Post by The Smith on Nov 2, 2008 13:27:05 GMT -5
“Lord Commander Erenford, it is good to see you again.” Pieter said, smiling, “I trust you have taken to your position well?”
“Aye, I have taken well to the Gold Cloaks. I have actually enjoyed training them and reorganizing them.” Ser Leyton said, imaging back.
“So you have reorganized them, have you? What exactly have you changed.” Pieter asked inquisitively.
“I have interviewed all the officers and removed those who were unfit, as well as getting rid of several unnecessary positions. I interviewed many men who were recommended to me, and promoted several of them to officers. They are all good men, loyal and trustworthy.” Leyton stated happily.
“That is good, a Commander should always trust his men, and be able to count on them. Without that you don’t have the loyalty of your men, and without their loyalty you will fail.”
“Yes M’Lord, I understand. I have made sure that each of my officers are trustworthy, and dismissed those who refused to acknowledge my authority. Some of the men were downright sour, accustomed to the corrupt and lazy commanders before me. For too long have the Gold Cloaks been shirking on their watch, I am making sure they remember their duty.”
“That is very good. A city is only as safe as its watchmen, and King’s Landing has been growing more dangerous lately. Mainly because of our raucous King and his dirty, spiteful friends.” Pieter said wearily. Leyton listened to him carefully, taking it in. “The King is a corrupt man, abusing the Crown’s power. Try as the Small Council does, the King spurns our decisions, decisions for the good of Westeros, and replaces them with his own corrupt, conceited plans. Take Tourney Town… Originally meant to be a city for the queen, His Grace took it away from the Queen and made it his own personal play-pen.” Pieter said to Leyton, drawing him in.
“Aye M’Lord, I hear that the King doesn’t even bother to go to the Small Council meetings?” Leyton said, as Pieter nodded.
“Yes, he doesn’t even go to the meetings, and wont listen when we explain what we have decided to do. Yet he feels he has the right to tell us what to do, to tell us what he wants, and yet not even bother to come to council sessions. It is a truly corrupt system.” Pieter said carefully. “That a fool of a man, a drunk and a barbarian, can abuse his powers and order those who mean good for the realm around, and without any consequences. Have you heard of Lord Roland Royce’s death? Unfair imprisonment after all these years, and he dies mysteriously. Don’t think the King didn’t have anything to do with that.”
“I heard the King never even stated what crime Lord Royce had committed?” Leyton stated.
“Aye, the King refused him even the knowledge of his crime, and furthermore refused to give him a trial, the right of any noble!” Pieter and Leyton sat there for a moment, silence drifting in.
“We must do something about this, we cannot have a ruler who cares not about his realm.” Leyton said, as if he had thought of it himself. Pieter smiled, knowing that his persuasion had sunk in unnoticed.
“Yes, you are right Leyton. But we need to work together in order to achieve our goal. Only together can we be able to set right the wrongs the King has set. Can I count on you to be able to do that?” Pieter asked, deeply caring. Leyton nodded.
“Yes, of course Lord Tully. I will do whatever you need me to, in order to restore justice to its rightful place.”
“Thank you, Commander Erenford, I feel much better that you are on my side. We need to stick together, the King has many friends who would try to stop us. But remember that I’m here for you, if you ever need help.” Pieter said caringly, as Leyton nodded. “Now, Leyton, let us unwind from this talk. I wish to see how your skill with the sword has improved!” The two stood and walked out into the training yard.
Pieter stood off to the side, several feet from where Ser Vayon and Ser Erenford stood opposite each other in preparation to spar. They both raised their blunted swords, slowly circling each other. Suddenly Vayon shot forward like a snake testing the defenses of its prey. Leyton quickly parried, sidestepping to avoid the force of the strikes. Their swords locked together, Leyton kicks Vayon, just as he nearly smacks Erenford across the chest. The two step back, taking a second to rest.
Pieter laughed, “It seems you have met your match, Ser Vayon.”
“I’m just having some fun Lord Tully,” Vayon retorted, “Let me show you how it’s really done, boy.” He said to Leyton, getting back into position.
Vayon stepped forward, thrusting at Leyton’s chest. Leyton moves his sword up to block, but Vayon’s blade moves quickly to another spot, and again Leyton moves to block, and again his opponent’s blade is one step ahead. Vayon gave several precise hits against Leyton, who was just barely unable to keep up with him. Finally he finished it with a solid hit across the chest which threw Leyton onto the ground.
“You’ve gotten better,” Vayon remarked, “but you still have much to learn.”
