D3lmoniko
Warden of the West
Storm's End, Courtyard...
Outside, the storm didn't show signs of stopping. The cold raindrops, along with the strong winds, made everyone cower in their houses or towers. But still, there were a couple of soldiers, one of them wearing a helmet with a pair of antlers on it. His sword looked like a bolt of lightning in his hands. When he swung the mighty sword, the receiver got out of the way, dodging the blow. With a grunt, the knight raised his sword again, throwing a hit at the soldier again, and again. The antler knight locked swords with the other, pushing him down, putting the sword to his neck. The downed soldier raised his hands, leaving the sword down.
"A guard fights to his death. Keep that in mind." The antler knight said, his voice inside the helmet sounded gruff and rusty. He helped the soldier up, picking up the sword and handing it to him. The soldier let his head down, and took the sword. "Do not despair or think yourself to be lower. We all went through the same thing, brother." These were the words of Verys of house Baratheon, the prince of the Stormlands. In any type of weather he fought and trained, as he believed that a soldier should not be conditioned by the weather.
"My lord Verys. We should get back inside. The lightning might hit us, or we could catch something." spoke one soldier, that was shaking and shivering. Verys laughed so loud, the waves hitting the outer wall were silent the whole time. "Where I studied, at Blackhaven, there was this legend about the first lord. Do you know it?" Verys said, looking at the soldiers that stood before him, some trying to warm themselves up, other standing tall and strong, like the towers that stood behind them. "It's said that one time, some dornishmen ambushed an envoy of house Baratheon. They killed his horse, and when they wanted to kill him-" He raised his sword, at witch time the thunder was heard. "-a lightning bolt, a cracked one hit both of the dornishmen, striking them down, like flies. And the envoy, he would become the first ruler of Blackhaven." He looked at his soldiers and let his sword down, letting out a small sigh. "All right brothers. Go back to your homes or posts. Training is done for today." The lord said, turning around and heading inside the giant tower, heading to the Lord's hall.
Storm's End, Lord's Hall...
Inside, when he approached the door, the guard opened the doors. Verys took off his helmet, revealing his blond short hair and scar on his face. He held the helmet in one hand, and walked softly to the place where his sister and father were, seeing his father lost in his own world again. He sighed and started to concern himself about what would this madness lead to. He knew his father as a caring ruler and father, wanting only the best for his children.
Outside, the storm didn't show signs of stopping. The cold raindrops, along with the strong winds, made everyone cower in their houses or towers. But still, there were a couple of soldiers, one of them wearing a helmet with a pair of antlers on it. His sword looked like a bolt of lightning in his hands. When he swung the mighty sword, the receiver got out of the way, dodging the blow. With a grunt, the knight raised his sword again, throwing a hit at the soldier again, and again. The antler knight locked swords with the other, pushing him down, putting the sword to his neck. The downed soldier raised his hands, leaving the sword down.
"A guard fights to his death. Keep that in mind." The antler knight said, his voice inside the helmet sounded gruff and rusty. He helped the soldier up, picking up the sword and handing it to him. The soldier let his head down, and took the sword. "Do not despair or think yourself to be lower. We all went through the same thing, brother." These were the words of Verys of house Baratheon, the prince of the Stormlands. In any type of weather he fought and trained, as he believed that a soldier should not be conditioned by the weather.
"My lord Verys. We should get back inside. The lightning might hit us, or we could catch something." spoke one soldier, that was shaking and shivering. Verys laughed so loud, the waves hitting the outer wall were silent the whole time. "Where I studied, at Blackhaven, there was this legend about the first lord. Do you know it?" Verys said, looking at the soldiers that stood before him, some trying to warm themselves up, other standing tall and strong, like the towers that stood behind them. "It's said that one time, some dornishmen ambushed an envoy of house Baratheon. They killed his horse, and when they wanted to kill him-" He raised his sword, at witch time the thunder was heard. "-a lightning bolt, a cracked one hit both of the dornishmen, striking them down, like flies. And the envoy, he would become the first ruler of Blackhaven." He looked at his soldiers and let his sword down, letting out a small sigh. "All right brothers. Go back to your homes or posts. Training is done for today." The lord said, turning around and heading inside the giant tower, heading to the Lord's hall.
Storm's End, Lord's Hall...
Inside, when he approached the door, the guard opened the doors. Verys took off his helmet, revealing his blond short hair and scar on his face. He held the helmet in one hand, and walked softly to the place where his sister and father were, seeing his father lost in his own world again. He sighed and started to concern himself about what would this madness lead to. He knew his father as a caring ruler and father, wanting only the best for his children.