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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 22:59:51 GMT
Berethor sat atop his black stallion as he rode along the road heading towards the Entrance to kings landing. Well not so much as rode as trotted. The beasts hooves gently trotted through the dirt as he puled his black cloak closely around him. It was starting to get colder now up in the the crown lands which could only mean one thing. Winter was coming as the Stark's so fondly said as there house motto. It was just past mid morning when he arrived down a large hill as he looked up and saw the remains of a burnt out castle. He had never been in the crown lands before and was rather interested in the scenery. Though there wasn't probably much since there was mostly overgrown areas of grass and plant life and lots and lots of barren rock. He was sure this place was a veritable beauty at least once long ago or he believed it to have been a cornucopia of lush green. He had heard man a tale of the ruins of castamere and the barbarism by tywin lannister. It was not right at what he had done to those poor people of the castle sealing them inside there own mines and then redirecting the river to flood the mines. It was not honorable way to die or at least that's not how he wanted to die.
Then again if he were to die he believed he would become part of weirwood tree and then he would be able to see everything that ever was that happened as long as there was a weirwood heartwood tree. He licked his lips as he gently pulled onto the reins of his horse and had it stop in its tracks in front of a tree so he could take a little break. He smiled and gently disembarked from his horse and pulled back the hood of his cloak. A quick prayer wouldn't harm his journey in the least after all he was going to battle hopefully soon. He tied the reins of his horse to a sturdy looking branch and pulled out his long sword and placed it in front of him and knelt onto the ground and began to say a a prayer. "Gods of the old hear my plea protect me as you have through my journey and help me to find a worthy lord or lady to pledge my service to I thank you for your divine and loving protection please guide the way word souls of castamere mines to your loving embrace." his black cloak hid his clothing beneath him a dark blue garb which held upon it a set of steel armor that also mixed with it gold plating. Upon the chest of his armor bore a great golden eagle which also held a over the shoulder sword belt for easy access made from fine leather. He wore a matching black leather belt with large polished gold plated buttons. He wore simple leather boots which had armor covering his shins that matched his armor. His head would remain bowed low as he slowly rose from the ground and turned his head tot eh side as he caught sight of a flock of birds circling above. he untied his horse and narrowed his eyes and quickly walked off to the direction of the birds and quickly sen a swift kick around the birds sending them scattered off. It was a dead body by the remnants of the clothing it was a young adult he waved his hand between his face and exhaled slowly. " Well can't leave you like this not proper." He sighed and walked back to his horse and unpacked his side pack and pulled out a small shovel and began to dig into the earth. He was a knight and he was doing what he believed to be a just and righteous cause.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2016 21:24:49 GMT
- The gemini Bastard - "The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day."
Dagos crested the hill, his Dornish steed underneath him. Every one knew of Tywin Lannisters's wrath. But the Dornish didn't need any lesson on the Lannister wrath, they learnt everything after the sack of Kings Landing. Elia Martell, they raped her, murdered her and killed her children. Prince Oberyn sought justice for these crimes on his visit to the capital, they had to scrape his brains, and what remained of his head, off the floor. The Mountain had crushed it, like a melon between his hands. Oberyn had poisoned his spear with Manticore venom, and when Oberyn cut and slashed Gregor and broke the skin, he was doomed. Rumour has it that Clegane still lives, thanks to dark magic. I hope I shall have a chance to strike him down, he deserves it.
The landbelow him was scattered with houses and stones strewn across it's width. Tywin didn't beat around the bush, he meant to send a message, and by god(s) he did. Dagos slowly made his way down the hill, soon he stopped. He spotted a black stallion tied to a branch. Someone's here. Dagos drew his sword slowly, as not to make a sound, he dismounted his horse and edged forward ever so slowly, placing his feet carefully as not to snap a branch or stand on dry leaves. Stealth had never been his forté, but he knew it's important.
He was close to the stranger now, the man was digging a hole in the ground. He was well armed and looked like a fighter. He was a big man. Everyone is big in my eyes. He quickened his pace, he slid up behind the man placing the edge of his sword against the back of the man's neck.
"Don't move, and don't do anything stupid. I don't want to stab you from behind, I always prefer to look them in the face."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2016 22:18:07 GMT
Berethor sighed as he shook his head and dug his shovel into the cold earth and tossing up a scoopful of dirt to the side. If there was one thing he liked about the crownlands better than the north it was definitely the improvement in weather. He was so used to the frigid temperatures of the north that anything south of their felt almost sweltering. He had placed his shovel into the ground once again when he caught the glint of steel and felt something against his neck. he remained still unafraid but instead he felt a different sensation. Annoyance sure he could easily take the blade away from the man but where was the fun in that. He sighed and dropped the shovel and placed his hands into the air and above his head. "If you’re looking for money I haven't got any."
He looked at the blade his opponent hand at his throat. Definitely not made in these parts. He smirked coyly as he tried to look out of the corner of his eye at the would be attacker. "Nice blade you got there Dornish make I believe." he smirked and chuckled " sorry bit of a old habit of mine from my blacksmithing days I can appreciate a good sword and I can tell you maintain it well by its sheen." He took a breath remaining perfectly calm " 'm going to undo my swords now and have them fall to the ground ." He slowly lowered his hands to his leather belt around his waist and slowly undid his sword and had it drop to the side. He then proceeded to undo his sword belt around his chest plate and had that slowly drop to the ground. "There I'm now unarmed but would you mind letting me finish digging this hole and putting this poor soul to rest if you’re going to kill me that is as a last request?"
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