Widowmaker
First Post
The year is 194. King Daeron II has ruled for ten years. Trouble is brewing, there is talk of King Daeron not being the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Some say Prince Daemon Blackfyre is the rightful ruler, others say Daeron is King. No one knows for sure but one thing is for certain, Winter is Coming!!
As Karrwin rides south on his horse the echoes of his father’s voice ring in his head. Suddenly Karrwin is back in Winterfell. Sitting before Karrwin are his father Lord Edward Stark and his older half-brother Ser Artos Stark. Standing over a map of the Seven Kingdoms is Maester Garth. Slowly Edward looks up from the map, donning a serious face.
“Maester Garth has stated your studies are near complete.” Edward states as he looks you square in the eyes “I know you have little love of the Wall and you see little for yourself in Winterfell. Troubles are brewing in south. I cannot go south, I am Warden of the North. And your brother is needed here to help with the defense of the North.”
With some hesitation and a long glance towards Maester Garth, Lord Edward continues. “I need you to travel south and represent House Stark. You are emissary of the North. You have my full authority to make decisions for House Stark. Artos and I have discussed this at length.” As his name is mentioned your brother looks at you with one of his looks of protest, as if he has lost another argument with father.
Edward continues “I need you to figure what is going on in the south. There is speak of the King and his half-brother fighting over the throne. While swords have not been crossed yet, I see lines being drawn. My concern is for the safety of the North and our duty to protect our people.”
“As I said before figure out what is happening. Before you make any major decisions try to consult me, send ravens. But if a decision must be made use your best judgment, I trust you” your father states.
He points to the map laid out on the table in front of you, tracing a route with his finger. “You will travel to White Harbor, from there I have arraigned for a ship to take you to King’s Landing.” Both he and your brother look at you as King’s Landing is mentioned. “From King’s Landing you will travel to Bitterbridge via the Roseroad. You must make it there in little over a month. Lord Thommas Fossoway and Lord Harmon Caswell are holding the “Grand Tournament” this year. Many of the Great Houses will be in attendance. It is time House Stark joined in the Tournament.”
“You will not be going alone. I have spoken with Maester Garth, Septon Altain, and Eon. They all feel you are a capable leader. Therefore I am sending you with quite a host. Good luck to you my son. Remember trust only those you are sure of.” A day later you left Winterfell.
The jolting of your horse wakes you from your trance. You are over just an hour away from Bitterbridge. As you look back over the train you see a few familiar faces. Riding next to you is your close friend, Brandon Manderly. Marcus Hornwood had to stay at Winterfell. Your father sent Eon Umber as your advisor. A host of guards has also been sent, most of the men you recognize. One person you have got to know since you left Winterfell is Maester Jeremiah, a Maester sent to assist Maester Garth. Although Maester Garth says he needs no help. Jeremiah is about the same age as you and comes from House Hightower.
As you finally make it to Bitterbridge, your journey seems almost over, you are informed that you must travel another hour south. Between Bitterbridge and Cider Hill a large tournament ground has been set up. After another hour on the horse and a nearly noon you finally make it to the area. As you approach you can see a small city of pavalian tents being raised. You see the camp is busy - there must be nearly 5,000 people here alone. You are directed to an area.
As your men start to set up your tent in area. You see nearby other tents are being moved and shifted to make room for yours. As you look around you can see you are near the tournament grounds themselves. You see the banners of many houses. Amongst those you easily recognize are the Targaryen Pavalian a bit distant but alone, the Tyrell green is at the head, the Baratheon gold nearby, and many more.
For a short period your wonder getting familiar with the surroundings, the general rumor and talk is how the Starks have come to a tournament. You seem to be the talk as of now. You makre your return to your tent, it is nearly complete and set up, things are being put in place.
Brandon Manderly, Eon Umber, and Maester Jeremiah catch up with you in what would be the reception area of your pavalian tent. Brandon speaks first "They are calling you Lord Stark. It seems strange considering your father is not here and he's not dead."
Maester Jeremiah "It's not so much as a insult, as a honor. They don't know what to call you. You are not "the Lord Stark", but you are also not a knight so they don't want to call you Ser. In the south almost all men are knights or lords. They are calling you "Lord Stark" as an honor."
Eon just grumbles and laughs at the Maester's words.
Brandon continues "There is talk of the tournament last five whole days!!! I would ask your permission to enter my name into tournament, your Lord." He says the last bit seriously.
Maester Jeremiah states "It may do well for you, my Lord to enter the tournament as well. I know the Starks are not tournament fighters, but your father sent you here to find out what is going. The only way to gain the trust of the southern lords is to act like them. They will always see you as an outsider. You must adapt to there ways."