Results:
Ser Leyton Erenford gains Expert Sword Fighting
Ser Vayon Rivers moves towards Master Sword Fighting
Lord Pieter Tully gains Expert Persuasion
“Aye, I have taken well to the Gold Cloaks. I have actually enjoyed training them and reorganizing them.” Ser Leyton said, imaging back.
“So you have reorganized them, have you? What exactly have you changed.” Pieter asked inquisitively.
“I have interviewed all the officers and removed those who were unfit, as well as getting rid of several unnecessary positions. I interviewed many men who were recommended to me, and promoted several of them to officers. They are all good men, loyal and trustworthy.” Leyton stated happily.
“That is good, a Commander should always trust his men, and be able to count on them. Without that you don’t have the loyalty of your men, and without their loyalty you will fail.”
“Yes M’Lord, I understand. I have made sure that each of my officers are trustworthy, and dismissed those who refused to acknowledge my authority. Some of the men were downright sour, accustomed to the corrupt and lazy commanders before me. For too long have the Gold Cloaks been shirking on their watch, I am making sure they remember their duty.”
“That is very good. A city is only as safe as its watchmen, and King’s Landing has been growing more dangerous lately. Mainly because of our raucous King and his dirty, spiteful friends.” Pieter said wearily. Leyton listened to him carefully, taking it in. “The King is a corrupt man, abusing the Crown’s power. Try as the Small Council does, the King spurns our decisions, decisions for the good of Westeros, and replaces them with his own corrupt, conceited plans. Take Tourney Town… Originally meant to be a city for the queen, His Grace took it away from the Queen and made it his own personal play-pen.” Pieter said to Leyton, drawing him in.
“Aye M’Lord, I hear that the King doesn’t even bother to go to the Small Council meetings?” Leyton said, as Pieter nodded.
“Yes, he doesn’t even go to the meetings, and wont listen when we explain what we have decided to do. Yet he feels he has the right to tell us what to do, to tell us what he wants, and yet not even bother to come to council sessions. It is a truly corrupt system.” Pieter said carefully. “That a fool of a man, a drunk and a barbarian, can abuse his powers and order those who mean good for the realm around, and without any consequences. Have you heard of Lord Roland Royce’s death? Unfair imprisonment after all these years, and he dies mysteriously. Don’t think the King didn’t have anything to do with that.”
“I heard the King never even stated what crime Lord Royce had committed?” Leyton stated.
“Aye, the King refused him even the knowledge of his crime, and furthermore refused to give him a trial, the right of any noble!” Pieter and Leyton sat there for a moment, silence drifting in.
“We must do something about this, we cannot have a ruler who cares not about his realm.” Leyton said, as if he had thought of it himself. Pieter smiled, knowing that his persuasion had sunk in unnoticed.
“Yes, you are right Leyton. But we need to work together in order to achieve our goal. Only together can we be able to set right the wrongs the King has set. Can I count on you to be able to do that?” Pieter asked, deeply caring. Leyton nodded.
“Yes, of course Lord Tully. I will do whatever you need me to, in order to restore justice to its rightful place.”
“Thank you, Commander Erenford, I feel much better that you are on my side. We need to stick together, the King has many friends who would try to stop us. But remember that I’m here for you, if you ever need help.” Pieter said caringly, as Leyton nodded. “Now, Leyton, let us unwind from this talk. I wish to see how your skill with the sword has improved!” The two stood and walked out into the training yard.
Pieter stood off to the side, several feet from where Ser Vayon and Ser Erenford stood opposite each other in preparation to spar. They both raised their blunted swords, slowly circling each other. Suddenly Vayon shot forward like a snake testing the defenses of its prey. Leyton quickly parried, sidestepping to avoid the force of the strikes. Their swords locked together, Leyton kicks Vayon, just as he nearly smacks Erenford across the chest. The two step back, taking a second to rest.
Pieter laughed, “It seems you have met your match, Ser Vayon.”
“I’m just having some fun Lord Tully,” Vayon retorted, “Let me show you how it’s really done, boy.” He said to Leyton, getting back into position.
Vayon stepped forward, thrusting at Leyton’s chest. Leyton moves his sword up to block, but Vayon’s blade moves quickly to another spot, and again Leyton moves to block, and again his opponent’s blade is one step ahead. Vayon gave several precise hits against Leyton, who was just barely unable to keep up with him. Finally he finished it with a solid hit across the chest which threw Leyton onto the ground.
“You’ve gotten better,” Vayon remarked, “but you still have much to learn.”
Results:
Ser Leyton Erenford gains Expert Sword Fighting
Ser Vayon Rivers moves towards Master Sword Fighting
Lord Pieter Tully gains Expert Persuasion