Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 19:19:22 GMT -5
“What to do what to dooo.” Arya said while standing in the library of the Eyrie. She scanned over the books and tapped several randomly with a finger while her other hand stifled a yawn. The journey and the sights had been breathtaking. The view from the castle was especially extraordinary but it only made her feel more and more lonely. She spun around and danced with an invisible partner for a while and then went back to looking at books. She liked stories of all kinds and poetry as well. She picked out a collection of poems and held it in her left hand. “Hmph, what else.” Her finger glided along the bindings of the tomes and settled upon a thin book by comparison to the others, The Adventures of a Nameless Knight. She took it off the shelf and added it on top of the poetry collection. She continued perusing through the books united side by side. She wondered if they were lonely when no one read them. She stopped at a few books that looked relatively cleaner than the others, since most of the other books had a light touch of dust on them. The maids must have only come in here every so often she thought. Dragons: Beasts of Legend and Reality. “Alright then, you can accompany me too.” She slid it out of the shelf, and it was definitely the most heaviest of the three. She wondered if she should bring it on a second trip but decided against it, and would labour to bring the three books in one go. Thankfully her guardian Tonio saw her struggling and lifted the books easily from her with one hand. She smiled at him and skipped along back to her room.
She plopped herself down on a couch and decided to read the book of the nameless knight.
Ser Maryn pricked his hourse over the streets of King's Landing. He still remained dressed in his combat clothes and with his shield wherein old dints of deep wounds remained from battles past. Still for a knight such as he, the cruel marks made him remember the fights of bloody fields and battles. He continued to press his horse hard, as his emotions and memories filled him with anger. He did not know Ser Euric for long, but he himself equated Ser Euric to his own father who had sent him to King's Landing with a small bittersweet smile and a wave of the hand. He resolved that he would have to write to his father and tell him of all the things that had happened in his stay at King's Landing. He liked to write, but when it came down to writing to his father, his senses took leave of him. It was midday but the sun was shielded by the clouds and a sense of gloom hung in the air and he wondered idly if the sun could mourn the death of a man like Ser Euric. His horses hoofs clattered on the cobblestone leading to his former lord's manse. He recognized a few of the faces, hanging sullen with the passing of the man they had looked after and cared for for many years. As Maryn tied his horse and entered the home, he could tell that not much was being done, that the servants walked aimlessly, and the guards stood with a slouch or sat in seats, not knowing what to do, the purpose of their own being put into question with the death of the head of house. Maryn felt pity, and then anger. He thought that the men would be set into action, to avenge their lord of the grievous slight put against the family.
He drew his sword and slammed it into a wooden shelf. “Why are you all moping around for? There is work to be done!” Maryn shouted wildly, and the staff looked at him strangely. Realizing he looked a fool he quickly apologized, “I'm sorry, but I see you all in desperate condition, and so am I, I swore my sword to Ser Euric, a man of honour and principle. He lays dead and the daughter he was trying to protect is in hiding, with so few men standing up for her. I cannot rest easily knowing a blade lies drawn ready for her heart.” He looked about again, and a few more staff and men had come to see what the commotion is about. Some nodded while a few others remain resigned. “Ser Euric has willed it that this house will be passed on to his daughter, but what is a house without a family and those within it to keep it warm. To be a group of friends under loyalty to a lord or lady? You have all come to learn and care for Ser Euric, and I can see by your expressions that you loved him. Some here have bled with him, and a few have died along with him in protection of his family. As a friend of Lady Aryanna, and since she cannot speak here at this moment, I implore you to stay by her side, and to fight by her side if need be, like you have done with Ser Euric.” Ser Maryn wiped his head as the ride and his speech had began to make him sweat. He had never been a man to speak out such as he had, but the past week had took it's toll on his passions, and he needed to vent them. “I'll stand with you and the Lady Aryanna Ser,” A man finally piped up and broke the silence that had settled during Maryn's reprieve. He was a stout looking fellow that looked like he would burst from his clothes had he not been wearing a belt and suspenders. He had a big mouth, nose and ears and seemed the most obvious to be the one to speak first among all the men and women. Maryn walked over and tapped the fellow on the shoulder, “You are a good man, is there any other that would like to remain here?” There seemed to be a few whispers amongst several groups of servants and men in the room, all had seemed to come to hear out the little known knight from Dorne. A youngish lad stepped forward, “Ser Euric was always fair and have us a home when we needed it, I'd like to stay and pledge my loyalty to the Lady Aryanna. It would be wrong to abandon her in a time of need.” A couple other lads nodded their heads and most of the men seemed to be on board but a few were reticent and quietly apologized before leaving quietly. The women were quiet but among their whispers they had agreed to stay on as staff. A slim and tall woman with a hard edged face spoke for the women, “We will stay of course, and we will welcome working for a Lady such as his daughter, besides, some of us have grown up in the service of Ser Euric, we feel close to his house.” Ser Maryn smiled and nodded. “I'm glad, I know you will not regret your decisions. There may be some danger in the coming weeks and months as we search for whoever was responsible for murdering our Lord and attempting to take the life of a sweet young lady.”