Eon laughs again "For once I understand something that comes out a Maester's mouth. I would enter just to see what type of fighting men they are, but then again a tournament is not real battle. Its the closest thing you are going to get in the south. And as far as adapting to there ways - We are from the North, not the south! I am proud to call myself a Northman."
As Karrwin rides south on his horse the echoes of his father’s voice ring in his head. Suddenly Karrwin is back in Winterfell. Sitting before Karrwin are his father Lord Edward Stark and his older half-brother Ser Artos Stark. Standing over a map of the Seven Kingdoms is Maester Garth. Slowly Edward looks up from the map, donning a serious face.
“Maester Garth has stated your studies are near complete.” Edward states as he looks you square in the eyes “I know you have little love of the Wall and you see little for yourself in Winterfell. Troubles are brewing in south. I cannot go south, I am Warden of the North. And your brother is needed here to help with the defense of the North.”
With some hesitation and a long glance towards Maester Garth, Lord Edward continues. “I need you to travel south and represent House Stark. You are emissary of the North. You have my full authority to make decisions for House Stark. Artos and I have discussed this at length.” As his name is mentioned your brother looks at you with one of his looks of protest, as if he has lost another argument with father.
Edward continues “I need you to figure what is going on in the south. There is speak of the King and his half-brother fighting over the throne. While swords have not been crossed yet, I see lines being drawn. My concern is for the safety of the North and our duty to protect our people.”
“As I said before figure out what is happening. Before you make any major decisions try to consult me, send ravens. But if a decision must be made use your best judgment, I trust you” your father states.
He points to the map laid out on the table in front of you, tracing a route with his finger. “You will travel to White Harbor, from there I have arraigned for a ship to take you to King’s Landing.” Both he and your brother look at you as King’s Landing is mentioned. “From King’s Landing you will travel to Bitterbridge via the Roseroad. You must make it there in little over a month. Lord Thommas Fossoway and Lord Harmon Caswell are holding the “Grand Tournament” this year. Many of the Great Houses will be in attendance. It is time House Stark joined in the Tournament.”
“You will not be going alone. I have spoken with Maester Garth, Septon Altain, and Eon. They all feel you are a capable leader. Therefore I am sending you with quite a host. Good luck to you my son. Remember trust only those you are sure of.” A day later you left Winterfell.
The jolting of your horse wakes you from your trance. You are over just an hour away from Bitterbridge. As you look back over the train you see a few familiar faces. Riding next to you is your close friend, Brandon Manderly. Marcus Hornwood had to stay at Winterfell. Your father sent Eon Umber as your advisor. A host of guards has also been sent, most of the men you recognize. One person you have got to know since you left Winterfell is Maester Jeremiah, a Maester sent to assist Maester Garth. Although Maester Garth says he needs no help. Jeremiah is about the same age as you and comes from House Hightower.
As you finally make it to Bitterbridge, your journey seems almost over, you are informed that you must travel another hour south. Between Bitterbridge and Cider Hill a large tournament ground has been set up. After another hour on the horse and a nearly noon you finally make it to the area. As you approach you can see a small city of pavalian tents being raised. You see the camp is busy - there must be nearly 5,000 people here alone. You are directed to an area.
As your men start to set up your tent in area. You see nearby other tents are being moved and shifted to make room for yours. As you look around you can see you are near the tournament grounds themselves. You see the banners of many houses. Amongst those you easily recognize are the Targaryen Pavalian a bit distant but alone, the Tyrell green is at the head, the Baratheon gold nearby, and many more.
For a short period your wonder getting familiar with the surroundings, the general rumor and talk is how the Starks have come to a tournament. You seem to be the talk as of now. You makre your return to your tent, it is nearly complete and set up, things are being put in place.
Brandon Manderly, Eon Umber, and Maester Jeremiah catch up with you in what would be the reception area of your pavalian tent. Brandon speaks first "They are calling you Lord Stark. It seems strange considering your father is not here and he's not dead."
Maester Jeremiah "It's not so much as a insult, as a honor. They don't know what to call you. You are not "the Lord Stark", but you are also not a knight so they don't want to call you Ser. In the south almost all men are knights or lords. They are calling you "Lord Stark" as an honor."
Eon just grumbles and laughs at the Maester's words.
Brandon continues "There is talk of the tournament last five whole days!!! I would ask your permission to enter my name into tournament, your Lord." He says the last bit seriously.
Maester Jeremiah states "It may do well for you, my Lord to enter the tournament as well. I know the Starks are not tournament fighters, but your father sent you here to find out what is going. The only way to gain the trust of the southern lords is to act like them. They will always see you as an outsider. You must adapt to there ways."
Eon laughs again "For once I understand something that comes out a Maester's mouth. I would enter just to see what type of fighting men they are, but then again a tournament is not real battle. Its the closest thing you are going to get in the south. And as far as adapting to there ways - We are from the North, not the south! I am proud to call myself a Northman."
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