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Post by Father on Sept 24, 2019 18:25:01 GMT 1
If one can be found, he can be put to the question to give up the others he offers flatly, still shaken but composed. Then they will hang.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 24, 2019 18:42:06 GMT 1
"Then my lord, let us find one," Robyn starts to look around, searching for tracks or some sign of where they could have gone. He wipes his tears away as he wanders, before stopping again to stare at the bodies that litter the field. If he can, he would attempt to carry any of the Blackbars from the site, and help them get properly loaded to their place.
Robyn isn't necessarily sure what to do, but he wants to help, and honestly he isn't going to be making many decisions for himself, unless it involves Lady Falyse. He wants to make sure she is ok still, but where are you looking to go from here?
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Post by Father on Sept 24, 2019 19:41:56 GMT 1
Lord Caswell doesn't much answer, but does not bother to dissuade Robyn either. The scouts are already searching furiously for any clues while there remains light, and a group of them are racing down the road, a group on foot cannot have gotten too far and their camp might be found. If they are properly provisioned and prepared for the eventuality that someone escaped or encountered the scene and alerted Bitterbridge, they could have marched as far as they dared before heading into the woods and disperse into smaller groups to emerge on other roads, perhaps making their way to different towns before converging at Highgarden for example. It is entirely possible that they might evade any patrols Lord Caswell sends out. But Lord Caswell need only catch one of them if that one knows where to look for the others.
While Robyn *can* try survival (track), 2D won't enable him to find anything the Caswell scouts haven't already found. He *can* use DP for clues, although the automatic refresh of DP at the end of the scene will not apply to that since that was mostly on the table in case it was needed to ensure the knighting-worthy moment of awesome, now it would be applied towards the find the murderers plot-line. In any case, the quest for justice will be for future threads. What's left of what I have in mind for this thread is basically to deal with Lord Blackmont and family getting their funeral service and Robyn to be knighted.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 24, 2019 19:45:42 GMT 1
Sounds good. He isn’t going to be any help, and I’ll keep the DP, might need it for something important.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 25, 2019 15:20:43 GMT 1
Robyn does as much lifting as he can manage, the exhaustion from the battle and emotions he felt taking its inevitable toll on him. He knows that he has done all he can for the time being, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t willing to continue to try, continue to help. He is a fighter, through and through, and while his body is giving out slowly his resolve remains burning, the desire for revenge and justice growing with every step he takes. People are staring at him. An entirely new sensation, as most would look at his brother when he was younger, and when he was squiring for Lord Blackbar, he didn’t leave many impressions to deem worthy of more than an occasional glance. But now... Robyn has a feeling that because of today’s occurrence, he would have to deal with a lot more eyes on him, and a lot of responsibilities that come with the new found renown.
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Post by Father on Sept 26, 2019 13:25:24 GMT 1
Most of the work is done in silence, any man not disturbed by this sight must surely have seen far too much for one life already.
With the wagons, getting back takes far longer, and the party returns hours after nightfall. Lord Caswell suggests that Robyn ought to stand vigil in Lord Vardis' honor throughout the night, but he surely can allow himself some supper while the silent sisters wash and dress the bodies.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 26, 2019 14:27:16 GMT 1
Robyn is just as quiet on the ride back, and while he typically would be upset at how slow the trip took, the slow march back seems almost too appropriate, and Robyn couldn’t take his eyes off the wagon that carried most of the Blackbar house. Gruesome sight that it was, he just stared, part of him imagining that Lady Zia sat up and continued to stare into the depths of his soul. He rubbed his eyes quickly and stared again, only to see that whatever he saw wasn’t real. At Lord Casewell’s suggestion, he gave a slight nod, “Thank you, my lord, food would be greatly appreciated,” before heading towards food, wherever that was. He isn’t that hungry, he mostly watches for Lady Falyse, and watches how many people stare at him.
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Post by Father on Sept 27, 2019 12:11:10 GMT 1
Falyse has long since gone to sleep, the maester gave her something to help with that, a deep dreamless slumber being for the best he had reasoned.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 27, 2019 14:54:18 GMT 1
Robyn are his food in peace, and before too long, as Lord Casewell suggested, he stood vigil for Lord Blackbar. He was tired, that is certain, but he continues to push through it, his eyes watching almost tirelessly into the night. There is a certain.. peacefulness in the air. And as he stands he fond himself not breathing. It’s almost as if he has been holding his breath since he had arrived back, waiting for a moment of peace to let it go.
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Post by Father on Sept 30, 2019 18:42:01 GMT 1
To a casual observer, none looks anymore at the squire than usual, the lingering looks of admiration from some of the serving girls wouldn't be considered odd to one with no knowledge of the day's events either. The vigil passes without incident, Robyn is joined by various knights of Lord Caswell's household. Lord Vardis, Lady Zia and Ser Zachery has been washed and dressed, their wounds covered up. They look almost as if asleep.
