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The Ariadelle Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:23 pm
King's LandingKing's Landing is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. It is located on the east coast of Westeros, overlooking Blackwater Bay. It is the site of the Iron Throne and the Red Keep, the seat of the King. The walled city is located on uplands just north of where the Blackwater Rush flows into Blackwater Bay. It enjoys a warm climate and life there is luxurious for those that can afford it. The city is overpopulated and dangerous at the best of times despite being policed by a City Watch. King's Landing was founded by King Aegon I Targaryen. He established a small wooden fort atop the hill - which was later named after him - where his ships first landed from Dragonstone, and used this as a base for his campaign to conquer the continent. Having achieved his goal, he established the new capital on the site of his original fort. The city expanded rapidly under his descendants. King's Landing has suffered occasional attacks during its existence, most notably during the civil war known as Robert's Rebellion, when Lord Tywin Lannister betrayed King Aerys II Targaryen and ordered his army to brutally sack the city before turning it over to Robert Baratheon as a sign of fealty. 
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 8:11 pm
(Edited: I transfered the post of Chester and Varys to the outside in order to keep things in place ^^) Devonic Tomb "Keep quiet, I don't want you waking up the girls." Chester hissed as he crouched low as if ducking arrows. The woman's voice was had raised during their usual activity. (woot woot~ ;D) He was so sick of them arguing it was like she was almost living there though it seemed she had a point.
"You barely even see your daughters anymore! Either you're out with the damned kingdom or you're here sleeping it all off I can't constantly be here watching your responsiblities! I still have my life!" the housekeeper almost shouted, her voice being heard very clearly throughout the house. Chester's hand raced forward covering her mouth and consequently slamming her back against a wall making the hollow lowerhalf of the home slightly shake though the woman wasn't hurt.
"Listen Cheryl, I'm doing my best but you are not helping things-…” Chester closed his eyes and breathed out taking a step away from the pin down housekeeper. “I apologize. I should have never snapped like that. I know you don’t want to feel like you live here, but please Cheryl I can’t be away from duty and you are all they have. Do this for me?” His eyes were much kinder as he looked almost like a begging puppy.
Cheryl, still aggravated sighed, response, it was the familiar sound of defeat. “Fine… just come back in one piece.” She rolled her eyes and got her back off the wall with a frown. “What should I tell the kids this time? You know you promised Stacy you’d play with her, and Lexis has another training session with you in the morning…” Cheryl’s eyes grew sad as she went on, but Chester stopped her as he knew all the things he had promised.
“They’ll understand.. I’ll be back by the end of the week. Be sure to tend to stock and the blades are in the usual place, keep one on you at all times.” He warned as always as he grabbed his helm that was set onto the table by the door and made his way out of his home. The sun was just rising and he had to report to the king, he knew better than to make him wait quickly he went to the stables where he had a steed he had usually bought, so much so that when Chester approached the steed, it had gained energy just as hold friends would. Chester smiled as the horse neighed from his arrival, “Good to see you too Fredrick.” He nodded at him as he approached the stable.
“Ah ser, the usual stallion today?” a 16 year old boy asked as he dried his hands off from who tending to the other livestock. His name was never learned yet they approached each other as if they knew one another from long ago.
