Post by The Smith on Dec 18, 2008 20:59:10 GMT -5
It was just a few weeks into his promotion as commander of the goldcloaks and was already Owen planning reforms and new setting new goals. The goldcloaks had been fairly unorganized lately; over the course of the last couple decades they had been effectively wiped out numerous times in more than a couple battles. What remained was the core policies and standards of the organization which had previously been maintained by a handful of captains who were lucky enough to survive in their roles.
The most obvious detriment to city life in King's Landing was the countless criminal cases; those of murderers, rapists, thieves, kidnappers, corrupted officials, etc. Owen had launched himself headfirst into a number of these cases, and though the legal system in King's Landing was lacking on all counts, he set about trying to catch culprits while maintaining order.
The first case he heard about was that of a group of murderers, a few men in their early thirties who were preying on prostitutes. "Fun", Owen thought as he rounded up a bunch of his men and headed off into Flea Bottom. The men they were after were raping and then killing whores at the midnight hour, finding them on the street corners and killing them a few hours later. They left a trail of evidence leading to an abandoned orphanage which looked as though it had seen its best days fifty years ago.
The goldcloaks surrounded the house and Owen stationed men at all visible exit-points. Then, taking half a dozen men with him, they broke down the rusted door and charged in. When inside he could hear screams from the second floor, and signaling to his men they followed closely behind.
Shortly after they entered the house though, the noises upstairs got quieter; the men knew who was there, and what they were coming to do. The goldcloaks practically flew up the stairs with their swords drawn, and ran as a group into the room where the nose was emanating from.
Within they saw a half naked girl, not much more than fifteen, pinned down by a much larger man. Two men stood in the corner with blades brandished.
"Ello goldies", the largest of the men said as the girl screamed beneath him. "Would you like a go?"
One of the goldcloaks beside Owen must have had a personal connection to this case because without being ordered to do so he flung forward at the man. "Fuck him", Owen thought as he turned to the other and gestured to follow him. Owen lunged first for the man with the girl, and landed a few glancing blows.
He turned around to block a blow that could have cut his head clean from his neck, and delivered an excellent counter-attack that sent the man to the floor in a mess of blood. Suddenly two more men burst into the room from a side door, brandishing knives.
Owen called two of his men forward to stand beside him. Together they made fairly quick work of the would be killers, especially under Owen's lead. The last conscious criminal in the room was then fought by Owen, knocked to the ground, and arrested.
Owen had the other bodies carried out by the goldcloaks, and the first (and most passionate) of these goldcloaks escort the prostitute back to her brothel.
When he returned to his chambers that night, he washed the blood off his skin and sword, and had a servant place an order for new clothes.
The next day though, instead of resting, he went to the training yard. The fight had given him an abundance of energy that needed to be directed at someone...or at least a training dummy.
Results:
Owen Corbray improves from expert ++ swordsman to master swordsman
Owen Corbray improves towards master battle
The most obvious detriment to city life in King's Landing was the countless criminal cases; those of murderers, rapists, thieves, kidnappers, corrupted officials, etc. Owen had launched himself headfirst into a number of these cases, and though the legal system in King's Landing was lacking on all counts, he set about trying to catch culprits while maintaining order.
The first case he heard about was that of a group of murderers, a few men in their early thirties who were preying on prostitutes. "Fun", Owen thought as he rounded up a bunch of his men and headed off into Flea Bottom. The men they were after were raping and then killing whores at the midnight hour, finding them on the street corners and killing them a few hours later. They left a trail of evidence leading to an abandoned orphanage which looked as though it had seen its best days fifty years ago.
The goldcloaks surrounded the house and Owen stationed men at all visible exit-points. Then, taking half a dozen men with him, they broke down the rusted door and charged in. When inside he could hear screams from the second floor, and signaling to his men they followed closely behind.
Shortly after they entered the house though, the noises upstairs got quieter; the men knew who was there, and what they were coming to do. The goldcloaks practically flew up the stairs with their swords drawn, and ran as a group into the room where the nose was emanating from.
Within they saw a half naked girl, not much more than fifteen, pinned down by a much larger man. Two men stood in the corner with blades brandished.
"Ello goldies", the largest of the men said as the girl screamed beneath him. "Would you like a go?"
One of the goldcloaks beside Owen must have had a personal connection to this case because without being ordered to do so he flung forward at the man. "Fuck him", Owen thought as he turned to the other and gestured to follow him. Owen lunged first for the man with the girl, and landed a few glancing blows.
He turned around to block a blow that could have cut his head clean from his neck, and delivered an excellent counter-attack that sent the man to the floor in a mess of blood. Suddenly two more men burst into the room from a side door, brandishing knives.
Owen called two of his men forward to stand beside him. Together they made fairly quick work of the would be killers, especially under Owen's lead. The last conscious criminal in the room was then fought by Owen, knocked to the ground, and arrested.
Owen had the other bodies carried out by the goldcloaks, and the first (and most passionate) of these goldcloaks escort the prostitute back to her brothel.
When he returned to his chambers that night, he washed the blood off his skin and sword, and had a servant place an order for new clothes.
The next day though, instead of resting, he went to the training yard. The fight had given him an abundance of energy that needed to be directed at someone...or at least a training dummy.
Results:
Owen Corbray improves from expert ++ swordsman to master swordsman
Owen Corbray improves towards master battle