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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2020 19:00:56 GMT -5
City Watch of King's Landing A number of stone buidings close to the walls. They have their own armory, a hall acting as refectory and where most events in the City Watch took place, and also warehouses, smithies and a jail to keep the wrongdoers behind bars: those who weren't foul enough as to be thrown into the Black Cells. All the gates in the city had a captain, the seven of them, and all asked to a commander, who more often than not was a political appointment. The gold cloaks aren't the most dutiful neither the less upright, but still they number in the thousands and are not to be messed with.
Lord Commander of the Goldcloaks: Ser Justin Massey Lord Captain of the Goldcloaks: VacantCaptain of the East Barracks: Emrick Silverhill Captain of the West Barracks: Hugh Shett Captain of the Central Barracks: destroyed by wildfireRanks of the City Watch - 4,500 men - 3,000 Light Infantry - 1,500 Archers
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Post by oznerol on Jun 16, 2020 19:04:00 GMT -5
This has been a shitty day.
Said Kettleback, somber, furrowed brow. Men at the Watch. knew better as to avoid the knight when he was in a foul mood, because things could get sour any moment now. He was endlessly frustrated, the watch had been his and his only for months, as a royal favorite. Now he had a pile of shit the size of Casterly Rock. Just one of the captains. Worthless. And now the fat worthless rose said no to his sensible proposal. He throws the bascinet on the table, scratching the thin varnish across the surface. Osfryd sits and crosses both legs over the table, arms crossed. And now that the situation was a mess, the Crone knew how screwed it was, he was no Lord Commander. Lord Commander Kettleback; he loved that, so much that he had strumpets call him that during heated intercourse. He would have it back. And he might know just how.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 21, 2020 23:17:15 GMT -5
After his conversation with Daven Lannister had ended, Lord Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill and Master of Laws, made his way to the barracks of the Gold Cloaks, looking for the Lord Commander, though any captain would do for a start.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 21, 2020 23:39:53 GMT -5
After his conversation with Daven Lannister had ended, Lord Randyll Tarly, Lord of Horn Hill and Master of Laws, made his way to the barracks of the Gold Cloaks, looking for the Lord Commander, though any captain would do for a start. The Lord Commander of the Goldcloaks, at the moment, was Ser Humfrey Waters. After the removal of Kettleback, due to the charges from the Faith, the Small Council named the Captain of the Dragon Gate as his successor. A bastard of the Crownlands, Ser Humfrey had a record with the Goldcloaks, but mostly through the recent line of Kings. That being Joffrey and Tommen. He wasn't a great Lord Commander, but the Small Council must have figured that a man from their ranks would do best to help ensure renewed vigor. However, the Goldcloaks remained at their lowest point. Only a core of them were capable, the rest were just rift raft from across the Seven Kingdoms. One of the Goldcloaks brought Lord Tarly to the office were Ser Waters was. As they approached the office, Waters was found gambling with some of his favored captains. The appearance of the nobleman, especially the Master of Laws, caused them to halt their game and depart the company of Humfrey. A man with thick red hair, a scratchy-looking shadow upon his chin and cheeks, and dark green eyes. He had a bit of a gut, but there was some muscle to his arms and legs. Ser Waters rose to Lord Tarly. Mi'lord! I had not expected a visitor. I would have gotten the City Watch into shape and given you quite the welcome!He turns and walks over to his desk, refilling his cup and pouring one for Randyll. He returns, handing the cup to Randyll. How may I be of assistance?
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 22, 2020 0:06:27 GMT -5
"Pay no mind, pay no mind. It's really more of an impromptu visit anyway. I just have a brief matter to discuss."
He took the wine, but remained standing.
"At this moment do you know how the payment of your men is handled? Does the Iron Throne continue to pay, or has it started to come directly from Lord Tyrell?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 0:13:10 GMT -5
An odd topic, one that tended to cause glances among his ranks. There was some disgruntled persons, among his ranks, given the supposed debt of the Iron Throne. Uncomfortably, Humfrey shifts within his chair that he had taken in a seat at behind his desk. Thank the Seven there was wine to drink of this would be a difficult conversation.