“Yes Fredrick and I have some business to attend to.” He said digging in his pocket to pull out a pouch of silver. “There you are, keep the change and say hello to your father for me” Chester called out as he equipped a bag of food, a pouch of water, one dagger on the hip of the horse and a saddle. One Fredrick was set, Chester climbed aboard and rode off to the castle with a frown, he hated arriving to the castle but things were bound to turn up some time. Varys The Spider The Spider's Web of Words Just like any other day in King's Landing, the streets below the Red Keep were a tragedy in a play that should be scribed. The castle of the King of Andals gave off a facade of calm and bravery. The Keep was just like any street alley one could find. Old and dirty. Filled with secrets and deceit that merely gave the look of loyalty and respect. A place where secrets were conjured and received. A place where webs of words were designed. A place where spiders weave. It was not unusual to find sell-swords or hedge-knights traveling along the roads to and from The Red Keep. The hopes to become one of the largest armies in all of the seven kingdoms or to try their best to become a Gold Cloak. This sell-sword, of course, was no different. A young man, look no older than the start of the Long Summer, lean and stringy brown-hair and it seemed like he could barely lift the sword that was sheathed on his left side. Looking around in a frantic notion, he teetered towards the man who was heading towards the stables. "Sir!" There was a bit of a pant in his voice; possibly from running or possibly from the over-weight armor he had on. "Sir, please! I--I think I found a Northlander. Someone in allegiance to the Starks. He won't talk even with my sword at his throat. I need some assistance to get words out of him. Please?" The young man tried his best to have a brave face on, but it was easy to tell for someone so young; he was still afraid to do all of this for a living. Όѳʗ: Bah. Sorry for the terribly short First Posting. There is a reason to this, I swear.Devonic Tomb Chester found it curious that a man such as this had captured such a highclass man, figuring if the golden cloak sell-sword had the technique to capture an alliance Northlander but not make him speak, then there had to be something off. It was that or his paranoia was going off again. Then there was a sudden tug at him in his side, egging him on, telling him if this were true then His position would be that much closer to set. He would drag the captured Northlander through the streets as proof that he himself had caught him so his surperior could have no right to claim his prize and even impress the king. Chester's ambition would quickly take over his actions still he was no fool. He would go in fully suspecting blood to be drawn onto his blades if he had to, Lannisters had many enemies and killing Commanders is just one way to weaken the family from loss of possible guards. "Very well, Ser, show me the way if you will and I shall make him howl." Chester knew not the questions he was to ask nor either the prisoner or the mysterious man, he had full intention on finding out soon though.
Chester dismounted his steed and tied him up to the stable to make sure he was not capable of dashing away, he would hate to pay the heafty fine inside the red keep. The golden haired man looked at the stable boy in a scowl as if warning that if any of his stuff got taken by a beggar the boy would pay with his own hands. The man entrusted his belongings at the stable as he took his leave with the stranger, slowly his eyes checking every detail of the man. "And.. how did you capture this man? So quietly also.. surely he didn't go without a quarrel." Varys The Spider The Spider's Web of Words Sweat dripped from his wavering face. "That's the thing Ser, I found him already tied." The young man looked at the ground, feeling ashamed that he himself did not have the honor of such a deed, it could perhaps have earned him some small pull to gain a gold cloak himself one day. Realizing he was only stalling the Knight to the very task he asked his aid for, he looked up. "This way," he half croaked, half sputtered, turning towards the alley he had just came in from. Following a few turns through narrow streets, now empty from being distant to the now main roads, he turned looked around a wall and into the thin dark alleyway. To the untrained eye, it would surely be hard for someone to pick up a dark-clad Northerner sitting against a wall, though not impossible. "There," he whispered shakily with an outstretched digit.
Further into the darkness, a shimmer of the sliver of sun glinted towards their direction as if their target had heard the low spoken words. Just as quickly as it came, the flicker receded back to it's shadow. The brown haired man, stepped back a few steps. "I will leave the two of you to do what you will." Narrowing his eyes, he looked into the alley with a bit more gusto than he had shown only a moment ago, "You heard me, I'm done trying to be courteous,Ser Stark or whatever banner you may hold for him. I told you I'd find a guard if you wouldn't talk and here a guard stands. Do have fun wherever they send you to, be it a cell, the wall, or a spike," he howled at the shadow before he began walking further down the wider lane they still stood within, turning to the left quite some distance down.
A silence fell upon them for what seemed to be some time before the dark clad man spoke softly towards the guard. "It's about time that fool left." Though his words were hushed, his voice carried fairly clearly through the distance. "Come closer so I may see the face of the coward who will drag me away," the man taunted from beneath his helm, shifting with his bonds so he could look upon the golden-haired guard. A thick layer of dirt caked various parts of his face, giving away that he had been laying low for some time now. His eyes were dark and heavyset within his face, leaving him looking a bit mysterious and wild. He waited for the guard to walk a bit closer before asking him, "Is it now a crime to walk in this city, or has everyone decided to take rope to any man these days?" He turned away from the guard and towards the other end of the alley, waiting for the well dressed royal guard to speak up.
