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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 19, 2020 11:04:09 GMT -5
Rickon already sat, having great unease with his many wounds and his strength still down. Yet the great bear of the North couldn't resist to make an appearance, no matter the pain, trauma or fatigue.
"Osgrey" he said, power in his voice was something he had no doubt. No matter the circumstances. "I thank you for saving my life. A debt I shall remember." he assured him.
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 19, 2020 17:36:00 GMT -5
”I am not yet sure if you Northmen are brave or stupid.” Grinned Osgrey, who had last seen Umber borne away on horseback with a dozen wounds that would have killed lesser men. Somehow, the giant had made it back to the Wall, where their newly returned Maester saw to his wounds. ”I decided I like you better fighting with us rather than against us. The White Walkers missed out on a good soldier that day.”
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Aug 19, 2020 18:04:45 GMT -5
Randyll Tarly stood, time on The Wall having stretched the already lean warrior's skin even tighter over his wiry frame. His cheeks had hollowed under the untrimmed beard, and for once he was truly beginning to feel the years that weighed upon him. Though he stood as straight as ever, he would rather have leaned his weight against one of the tables lining the room. He was becoming rather more used to losing than he would have preferred, though perhaps the failure of their mission in the face of hordes of risen dead was more forgivable than a loss at the hands of Stannis Baratheon. He waited quietly, his face a painted mask of tension and deep-seated anger.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 20, 2020 12:12:51 GMT -5
”I am not yet sure if you Northmen are brave or stupid.” Grinned Osgrey, who had last seen Umber borne away on horseback with a dozen wounds that would have killed lesser men. Somehow, the giant had made it back to the Wall, where their newly returned Maester saw to his wounds. ”I decided I like you better fighting with us rather than against us. The White Walkers missed out on a good soldier that day.”
Rickon laughed when he heard Osgrey's first sentence but was quickly rebuffed by sharp pains, taking the edge of his laugh. As he heard Osgrey speak of the White Walkers Umber lost himself in thought, thinking about the fight. Thinking about the pain he feels in every fiber of his body and remember the feeling of the shattered ice, cutting into his face as he slew the White Walker. Meanwhile it was noticeable that Umber had departed the room deeply enveloped in thoughts. After some time that must have felt awkward to Osgrey Rickon said "It was my honor to fight beside you and my continued honor to keep fighting beside you, to guard the realm of men" and guard it he would, this bear of the North.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Aug 21, 2020 22:02:14 GMT -5
The newly minted Maester Samwell, Tarly no more in name, wasted no time in seeking out Lord Commander Jon Snow when he could. The young man's still-tremendous girth may have prevented him from literally running to hail his friend and boss, no matter how much he wanted to; but still, he made his strides with purpose and after measuring just enough speed to be timely, while also keeping him from presenting himself as a sweaty mess before Jon.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 22, 2020 6:08:32 GMT -5
The newly minted Maester Samwell, Tarly no more in name, wasted no time in seeking out Lord Commander Jon Snow when he could. The young man's still-tremendous girth may have prevented him from literally running to hail his friend and boss, no matter how much he wanted to; but still, he made his strides with purpose and after measuring just enough speed to be timely, while also keeping him from presenting himself as a sweaty mess before Jon. Ghost saw Sam before his master did and he licked the maester's hand with a raspy tongue. Then, Tarly found himself tightly embraced by Jon, who no longer wore the black, but a surcoat with the wolven heraldry of his house.
"Oh Sam! You found me in the Wall by mere chance. I was going back to Winterfell in a few days"
He added. Then stepped back. "Look at you. A maester of the citadel. And in a matter of few years. Stunning. I was worried when I heard new about Greyjoy harassing the south"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 23, 2020 12:42:38 GMT -5
”We must choose a new Lord Commander and prepare the Wall for the War to Come. There is much to be done.” Announced Osgrey, after the assembled commanders had fallen into a stern silence. Their fate hung in the balance, and they must make ready for the end of all things. ”I would put forward Lord Tarly to be our new commander. In times of such strife, we cannot afford to delay over the decision.”