I am sorry, Lord Tarly, but... I do not know. My quartermaster told me we have promises from the Iron Throne and payments from Lord Tyrell.
Ser Waters never really looked the ledgers and usually let the quartermaster handle them.
Given that we still operate, I would suspect we have Reachmen gold.
The Lord Commander takes a sip from his cup after speaking.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 22, 2020 2:23:16 GMT -5
"That is what I feared. It seems that Lord Tyrell has been pushing to rise above his station, and I imagine he thought paying you out of the Reach's coffers would help him in that regard."
He shook his head solemnly. "Given this as well as the likely incestuous origins of both of the Lannister children, it is likely that there will be something of a... change in governance around here soon. You understand what I am saying? Mace Tyrell's funds will not be around much longer, so I doubt your men will have much interest in continuing to serve him."
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 2:35:34 GMT -5
Humfrey reaches up to rub his stubble.
Well... my lord, my quartermaster says we are getting funds, but I haven't seen a dragon and gotten a pile of complaints about payments.
The Lord Commander gestures to some parchment on his desk. It was a nuisance to deal with. However, despite Lord Tarly's word, Waters didn't seem too convinced.
Listen, the City Watch has been told that numerous times over. We suffered defections after Blackwater, we witnessed the change from Robert to Joffrey, from Joffrey to Tommen and yet we still haven't gotten our pay. I was given a promissory note, for Father's sake, that we would be paid when I became Lord Commander. Clearly, the men aren't happy with the pay or not getting paid at all... can be both.
And this is if my quartermaster is lying. Seven above, he better not be, thought Humfrey. He really didn't want to have to deal with that.
You say that a change in governance could change things and ensure we are paid, but words won't end the grumbling of my men.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 22, 2020 2:53:39 GMT -5
"Unfortunately I cannot even promise this will ensure the men are paid. But I can almost guarantee that the Reach's purse will no longer be to hand soon enough. I simply ask that the cloaks do not interfere, and maintain your tasks of watching over the city and trying to police its people. I assume it will not be too difficult to convince your men not to throw their lives away, particularly if they aren't getting paid enough as it is."
Tarly tucked his hands behind his back. "Perhaps when the Tyrells have been brought to heel, we will ensure that your salaries are part of the reparation they pay."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 22, 2020 3:05:26 GMT -5
"Unfortunately I cannot even promise this will ensure the men are paid. But I can almost guarantee that the Reach's purse will no longer be to hand soon enough. I simply ask that the cloaks do not interfere, and maintain your tasks of watching over the city and trying to police its people. I assume it will not be too difficult to convince your men not to throw their lives away, particularly if they aren't getting paid enough as it is."Tarly tucked his hands behind his back. "Perhaps when the Tyrells have been brought to heel, we will ensure that your salaries are part of the reparation they pay." When Tarly was leaving the office a man tall and dark of hair, with hooked nose approached, he wore a golcloak, but also good black steel and mail.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 22, 2020 3:07:37 GMT -5
"Ah, one of the captains I take it?" Tarly addressed this newcomer, his work within the barracks was largely completed at this point, but there was no reason he could not have another conversation if it might bear more fruit. Humfrey falls silent. Mace Tyrell was an extremely wealthy man and this indication of there being no chance of funds from that purse did disturb him. If he told the fellow City Watchmen that truth, it could cause quite the riot. Ser Waters exhales deeply, rubbing his face with his hands before the Lord Commander grabs the jug of wine and pours himself a fresh cup. You put me in a hard place, Lord Tarly.The Lord Commander drinks from the cup, heavily, before looking at Randyll. I can probably whip the boys into doing their police work. But it won't last long, Lord Tarly. They best get paid soon by someone or there will be a riot...That was all he could do. A temporary fix, but nothing permanent. He turned to take his leave of the office.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jun 22, 2020 3:07:46 GMT -5