Όѳʗ: >.> [/quote Chester narrowed his eyes at the fleeing boy, such a lad could never hold the mettle to scare, intimidate, or even honor this man. And because of that the prisoner now had seemed confident for the upper hand. Even enough to call Chester himself a coward. It was hard for the golden haired guard to hold back his laughter but he did so with a sharp bite of his tongue. He could not lose composure so quickly. The man stepped forward, no weapons drawn for he had confidence that this depressed man wouldn't strike just so soon. Most enemies would get a feel for what they were up against.
Chester allowed the sun to shine on his face revealing his gentle futures, along with one long scar on his cheek. Recent and not deep, but still a scar, it wouldn't stay forever to his luck. His blue eyes looked down at the shadow covered figure with a scowl on his face. "Can you move?" Chester asked, his hands at his sides as his eyes narrowed down. He had to make sure what the prisoner's reach was first before he got any closer. Όѳʗ: What? <_<Varys The Spider The Spider's Web of Words Hearing the knight speak to him, the dark clad man turned and uplifted his head to meet the piercing blue eyes with his own dark brown. The light overheard slashed at the man's face just as a sword would, making his scar seem even more intriguing. The helmed man still seated tilted his head to mimic the scar. "Yes, I think I can move, though the men who ambushed me stripped me of my sword." Glancing to blades along his arms, he found himself even further curious. "You don't see blades like that up North. Let alone most of Westeros. Only place you could get that is Dorne, Essos maybe, or have them custom made." His heavy lids looked the soldier over from head to toe, "and if you truly came up with such a unique set of blades, you sure have some strange ideas. Lannister is it? Do I see a lion upon your chest?" Nodding towards the engraved roaring lion on his breastplate. Lifting his eyes to meet his again he stared for a moment trying to gauge how to go about all of this.
Slowly and surely he lifted himself off the wall a bit, rising to his knees with some awkward jostling movements. He knew what the Lannisters thought of Northman, and despite all of this, he did not run, but merely stared at the guard, waiting to see how he would react. "Well, Ser Lannister, what now?" His hands behind his back lied against his back lightly as he anticipated
the outcome that would come from this new face. The face of a man fresh from the fields, strong and sure and swift, but did not know who played true puppetmaster within this city. Oh the things this fresh face could learn, he pondered as he held the gaze of the blonde maned man before him.
Όѳʗ: I apologize for it's shortness, but what it lacks in length I hope it makes up for in content and intrigue Devonic Tomb The man was tough no doubt that. The northman had either no strength to run or fight, or he just did not fear his fate, though he was sure he had regret the decision to make his destination here. Chester had the patients to let the man waste his breath obviously observing those he was hunted by as any smart man should, but the man was trying too talkative for a prisoner. He enjoyed conversation but if anyone had seen Chester making a friend he would come into question, not only that but if he took the man in too soon he would be relieved from his posesstion, no doubt put to the test by others which he was asked to do by the kind man that had shown him the way to his... meal ticket. He ignored the questions about his blade they were made by quite the blacksmith in near the ironthrone keep and he had always cherrished their craftsmanship, it was damn rare and he had planned to treasure them as if they were extended family.
"I am not here for a conversation sadly enough. I am here to find out why you are here.." Chester's eyes looked down at the man seeing his wrists bound daring the Lannister to approach more and remove the helm from the man to get a good look at his face. "Who jumped a man such as you and how did they bring you to your knees." Chester was about to question where the men were now for so far he only saw one so far but from what the Northman stated and the man that led him there, there was more than one of them. But again it may have just been Chester's paranoia kicking in once more. Even still it made the Lannister's left hand twitch ever so slightly ready for any kind of movement around him to be the wrong type. He was not planning on getting taken down along with the Northernman.Όѳʗ: Oh no worries about length, I mean I know what you mean especially when I look at Special Monster's post I'm just like.. *w* lol but just do what you can, I understand. Varys The Spider The Spider's Web of Words The captured knight let out a small chuckle of relief, believing at certain his head would have been sliced clean off if it was any other guard. No. This was the guard he was meant to speak to about. ”Pride,” he murmured, ”the greatest possession and the worst armor any man in Westeros could have. Something all knights; be it of Wolf, Stag, or Lion, should become strong with it and fear it.” The northernman stared curiously at the guard’s eyes and yet behind his own was something far different than fear. More like—pleasure. Not the kind of pleasure some sell-sword would have at a brothel. No, more like the pleasure of being here, in this very spot. The possibility of going mad could not be thrown off the papers, but there was also something odd about this captured knight.