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Post by oznerol on Aug 23, 2020 13:18:43 GMT -5
”We must choose a new Lord Commander and prepare the Wall for the War to Come. There is much to be done.” Announced Osgrey, after the assembled commanders had fallen into a stern silence. Their fate hung in the balance, and they must make ready for the end of all things. ”I would put forward Lord Tarly to be our new commander. In times of such strife, we cannot afford to delay over the decision.”
Said Jon, sword in the scabbard, hands on the tabble. "Tarly is a brave and capable man. He has experience leading men. I can't think of a better choice, save for my former brother Mallister, but we need someone younger, stronger. I have to return to Winterfell in the earnest, I trust I will keep the Wall in good trusty hands"
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 23, 2020 15:31:24 GMT -5
Rickon stood leaning against a wall, a few more days had been good for the bear's wounds. He listened as Osgrey held a motivated speech in favor of Tarly and he listened as Jon Stark said his words.
"Aye." Rickon said through the chitchat from the back of the room. "A strong military man should command the watch and that man should be Randall Tarly." Rickon said in support, surely his newly found gravitas would work, somehow.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Aug 23, 2020 23:06:12 GMT -5
Ghost saw Sam before his master did and he licked the maester's hand with a raspy tongue. Then, Tarly found himself tightly embraced by Jon, who no longer wore the black, but a surcoat with the wolven heraldry of his house.
"Oh Sam! You found me in the Wall by mere chance. I was going back to Winterfell in a few days"
He added. Then stepped back. "Look at you. A maester of the citadel. And in a matter of few years. Stunning. I was worried when I heard new about Greyjoy harassing the south"Sam chuckled at the sensation of the direwolf's tongue, and still beaming after he and Jon released one another from their friendly embrace. "I'm just as surprised as you are, Jon. The older Maesters told me that I broke a record. I didn't even think I had it in me, and yet, here I am..." Two fat fingers played idly with the gleaming chain around his neck. A new record in attaining Maester-hood was something for the history books, but all things considered, it paled in comparison to killing an Other. "Again. I suppose in these dark times, we can - maybe even have to - surprise ourselves, time and again.""Oldtown was a frightful affair," Sam conceded. "Did you hear Euron Greyjoy summoned a kraken against the Reach? That part was no exaggeration. But, it didn't avail him and now he's dead, thanks to the strength and courage of the city's defenders and the ingenuity of the Citadel." That had been a heartening thing. If they could defeat the Crow's Eye, despite all his cruel cunning and his tricks, maybe the realms of men had a chance against the White Walkers too. "I'm still no fighter, but at least I can bring the latter to the aid of the Watch. If we could beat Euron with fire and steel in human hands, surely we can do the same to the dead, right?" He sounded more hopeful than convinced, as if he were still trying to persuade himself that that was the case as much as his friend. "I've got to say, though, that I've heard worrying things from the North, just as you have from the South." The maester gave a pointed look at the direwolf on Jon's surcoat, his expression now equal parts sad and uncertain, the joviality fast retreating from his lips and cheeks. "You're not wearing the black of the Night's Watch anymore, I see. And I know you to be too honorable to have left your vows the easy way." The way Dareon had, that gutless rat-bastard. If there was any justice in this world, he must be rotting at the bottom of a canal somewhere in Braavos right about now. "Which means...the rumors about what happened to you are true, aren't they?"
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Post by oznerol on Aug 25, 2020 7:06:45 GMT -5
Ghost saw Sam before his master did and he licked the maester's hand with a raspy tongue. Then, Tarly found himself tightly embraced by Jon, who no longer wore the black, but a surcoat with the wolven heraldry of his house.
