahar’s shoulder blades.
“A mans back is often his blind spot, Dawn Raider.” The last name was spat out. Falling to his knees Tallahar looks up and stares into the face of Lord Exile or as Tallahar knew him Lord Sumner Footly. Until during Andry’s War Tallahar had besieged Tumbleton and removed Sumner from lordship and given it to his brother. Tallahar had been told that Sumner had taken his own life. That now appeared false. “You see Lord Tyrell. My brother found that out less then a moons turn ago and now so do you. My two enemies will soon be both died in less time then it takes to ride from the Mountains of Dorne to the Wall.” Everything clicked inside Tallahar’s mind now Lord Exile. The Rebellion against House Tyrell and a deep said hatred of Tallahar himself. It was all about personal vengeance. “But it won’t only be you that dies tonight Tallahar. No it will also be Little Tallahar and maybe Bealor. Or even little Victoria. Maybe William himself if I can get enough men to swear themselves to me.”
Also this talking had been great fun Sumner but it had been a mistake as at that moment Tallahar surged to his feet and cut the throat of one of the men then spun on his heel and sunk the sword under the last mans armpit killing him as well. Standing straight and tall looking at the smaller man Tallahar smiled a cruel evil grin. “Not tonight Lord Exile.” Screaming a warcry the Dawn Raider charged forward. Sumner long knife came up and stabbed Tallahar’s shoulder but the man ignored it and forced Lord Exile against a wall. Strong fingers wrapped around his throat and Tallahar lifted Sumner from his feet all the while slowly crushing the throat of the exile Lord. The man was frantic stabbing kicking punching but Tallahar ignored it all just continued to push a little more. Sumner eyes bulged and his breath come out ragged and then nothing he just hung there loosely. That’s when Tallahar’s knees buckled and he fell to the ground. He looked out the window of Little Tallahar’s room to see the sun rising. He thought he heard someone cry ‘Father!!’ but that was stupid only William and Callen were around to call him that. ‘I’m going to miss those boys.’ Looking up again Tallahar smiled. “Haley……” Finally the Dawn Raider fell forward.