Arya sighed and closed the book. She set it aside and rested her head on the arm rest of the coach. She dreamt of her father and the stories he had told her, of the knights and pretty lady they would always save. She hoped a knight or lord or someone would save her too.
Results:
Ser Maryn convinces Lord Euric Dayne's King's Landing Staff, and of his 20 Men-at-Arms to carry over their service to Lady Aryanna Dayne.
She plopped herself down on a couch and decided to read the book of the nameless knight.
Ser Maryn pricked his hourse over the streets of King's Landing. He still remained dressed in his combat clothes and with his shield wherein old dints of deep wounds remained from battles past. Still for a knight such as he, the cruel marks made him remember the fights of bloody fields and battles. He continued to press his horse hard, as his emotions and memories filled him with anger. He did not know Ser Euric for long, but he himself equated Ser Euric to his own father who had sent him to King's Landing with a small bittersweet smile and a wave of the hand. He resolved that he would have to write to his father and tell him of all the things that had happened in his stay at King's Landing. He liked to write, but when it came down to writing to his father, his senses took leave of him. It was midday but the sun was shielded by the clouds and a sense of gloom hung in the air and he wondered idly if the sun could mourn the death of a man like Ser Euric. His horses hoofs clattered on the cobblestone leading to his former lord's manse. He recognized a few of the faces, hanging sullen with the passing of the man they had looked after and cared for for many years. As Maryn tied his horse and entered the home, he could tell that not much was being done, that the servants walked aimlessly, and the guards stood with a slouch or sat in seats, not knowing what to do, the purpose of their own being put into question with the death of the head of house. Maryn felt pity, and then anger. He thought that the men would be set into action, to avenge their lord of the grievous slight put against the family.
He drew his sword and slammed it into a wooden shelf. “Why are you all moping around for? There is work to be done!” Maryn shouted wildly, and the staff looked at him strangely. Realizing he looked a fool he quickly apologized, “I'm sorry, but I see you all in desperate condition, and so am I, I swore my sword to Ser Euric, a man of honour and principle. He lays dead and the daughter he was trying to protect is in hiding, with so few men standing up for her. I cannot rest easily knowing a blade lies drawn ready for her heart.” He looked about again, and a few more staff and men had come to see what the commotion is about. Some nodded while a few others remain resigned. “Ser Euric has willed it that this house will be passed on to his daughter, but what is a house without a family and those within it to keep it warm. To be a group of friends under loyalty to a lord or lady? You have all come to learn and care for Ser Euric, and I can see by your expressions that you loved him. Some here have bled with him, and a few have died along with him in protection of his family. As a friend of Lady Aryanna, and since she cannot speak here at this moment, I implore you to stay by her side, and to fight by her side if need be, like you have done with Ser Euric.” Ser Maryn wiped his head as the ride and his speech had began to make him sweat. He had never been a man to speak out such as he had, but the past week had took it's toll on his passions, and he needed to vent them. “I'll stand with you and the Lady Aryanna Ser,” A man finally piped up and broke the silence that had settled during Maryn's reprieve. He was a stout looking fellow that looked like he would burst from his clothes had he not been wearing a belt and suspenders. He had a big mouth, nose and ears and seemed the most obvious to be the one to speak first among all the men and women. Maryn walked over and tapped the fellow on the shoulder, “You are a good man, is there any other that would like to remain here?” There seemed to be a few whispers amongst several groups of servants and men in the room, all had seemed to come to hear out the little known knight from Dorne. A youngish lad stepped forward, “Ser Euric was always fair and have us a home when we needed it, I'd like to stay and pledge my loyalty to the Lady Aryanna. It would be wrong to abandon her in a time of need.” A couple other lads nodded their heads and most of the men seemed to be on board but a few were reticent and quietly apologized before leaving quietly. The women were quiet but among their whispers they had agreed to stay on as staff. A slim and tall woman with a hard edged face spoke for the women, “We will stay of course, and we will welcome working for a Lady such as his daughter, besides, some of us have grown up in the service of Ser Euric, we feel close to his house.” Ser Maryn smiled and nodded. “I'm glad, I know you will not regret your decisions. There may be some danger in the coming weeks and months as we search for whoever was responsible for murdering our Lord and attempting to take the life of a sweet young lady.”
Arya sighed and closed the book. She set it aside and rested her head on the arm rest of the coach. She dreamt of her father and the stories he had told her, of the knights and pretty lady they would always save. She hoped a knight or lord or someone would save her too.
Results:
Ser Maryn convinces Lord Euric Dayne's King's Landing Staff, and of his 20 Men-at-Arms to carry over their service to Lady Aryanna Dayne.
Hope you all are well and happy.