|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 22:47:59 GMT -5
He shakes his head,"I have no idea, but they have many assassins and a host of Lords fell under there sway before the war. I do not get what good could come of the Others either, maybe something to do with there belief in death, I don't know much, but the Old Gods are good enough for me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 22:52:34 GMT -5
Rask studies Drumm thoughtfully. "I thought you were a seafarer. An Ironborn, with their god of ocean and storm."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 22:55:06 GMT -5
Drumm taps the side of his head,"I have dreams and have heard of these Old Gods who send them, that and all religions seems to be the same with different names, the Old Gods just seems to be the most intelligent guess."
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 23:01:24 GMT -5
Rask's lips twitch with bemusement. "The Old Gods choose unlikely vessels to work their will. Though at your age, I hardly seemed a probable choice myself. I trust you will grow into your duty in time, seafarer."
"My name is Rask," he introduces himself.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 23:04:21 GMT -5
He nodded,"I have heard of you, but only rumors. I am Theodore Drumm, some call me the Lord of Old Wyk, though I have not seen it in years."
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 23:12:29 GMT -5
"Well met, Theodore Drumm," Rask says. "Do you march south, or do you return by ship to your islands?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 23:16:11 GMT -5
He shrugs,"Depends on how this damnable Meeting of the Lords goes, I do not like all these dragons about, they are intense in both body and mind." He takes a drink of his ale and sighs,"Not only that but the human ones are worse, they squabble over a metal band to wear and who gets what." He shakes his head again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 23:24:39 GMT -5
Rask shakes his head sadly. "The dragons are majestic beasts. I cannot say the same for your fellows -- those who would name themself lord or lady to stand above other men. No matter their title, all still kneel. Their choices are no longer their own, their freedom surrendered to their king or queen. They make themselves something less than men."
Rask's one eye rests upon Drumm. "You will say that I am but an old man, and I do not understand your southron customs. But for you who shares the third eye, I offer my advice nonetheless. Never kneel."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 23:27:39 GMT -5
He frowns slightly and his brow furrows as he took in the mans words."Trust me, I will never kneel, at least not mentally, but if you are to do anything but be an outlaw or a hermit in the south, then you should send your men and your taxes." He looks the man in the eyes and cocks his head slightly,"But I'm guessing that is what you plan to do, be a hermit or something close."
|
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 23:33:47 GMT -5
A wan smile crosses Rask's lips. "I will do as I please, Theodore Drumm. The dragon-child and her sisters will come to terms with that fact. If they do not, they will come to regret it."
The shadowcat at Rask's feet had been so still it almost seemed as if it was not there. Its ears twitch suddenly, and it lopes off into the night. Rask watches it go, the smile on his face almost paternal.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 23:40:24 GMT -5
He smiled,"Maybe one day you could visit the Islands, find some fish friends to talk to."
|
|
|
|
Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 23:48:36 GMT -5
"Yes." He turns slowly to face north, a deep frown creasing his brow. "The white walkers did not just kill people... they eradicated life. These lands are dying." A cough racks Rask's frame. "I will go south and find a new place for a new beginning." Perestan saw a glimpse of an idea "Well, Rask, you could always travel with me if you want to. I am traveling with Jaime Corbray and the Vale troops. The camp is there." Perestan pointed in a direction "If you want to travel with us, just come visit me there." |
|
|
|
Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 23:49:02 GMT -5
Rask chuckles. "Perhaps one day, Theodore Drumm."
The wildling turns back to the inquisitive maester. "I will travel among my people, Perestan, but you are welcome to break bread with us whenever you wish."
|
|
|
|
Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 23:51:45 GMT -5
He nods,"I think it is time I check on the men, want to make sure they don't get too rowdy." He lumbers off towards the crazier parts of the party and tried to contain the chaos... to no avail.
|
|
|
|
Post by Borcas Redwyne on May 29, 2009 4:56:45 GMT -5
"Stew? Well, why not?" replied Iggo. "Where are you from, brave man?" asked Jhaqo hoping to hear that he's not from Westeros. "Born and bred in Braavos. I'd ask the same question of you, but I can smell the Dothraki air about you...", Imry said with a thin smile. "Of course you smell it! Horses tend to have a rather recognisable stench..." Jhaqo laughed as he said that. Iggo laughed as well. "A man of Essos then! It's good to see we are not the only foreigners here..." |
|
Hope you all are well and happy.