It is well past daybreak before the final sermon gets underway, Lady Falyse, usually guarded around strangers, but still with a liveliness in her eyes, is now more like a spring flower ruined by frost, starkly beautiful but dead on the inside. It is as she looks but doesn't see. She says no words, leaving it to Lord Caswell to try as best he can to offer an eulogy, but it is clear that he hardly knew the Blackbars, nor did Lord Vardis or Ser Zachery perform any deeds of note that he might have mentioned.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Sept 30, 2019 20:15:09 GMT 1
Robyn stays quiet for most of the sermon, his eyes transfixed on Lady Falyse. Ever since the attack, Robyn has felt... powerless. During the initial charge, he looked to Lord Blackbar for strength, for instruction. He didn't feel like he was able to do anything without some guidance first, someone who knew what they were doing and could help him know that he is making the right choice. Its why he charged forward and attacked the rider on horseback, it is why he stood beside his lord as his horse went down, waiting too long to take action. He was following what his lord was doing. He had been waiting this entire time for someone to confirm that he was doing what he needed to do. The only time he acted on impulse he managed to pull the rider from his horse, and push that steed into action, saving Lady Falyse. She is what gave him strength in that moment, when all seemed lost, she was what ensured that they both would survive. Robyn would have died on that field if it wasn't for her, being there, igniting his confidence and assured that he was making the right choice. To see her like this, in this much pain... He wanted to take it all away. He wanted to be her rock, just as she was for him on the battlefield. He wants to give her hope, to give her the strength that has been entirely sapped with the loss of her family. Lord Caswell was trying, but if Robyn was going to make anything of himself, he had to gain the confidence to do what he could, and not wait for others to make that decision for him. "My lord... if I may say a few words," Robyn says, stepping forward, his voice soft before wiping off his face, attempting to keep an honorable presence, not wanting to show his immense grief, just enough that others would easily understand and forgive him for. "Today is a day I couldn't have imagined, not even within the deepest of my nightmares. I didn't sleep last night in hopes that I would just wake up from this... unthinkable reality that we found ourselves in. I keep waiting for Lord Vardis to call me to his side and ask me the morning question that he started all our days with together. Every morning it was a different one. 'Whose crest displays a blue field charged with a golden goose?' 'Who was Garth Greenhand?' But sometimes, he would ask questions I didn't have an answer to. Sometimes he would ask questions that didn't have an answer. I would still try to find one for him, but more than not I just made him smile, either chastising me for not reading more or with the irrationality that came with my solution. He was a man deep in thought, and he had knowledge that would put some maesters to shame. But he was a man who loved deeply. He loved his wife, and often would speak of her. There was never a moment when he would turn his wife away, we could be in the middle of a meeting and she would come in, regal and divine, and his attention was instantly transfixed on her. And she loved him. They were perfect for each other, and from their love sprang children, of whom they would have done anything for. Ser Zachery, a knight of honor, of skill and of compassion. He showed me what being a knight was meant to be, and how skill alone does not a knight make. 'Might as well be just a hired sword if you only focus on fighting,' he said to me once. He pushed me to be a better man, and I can only hope to one day be half the knight he was." Robyn wipes away one tear that breeched his cheek, "And Lady Falyse. She... She shows me what real strength is. On the field I froze, I had no certainty if I was going to make it. But the love that Lord Vardis, Lady Zia and Ser Zachery has for Lady Falyse shoved me into action. Any fear that I felt melted away and I was moving without knowing it, because they knew that she was strong. They knew that she is a fighter, that she would stop at nothing to become who she is meant to be. There is not a person in Westeros that pushes me to action the way that Lady Falyse does, and they knew that she will inspire and lead others, just as she does for me." Robyn turns to her, and stares gently into her eyes, "Their legacy will never die, their love for you will never die, and as long as I draw breath my Lady, neither will you," He walks forward, turning to look at the three never awaking bodies, and proudly states, "*insert house motto here*"
Could I possibly make a charm roll on Lady Falyse, I am trying to raise her mood and also give her strength in this horrible time?
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Post by Father on Oct 2, 2019 15:42:56 GMT 1
More of a convince.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Oct 2, 2019 15:55:49 GMT 1
Earning One's Spurs Convince Roll: 4d6 11
So not the best roll, but still, he isn't that good at this, and was mostly speaking out of respect. Unless it was a crit fail, then I get to re roll, correct?
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Post by Father on Oct 4, 2019 13:15:52 GMT 1
Falyse does not appear to notice the words, or at least not acknowledge anything spoken in her presence. The sermon passes, Lord Caswell remarks afterwards that there usually would be more ceremony involved, but today that would be improper and tradition allows for dispensing with that sort of thing and Lord Vardis would surely have wanted to make Robyn a knight for saving his daughter. Though now sadly unable to do the act himself, he would undoubtedly be honored by the one holding the sword in his stead. A young man standing vigil through the night might be forgiven for failing to notice the arrival of Ser Roland Redwyne into the sept, the man likely had been solemn and grave as he entered and stood with the rest, and perhaps mindful of his own fame opted to stand in the back ranks, or maybe he were in the front with Robyn not seeing him there, but that seems unlikely. Although absent the dramatic reds he prefers to be seen in and customary upbeat attitude radiating confidence that would scarce be appropriate for a memorial service, he might be mistaken as just another knight. A knighting suits the man far better than a funeral, when Redtusk bids a squire to kneel to receive his spurs, almost no squire would even consider mounting any protest about not having earned it.
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Post by Robyn Redwolf on Oct 4, 2019 14:32:42 GMT 1
Robyn wishes that his words had done more for Falyse, but he knew that her recovery would take... time, to say the least. There wasn't anything he could say right out that would fix the feelings she was attempting to conceal or drown out with numbness. He knew that, but still... to get to see the fire in her eyes again... that fierce power she possessed was motivational and addictive; he would give anything to see her be her former self again.
As the figure steps out, Robyn immediately recognizes him, and does his best to keep calm as he asks him to kneel. To be honest, the attention he was getting was new and unexpected, that was for sure, but now this... The thought hadn't crossed his mind that he would be receiving his spurs from all this, and certainly not from Redtusk. He bowed his head and takes a knee, attempting to show the respect that a man of his caliber was worthy of, while also keeping in line with the new ceremony that was initiated by him.
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