"Oh Sam! You found me in the Wall by mere chance. I was going back to Winterfell in a few days"
He added. Then stepped back. "Look at you. A maester of the citadel. And in a matter of few years. Stunning. I was worried when I heard new about Greyjoy harassing the south"Sam chuckled at the sensation of the direwolf's tongue, and still beaming after he and Jon released one another from their friendly embrace. "I'm just as surprised as you are, Jon. The older Maesters told me that I broke a record. I didn't even think I had it in me, and yet, here I am..." Two fat fingers played idly with the gleaming chain around his neck. A new record in attaining Maester-hood was something for the history books, but all things considered, it paled in comparison to killing an Other. "Again. I suppose in these dark times, we can - maybe even have to - surprise ourselves, time and again.""Oldtown was a frightful affair," Sam conceded. "Did you hear Euron Greyjoy summoned a kraken against the Reach? That part was no exaggeration. But, it didn't avail him and now he's dead, thanks to the strength and courage of the city's defenders and the ingenuity of the Citadel." That had been a heartening thing. If they could defeat the Crow's Eye, despite all his cruel cunning and his tricks, maybe the realms of men had a chance against the White Walkers too. "I'm still no fighter, but at least I can bring the latter to the aid of the Watch. If we could beat Euron with fire and steel in human hands, surely we can do the same to the dead, right?" He sounded more hopeful than convinced, as if he were still trying to persuade himself that that was the case as much as his friend. "I've got to say, though, that I've heard worrying things from the North, just as you have from the South." The maester gave a pointed look at the direwolf on Jon's surcoat, his expression now equal parts sad and uncertain, the joviality fast retreating from his lips and cheeks. "You're not wearing the black of the Night's Watch anymore, I see. And I know you to be too honorable to have left your vows the easy way." The way Dareon had, that gutless rat-bastard. If there was any justice in this world, he must be rotting at the bottom of a canal somewhere in Braavos right about now. "Which means...the rumors about what happened to you are true, aren't they?" Said Jon, with a frown. "It's a miracle you survived the maelstrom then, gods be thanked. I was worried about you, dearly"He added. "You're invaluable. The Watch will need all the lore you brought, all the knowledge. All you could gathered about the Others and the living dead and how to end their threat"Hearing his friend talk about his own apparent death Jon's visage was crossed by a shadow. "I died yes. Stabbed through the heart. But I was brought back, by Lady Melisandre..."He openned his doublet and pulled his chemise to show Sam the pale scars crossing his chest. The one in the chest was large and vicious.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Aug 30, 2020 22:18:30 GMT -5
"Exactly what I was thinking. I almost didn't believe it myself, even when the beast raged in Oldtown's harbor. I'm just glad I wasn't aboard any ship then, or when Greyjoy fought the fleet of the Arbor." Sam had tried to play a part in the defense of the city, of course. But his part consisted of helping the Archmaesters with one of their wondrous secret weapons, which hardly saw any use at all when Garlan the Gallant smote the pirate king and routed his horde.
"Though as a child, I'd never heard any tales about the weapons the Citadel had been hiding," And here Sam leaned in and dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Great things of powder and flame. Almost magic, they were. But entirely made by man and mundane in nature, or so the Archmaesters insisted. We didn't get to use them to the fullest before Euron died and his army was chased back into the sea, but...well, if I can somehow get the Citadel to transport even a few of the things up here, they'd tip the scales in our favor. At least, I'm as sure as any Maester can be they will."
"I'll do everything I can to help, of course. Including that which I just told you about." He finished, leaning back.
When Jon revealed his fatal wound, Sam's eyes bulged with shock. No normal man could have survived that, much less come back from it. "But how? I've seen a lot of wondrous things in the Citadel, Jon. Not just weapons, but other odd machines and tools, salves and potions to treat every disease you've heard of and then some, tomes about things I didn't even know existed. But nothing that can cure death - every Maester and Archmaester I dared approach about the subject were very firm about that being a complete impossibility, that there was nothing under the Seven Heavens which could pull someone from the Stranger's grip so to speak." He admitted, putting a hand under his chin. His expression lost some of the shock, but was still one of utter bafflement. "Lady Melisandre would be a very enlightening, or confounding, subject for them to converse with, I'm certain."
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