Game of Thrones:Against the Band of Nine PART II
Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 3:51 am
Keep of Stonehelm and 'tent-city' in its environs; The Stormlands, Westeros; third week of the second month of the year 259 AL
The first day of the tournament had opened to a beautiful sunny day with scattered white clouds and a light breeze. The various members of the Valmont party each looked forward to/were nervous about various events and each was largely in their own world as they prepared for them….
For master of the hunt Darryn Drinkwater; it was a day spent largely as a spectator as the archery competition wasn't until the following day; so he first attended the joust between Gannis and Ser Bryick Hasty. Young Hasty was all of nineteen; with barely any facial hair to speak of and looking like a man not done growing quite yet. Still, though was rather gangly and awkward looking; there was no question he seemed to ride a horse and wield a lance like a seasoned pro. The talented archer thought that this would make for quite a decent competition….
Ser Gannis prepared for the joust in his usual fashion; eagerly awaiting the moment when he could spur his horse forward and level his lance at his opponent. He mentally ran down what he knew of Bryick Hasty; which wasn't much. He was a second son of House Hasty; he had been to a couple of tournaments that Gannis knew about and while he hadn't won them; neither had he embarrassed himself. Gannis saluted his opponent as they stood facing one another across the tilt-yard and was pleased to see the young Knight do the same in return. The starting flag dropped and both men spurred their steeds and began to rush at each other at high speed; lowering their lances and aiming their lances in an attempt to unhorse their opponent…
On a different field; a very wide field with a hastily erected four foot high fence enclosing it; Asher Valmont and his Dothraki companion Voqarro stood ready with their wooden weapons; eyeing the fourteen other teams of two men each; and awaiting the signal to being the grand melee. With a shout and the ringing of a bell; the melee began and the two men advanced towards the center of the field, instinctively moving back to back to protect each other and both grinning as a team advanced towards them; four men in total; two towards each….
Eduard and Keyth momentarily put aside their awkward, love-hate relationship and attempted to figure out how and why exactly both of their parties had been brought here and both agreed that it MUST have something to do with the Master of Whisperers 'Lord' Layton Longshot; his summoning of them both to a meeting that night pretty much ensured he played some part in all of this. They discussed what they knew of the man; which consisted of the following:
-He was 74 years old but rumored to still stand tall and strong and certainly possessing all of his faculties
-He had been 11 years old when he accompianed his elder brother to serve as an arrow-bearer at the Battle of the Redgrass Field in the First Blackfyre Rebellion. His brother had died that day protecting Lord Brynden Rivers; and in return Lord Bloodraven had made him one of his 'Raven's Teeth' to take the place of his fallen kin.
-He became a legendary archer, like Bloodraven and the rest of the Ravens Teeth; earning the name 'Longshot' during the Third Blackfyre Rebellion when he killed a member of the Golden Company with an arrow between the eyes at over 200 yards
-When Brynden Rivers was exiled to the Wall in 233; virtually to a man the surviving Ravens Teeth members joined him in his exile; with the notable exception of Layton Longshot. Five years later, he was the Master of Whisperers to King Aegon V.
-He was known to be an advocate of swiftly dealing with the so called 'Band of Nine'; one of the members being a Blackfyre pretender; this is not particularly surprising.
Both Father and son strongly suspect the fact that Keyth had been living in a city recently taken over by the forces of the Band of the Nine was a compelling reason for Layton's summons….
The first day of the tournament had opened to a beautiful sunny day with scattered white clouds and a light breeze. The various members of the Valmont party each looked forward to/were nervous about various events and each was largely in their own world as they prepared for them….
For master of the hunt Darryn Drinkwater; it was a day spent largely as a spectator as the archery competition wasn't until the following day; so he first attended the joust between Gannis and Ser Bryick Hasty. Young Hasty was all of nineteen; with barely any facial hair to speak of and looking like a man not done growing quite yet. Still, though was rather gangly and awkward looking; there was no question he seemed to ride a horse and wield a lance like a seasoned pro. The talented archer thought that this would make for quite a decent competition….
Ser Gannis prepared for the joust in his usual fashion; eagerly awaiting the moment when he could spur his horse forward and level his lance at his opponent. He mentally ran down what he knew of Bryick Hasty; which wasn't much. He was a second son of House Hasty; he had been to a couple of tournaments that Gannis knew about and while he hadn't won them; neither had he embarrassed himself. Gannis saluted his opponent as they stood facing one another across the tilt-yard and was pleased to see the young Knight do the same in return. The starting flag dropped and both men spurred their steeds and began to rush at each other at high speed; lowering their lances and aiming their lances in an attempt to unhorse their opponent…
On a different field; a very wide field with a hastily erected four foot high fence enclosing it; Asher Valmont and his Dothraki companion Voqarro stood ready with their wooden weapons; eyeing the fourteen other teams of two men each; and awaiting the signal to being the grand melee. With a shout and the ringing of a bell; the melee began and the two men advanced towards the center of the field, instinctively moving back to back to protect each other and both grinning as a team advanced towards them; four men in total; two towards each….
Eduard and Keyth momentarily put aside their awkward, love-hate relationship and attempted to figure out how and why exactly both of their parties had been brought here and both agreed that it MUST have something to do with the Master of Whisperers 'Lord' Layton Longshot; his summoning of them both to a meeting that night pretty much ensured he played some part in all of this. They discussed what they knew of the man; which consisted of the following:
-He was 74 years old but rumored to still stand tall and strong and certainly possessing all of his faculties
-He had been 11 years old when he accompianed his elder brother to serve as an arrow-bearer at the Battle of the Redgrass Field in the First Blackfyre Rebellion. His brother had died that day protecting Lord Brynden Rivers; and in return Lord Bloodraven had made him one of his 'Raven's Teeth' to take the place of his fallen kin.
-He became a legendary archer, like Bloodraven and the rest of the Ravens Teeth; earning the name 'Longshot' during the Third Blackfyre Rebellion when he killed a member of the Golden Company with an arrow between the eyes at over 200 yards
-When Brynden Rivers was exiled to the Wall in 233; virtually to a man the surviving Ravens Teeth members joined him in his exile; with the notable exception of Layton Longshot. Five years later, he was the Master of Whisperers to King Aegon V.
-He was known to be an advocate of swiftly dealing with the so called 'Band of Nine'; one of the members being a Blackfyre pretender; this is not particularly surprising.
Both Father and son strongly suspect the fact that Keyth had been living in a city recently taken over by the forces of the Band of the Nine was a compelling reason for Layton's summons….