Post by Horas on Nov 26, 2008 2:26:00 GMT -5
Evergreen was roaming the old Mormont keep for kicks. The stone was different from Southern castles, like it came from another continent altogether. The Wall had many keeps, but they were poorly tended. He watched the sunset from the roof of a tower and wished he had a peach.
He wondered how old his son was now and if he’d recognize him. He wondered what Boreal thought of his old man… He decided there was no reason to sit about here and keep wondering.
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Crowtown was coming together well, though it was hardly Evergrove. Rickard still remembered his father’s lessons about governing and wasn‘t exactly new to this stewardship business, though hardly a dedicated professional.
Ser Liam was supervising the fencing when Evergreen asked him, “You have any children?”
The knight and murderer almost drooped a pile of flatboards when he heard the question. Handing them to the an amused subordinate, “I think I have a bastard in Maiden’s Pool, but its hardly a familial relationship. I doubt he knows who I am, but his mother was always giving me that look when I stopped by… you know, like she was expecting me to take responsibility or something.”
“Just the one…?” It was clear Evergreen thought he knew the answer.
“I think so, milord…”
“Good. I have two children, one of whom is likely trying to run the estate under the pressure of war and his father’s reputation.”
Liam had heard this before, but knew nothing of Evergrove beyond the occasional hint. One loudmouth had thought it a great joke to imagine what sort of wife the boss might take, but after that incident, noone ever imagined it again, at least not verbally.
“I’m leaving this island, Liam. I have unfinished business…”
“Down south?”
“And North… will you come with me, Ser Liam? We’ll likely die, but that’s what living is like.”
The knight understood that. “What will you tell the men?”
“Likely that I’m repaying my debt to our hosts. I’m sure I will, anyway.”
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Evergreen and Renfield, lord and knight, killers and deserters were wondering which boat to steal. If there was one thing Ironmen had plenty of, it was boats. Big boats, little boats, boats with black sails, boats with oars… Liam thought that if the Harlaws spent more time educating themselves and not sailing all the damn time, Westeros might be a saner place.
Evergreen settled for a modest rowboat that seemed a bit too genteel to belong to Farwynd and imagined it was a leftover from the Mormont days. With padded shoes on Liam’s feet, (“Being quiet is easy, not letting your nerves control your fett and alert the target is the real trick“) Evergreen lead him through the pier between crates and guards.
Not twenty feet from the rowboat, one particularly aware sentry had the ufortunate luck to turn his head art the right moment. Evergreen drew his shortsword, but Ser Liam had his hands around the guard’s neck before the blade left the scabbard. The assassin kept watch until the throttling was finished. The knight lifted up the body to toss it into the sea, but Evergreen shook his head. “Put him in the boat. We’ll get rid of him where the corpse doesn’t float to shore and panic everyone.”
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Evergreen emptied the dead man’s purse while Liam rowed. “You know, I liked Farwynd…” He examined the coins he found as well as he could in the dark.
Liam finally asked, “So where to…?”
“Eastwatch.”
The boat rocked a little too much from the response. “The Wall?!”
“Uh-huh… now sit back down, you made me lose count…”
Rickard Evergreen improves his Stealth to Grandmaster
Ser Liam Renfield improves his Unarmed Combat to Apprentice
He wondered how old his son was now and if he’d recognize him. He wondered what Boreal thought of his old man… He decided there was no reason to sit about here and keep wondering.
***********************
Crowtown was coming together well, though it was hardly Evergrove. Rickard still remembered his father’s lessons about governing and wasn‘t exactly new to this stewardship business, though hardly a dedicated professional.
Ser Liam was supervising the fencing when Evergreen asked him, “You have any children?”
The knight and murderer almost drooped a pile of flatboards when he heard the question. Handing them to the an amused subordinate, “I think I have a bastard in Maiden’s Pool, but its hardly a familial relationship. I doubt he knows who I am, but his mother was always giving me that look when I stopped by… you know, like she was expecting me to take responsibility or something.”
“Just the one…?” It was clear Evergreen thought he knew the answer.
“I think so, milord…”
“Good. I have two children, one of whom is likely trying to run the estate under the pressure of war and his father’s reputation.”
Liam had heard this before, but knew nothing of Evergrove beyond the occasional hint. One loudmouth had thought it a great joke to imagine what sort of wife the boss might take, but after that incident, noone ever imagined it again, at least not verbally.
“I’m leaving this island, Liam. I have unfinished business…”
“Down south?”
“And North… will you come with me, Ser Liam? We’ll likely die, but that’s what living is like.”
The knight understood that. “What will you tell the men?”
“Likely that I’m repaying my debt to our hosts. I’m sure I will, anyway.”
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Evergreen and Renfield, lord and knight, killers and deserters were wondering which boat to steal. If there was one thing Ironmen had plenty of, it was boats. Big boats, little boats, boats with black sails, boats with oars… Liam thought that if the Harlaws spent more time educating themselves and not sailing all the damn time, Westeros might be a saner place.
Evergreen settled for a modest rowboat that seemed a bit too genteel to belong to Farwynd and imagined it was a leftover from the Mormont days. With padded shoes on Liam’s feet, (“Being quiet is easy, not letting your nerves control your fett and alert the target is the real trick“) Evergreen lead him through the pier between crates and guards.
Not twenty feet from the rowboat, one particularly aware sentry had the ufortunate luck to turn his head art the right moment. Evergreen drew his shortsword, but Ser Liam had his hands around the guard’s neck before the blade left the scabbard. The assassin kept watch until the throttling was finished. The knight lifted up the body to toss it into the sea, but Evergreen shook his head. “Put him in the boat. We’ll get rid of him where the corpse doesn’t float to shore and panic everyone.”
***************
Evergreen emptied the dead man’s purse while Liam rowed. “You know, I liked Farwynd…” He examined the coins he found as well as he could in the dark.
Liam finally asked, “So where to…?”
“Eastwatch.”
The boat rocked a little too much from the response. “The Wall?!”
“Uh-huh… now sit back down, you made me lose count…”
Rickard Evergreen improves his Stealth to Grandmaster
Ser Liam Renfield improves his Unarmed Combat to Apprentice