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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:28:35 GMT -5
"That's very true. William, half Ale rations for the next two weeks." Talyn says, before turning back to Kyma.
"You're Princess Kyma, yes? I saw you, with Lord Martell and Kin... Lord Selwyn, after the battle?"
"Okay Captain," Old Dog replies seamlessly between long tugs from the mead flagon, before turning back to the new arrival.
"Princess Ariel," he says, loud enough to be overheard by everyone nearby, "I never thought i'd meet two princesses in a day! The folks at home will never believe me."
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 11:33:14 GMT -5
"Yes." Kyma studied the man, "I do not know you though." She thought, "That man said Thatcher... are you he?"
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:36:02 GMT -5
"I have the misfortune to be so named," Talyn confirmed. "Talyn Thatcher, Captain of the Traitors' Sons Company. Although its not much of a company at the moment, there are only twenty or so of us. And we're pitiful sellswords. We've been fighting for free since long before Goldengrove. But Traitors' Sons, crooks, and misfits, we are, so that part is true, at least."
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 11:37:46 GMT -5
Ariel chuckled. "We'll all have plenty of tales to share when we return home. You and yours fighting endless waves of Others, me just sitting back with the baggage and...oh, and throwing half the dragonglass I'd been carrying at the ones who made it through. Though I'm sure your tale will come out better to the ears of the ladies."
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 11:42:05 GMT -5
"Why is it so shaming to be named Thatcher?" Kyma asked, "I presume you do not actually work on roofs or the like."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:42:26 GMT -5
Old Dog Hill nodded. "A little bit of poetic license is a soldier's well earned right. But I'm sure its your story the bards well tell, ain't no one ever tell the story of the man in the ranks. Ain't much reason to. Can't see what's happening, you're neighbor's so scared he's pissing on your leg, alot of screaming, some blood, not terribly exciting really."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:44:39 GMT -5
"Why is it so shaming to be named Thatcher?" Kyma asked, "I presume you do not actually work on roofs or the like." "My father, Thaddeus Thatcher, was King Rodrick's Hand. He betrayed the King, and the royal family, butchering them in their beds. Which frankly, doesn't even matter, compared to his betrayal of all humanity. How could any decent human being side against us, and with those... things, we faced today, and every day since the Others came?" |
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 11:49:27 GMT -5
Kyma studied, and snickered, "You are lucky you were not burned at the stake." Her voice was droll.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 11:53:24 GMT -5
Ariel laughed at that. "Here's a secret, ser. It's all the same for those of us who live in the sagas as they're written. The women in the tents huddling over their screaming babies while Others swarmed in, babes and women alike pissing and puking in fright, and not a scrap of Valyrian steel in sight. The bards just don't tell about all that, since we highborns are the lucky bastards rich enough to keep the bards fed." She winked, then clapped the man on his shoulder. "But don't worry. You'll tell the maidens 'bout yourself, just as much as the bards tell about the beautiful, heroic Princesses, and your wife'll remember it when she's tossing a pot at your head."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:53:47 GMT -5
"Perhaps I should have been. I kept thinking that one of these monsters would get me, but it just never seemed to be in the cards. I've come to think that the Gods never give men what they want. So the best way to survive a battle, is to be aiming to get killed." Talyn said, but than shook his head,
"That's just foolish post-battle rambling."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 11:55:07 GMT -5
"Ah, what has a poor footman done to have a highborn highness like yourself curse him with a wife! I'm too young yet to be settling down," The old coot says.
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Post by The Smith on May 28, 2009 11:59:15 GMT -5
"You want to die?" Kyma sneered, "Then you are a fool. A weak fool." Her judgment was sincere and quick.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 28, 2009 12:03:30 GMT -5
"You're too young? Look at me!" she said with mock horror. "I've only stayed unwed as long as I have because I've kept too busy since Thatcher's villains attacked King Selwyn, and he needed every hand that could be turned to defending the Kingdom.
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 12:03:49 GMT -5
Talyn snort derisively, "You'll remember at the time that the world was overrun with Ice-demons. Being among the living wasn't exactly anyone's idea of a good time Princess. Especially if instead of being the heroine swooping in back a beast of myth, it's partially your fault all this has happened. So yes, it did occur to me that dying in battle to try and undo what my father had done was probably the best ending I could hope for. It beats getting burned at the stake, as you'd suggested earlier."
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Post by The Flint on May 28, 2009 12:05:07 GMT -5
"You're too young? Look at me!" she said with mock horror. "I've only stayed unwed as long as I have because I've kept too busy since Thatcher's villains attacked King Selwyn, and he needed every hand that could be turned to defending the Kingdom. "If your proposing your highness," William says with a small burp, "I'll consider it. What were you thinking about in terms of a dowry." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.