"Unfortunately I cannot even promise this will ensure the men are paid. But I can almost guarantee that the Reach's purse will no longer be to hand soon enough. I simply ask that the cloaks do not interfere, and maintain your tasks of watching over the city and trying to police its people. I assume it will not be too difficult to convince your men not to throw their lives away, particularly if they aren't getting paid enough as it is."Tarly tucked his hands behind his back. "Perhaps when the Tyrells have been brought to heel, we will ensure that your salaries are part of the reparation they pay." Humfrey falls silent. Mace Tyrell was an extremely wealthy man and this indication of there being no chance of funds from that purse did disturb him. If he told the fellow City Watchmen that truth, it could cause quite the riot. Ser Waters exhales deeply, rubbing his face with his hands before the Lord Commander grabs the jug of wine and pours himself a fresh cup. You put me in a hard place, Lord Tarly.The Lord Commander drinks from the cup, heavily, before looking at Randyll. I can probably whip the boys into doing their police work. But it won't last long, Lord Tarly. They best get paid soon by someone or there will be a riot...That was all he could do. A temporary fix, but nothing permanent.
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Post by oznerol on Jun 22, 2020 3:15:54 GMT -5
"Ah, one of the captains I take it?" Tarly addressed this newcomer, his work within the barracks was largely completed at this point, but there was no reason he could not have another conversation if it might bear more fruit. Humfrey falls silent. Mace Tyrell was an extremely wealthy man and this indication of there being no chance of funds from that purse did disturb him. If he told the fellow City Watchmen that truth, it could cause quite the riot. Ser Waters exhales deeply, rubbing his face with his hands before the Lord Commander grabs the jug of wine and pours himself a fresh cup. You put me in a hard place, Lord Tarly.The Lord Commander drinks from the cup, heavily, before looking at Randyll. I can probably whip the boys into doing their police work. But it won't last long, Lord Tarly. They best get paid soon by someone or there will be a riot...That was all he could do. A temporary fix, but nothing permanent. He turned to take his leave of the office. Kettleback places hands on dagger and sword, resting. "I'm Ser Osfryd Kettleback, that twat you just talked to is sitting his arse on my office"
A cruel scowl on his face. "Probably he talked with platitudes, the moron: if the Goldcloaks is what you want, Tarly, hand them over back to me, ya' shall have them all without spending a dime"Osfryd spits to one side.
"That bastard robbed me of my rank, just because I fucked a queen. I want it back. If you give it back, I shall break bones until discipline is reinstated and put the boys in line"
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jun 22, 2020 14:53:39 GMT -5
Tarly was taken aback for a moment. This was clearly a man who was not afraid to do whatever was required to get what he wanted. "I can tell this is something that you value very highly, Ser Osfryd. It is true that Ser Humfrey seemed somewhat hesitant to agree to my demands. However, I do not have the power to strip a man of his title in the Goldcloaks. That being said, if the position came open I think given my current status in the city I would be well within my station to appoint the next leader."
Tarly appreciated the man's directness, and his standards of discipline at least. "And I don't particularly care who you may have fucked, so long as you keep your word."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 22, 2020 15:12:49 GMT -5
Tarly was taken aback for a moment. This was clearly a man who was not afraid to do whatever was required to get what he wanted. "I can tell this is something that you value very highly, Ser Osfryd. It is true that Ser Humfrey seemed somewhat hesitant to agree to my demands. However, I do not have the power to strip a man of his title in the Goldcloaks. That being said, if the position came open I think given my current status in the city I would be well within my station to appoint the next leader."Tarly appreciated the man's directness, and his standards of discipline at least. "And I don't particularly care who you may have fucked, so long as you keep your word."He said. "Whatever demands you have, they shall be done. I don't have qualms like that twat"
That said and done, Osfryd placed his plan to have Humfrey killed in motion...
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