Another shift of his legs, showing no initial sign of an ambushed attack or any attack for that matter. It was peculiar to find a captured knight possibly this compliant. ”Now. As for your initial question. I know why I am here. The real question is, do you? Many guards join to lay loyal down in front of the crown. It may be the right House, but is it the right king?” It could be easily told the captured knight was never one for straight-forwardness, but it was also something he of recent had gone through and the look on his solemn face showed a hint of it. Όѳʗ: -- Devonic Tomb Chester listened very closely his patience maintaining as the captured northernman danced around his questions. Chester gazing through the man's helm to examine his glare through the sight, he needed to remove that helm of his to read his expression clearly, it was a good thing the prisoner had not answered his questions for he would have had no idea on whether it was true or not. Once the Lannister had heard the word of 'king' exit from the prisoner's lips in the wrong form, the form that if any loyal dog had heard them it would be dealt with severly, but for Chester it gave him a reason to act and get in close. "King Joffery is the rightful heir!" Chester made his voice boom as his left hand unsheath his blade and sweep it low towards the prisoner, not to behead him, oh no he still needed information out of him but to recheck his place. As Chester swung his sword to touch the man's neck he stepped in close so they needn't speak so loudly incase any listened in close.
Chester looked around for any peering eyes, he saw none and then he looked back down at the man with a more stern 'what the hell are you thinking' look' No man speaks out against the king without a deathwish. "I'm removeing your helm.." Chester spoke softly, "..then you are going to tell me what you know"Ooc: I couldn't go any further without your post for the okay on the advance >.< Varys The Spider The Spider's Web of Words Istinctively swallowing against the grain of the blade, his eyes never left the soldier. "No, where do you think you are?" he said in a hushed voice, finally letting off the hint of a darker tone to his voice. With the most subtle movements he could produce from his kneeling state, he gently slipped his head back a smidge, barely noticeable to the naked eye. "As for why I believe I hold a higher standard, it is because I do, regardless of how much you know, dear knight. You may too hold the same air, that is, once you realize what game you are playing." With that, he slipped his rope-bound hands upward, twisting as they neared the neck. Nearly cutting his hand in the maneuver, he rose to face the man before him.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I do believe I am running late. Learn this city and then you may find me once again. Until then, dwell on our brief meeting of the minds." he huffed, rubbing his forearms where they had just been bound. Locking eyes with the golden-haired man, he nodded, "Goodbye, Lannister. Oh, and I suggest you do not put up a fight. " With that the click of many crossbows chimed above them and the Northerner donned the beginnings of a smile before ducking around Chester, in a sprint, and rounding the corner. It was obviously too soon for the man to truly grasp the city, and Varys knew that now. He would watch and wait for the knight to open his eyes...or leave them sealed, as many of his house did. Either way, there were more Lannister knights than he could count within this cities walls, he would eventually find one who was not completely ignorant to those he pledged fealty.
Όѳʗ: The chase is on! Hopefully not...there are probably quite a few crossbowmen on the rooftops.... I'm not going to lie, this was just an exit post.
Chester made sure to catch his breath first taking note of the crossbow men wondering how they got into the city undetected and even more so who smuggled them in. He was sure he needed to report this to the king, but first he needed to make it out of the ally. A sudden jolt to the left side was his first move before he pivoted his body to rush down the alley hearing the archer’s release their steel arrows and the arrows hitting just after his heels as he dived forward to smash through a wooden window, rolling to soften the landing but consequently landing on a wooden table with a groan. Chester closed his eyes tight to try and regain composure as he heard gasps around him. He opened his eyes quickly to see that there were people around no doubt enjoying their supper before the strange guard hansom guard interrupted. “M-my apologies!” Chester said as he struggled to lean forward and get to his feet, his armor weighing him down as he stumbled to a sturdy footing and rushed this way to find an exit out the building.
Chester gripped the hilt of his blades as he burst through the door expecting trouble on the other side but meeting none still he couldn’t stop to talk and get help from other guards. He was sure to be silence before he could speak a word to others. He had to run down the stairs and into the street making his way toward the Castle. He’d have to regain his steed afterwards, first he spreads the word, and then he finds the man who led him to the prisoner. Someone was going to pay.
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