Post by Addam Hill on Aug 20, 2012 8:20:23 GMT -5
Addam Hill and his three trusty sellswords had travelled from Lannisport, to Castamere, the strong hold of the Reynes. He had always wanted to see his family home. His father Gaius Reyne was supposedly a military man. Now it seemed Addam had inherited this. He was a natural commander, he excelled in combat and his men seemed to love him. Every day, it seemed that more people were coming to him, from experienced Sellswords to Green Boy’s who wanted a hand of glory and to be apart in the ledgends sung of the Knights of the West. But there was one thing that haunted Addam Hill. It haunted him more than anything in the world. House Lannister.
Every night, the downfall of castle Reyne and his house haunted him. Even though he wasn’t there, he was just after being conceived. He felt that he was there in spirit, but not mind. He hated Tywin Lannister with a passion and wanted him dead. In fact, if he could muster the fellow houses of house Reyne and House Tarbeck then he believed that he could have a great army, enough to defeat Tywin Lannister and put someone else as Warden of the West. Addam had travelled to House Staunton. Fintan Staunton had once been a man held in high regard in his father’s eyes apparently. He was still alive and Iain had travelled there. When he arrived, the old man had been sitting on a seat and glared at his Lannister armor (Which Addam Hated) and said; “Tywin Lannister, what does the gracious Warden Of The West want now, eh?” He squinted at Addam and spat to the side and looked back at him. “My Son is dead! I’ve given him all my men and I only have a few garrisoned here.”
Addam took off his helm and shook his golden hair. Lord Staunton looked at him and his mouth opened and closed with surprise and when he did speak, he spoke in a soft tone. “G-Gaius?” His hands scrabbled downwards the seat until he found a sword and he gripped it tightly. His men saw this and unsheated their own swords and lowered their spears. Bones, Dirk and Old Tym pulled free their own swords and stood beside their leader. Addam reckoned he could take them all on with his three Sellswords. He trusted them with his life and they all knew his father was Lord Gaius Reyne.
Lord Staunton seemed to blink owlishly and shouted at his men to leave. Addam nodded to his men and they too left with the guards, albeit reluctantly, Swords still clutched in their hands. Fintan stumbled down the steps and embraced the younger man in a hug. He looked up at him with shining eyes and said; “Loran, is that you? Or is it Caster? Which one of you is it?” His hands clasped his shoulders tightly and Addam smiled down at him. “My Names Addam..Addam Hill.” He said it reluctantly, but still Fintan grasped his shoulders tighter and looked at him. “You look so much like your father, you are a true Reyne, even though you are a Hill.” From there on, they had discussed plans. House Staunton would pledge itself to Addam and Fintan would ask Tywin Lannister for some of his men back, as “Bandits” were pillaging his lands.
Addam pulled his destrier, Ballista to a stop. It was a deep red color and it seemed to trust Addam deeply. Addam patted his neck and looked over the castle Castamere. It seemed to be grand once upon a time. But now, it was little more than a wreck. Parts of the castle still stood, as did the wall and the gate. Addam thought he glimpsed smoke and he turned to Bones. “Make camp here, Dirk come with me.” Bones nodded and smiled and slid out of his saddle and pulling out his mace, he began to clean it. Old Tym grunted his approval and set to watering and feeding the horses.
They trotted down the hill and half an hour later, they arrived at the ruins of Castamere. Addam slid off of his horse and Dirk did the same. He stayed silent, this was a personal matter for Addam and he could handle himself in there he knew full well. Addam silently nodded to his friend and scouted around the area. There was a postern gate and with a shock, Addam realized that this may well be the place where his half brothers and sisters died. He could slide under it easily and Addam loosened his dagger. He slid under the postern gate and when he stood up he saw it for himself. He imagined the burnt out place was a stables, the place with a round well filled with coals was the black smiths. A large square building was the barracks. But when Addam looked at the ruins of Castamere, his heart began to thud painfully.
He stepped forwards, but instincts prevailed and when he looked, he saw the remains of a campfire. Addam walked forwards quietly and when he looked at it, he saw that it was recent. It could warm at least twenty men. With a small sad smile, Addam now knew the truth beyond the ghosts of Castamere that were seen by travelers walking the walls. It looked like bandits. More than twenty anyway. Before he could be caught, he ran across to the stables, as it was the closest place. There were horses there alright, they were either dozing or eating from some fodder. He backed out quickly and then ran to the main hall.
The bandits had cleared it away so he could get in there. Thank the gods. As he was walking, he saw three bandits, down some stairs trying to kick down a door. “Flippin’ hell. Why does Rysork want to get down here anyway? What’s down there?” The largest bandit said. “ The fuck do I know? I heard there was treasure.” Addam tried to back away, but when he did, his foot kicked against a piece of timber. He hit the floor with a clunking sound and the bandit’s whirled around and saw him in his Lannister armor. “Fuckin’ Lannister! Did Tywin Lannister stop shittin’ gold or somethin’?” The third bandit said.
“He could be Jaime Lannister..” The first bandit said warily. “Nah, the young wolf in the North had ‘im he has!” The second bandit said with a hint of cockiness. They loosened their swords and leapt up the stairs. Grins showing from their beards. Addam backed away, staying silent. He pulled his sword free and the first bandit rushed him. He swung his axe downwards at Addams head and Addam swung his sword up. The blade went up the wood and underneath the ax, which was curved and the bandit cursed in anger. The second one rushed Addam, so he kicked out and sent him to his feet, keeping his arm straight while the bandit tried to pull his sword free, he quickly ripped his dagger free and stabbed it under the Bandit’s ribcage. The bandit fell down, crumpling in on itself before Addam could get his dagger free. He leaned his sword to the side and the axe slid off. He caught it with one hand and he was now even deadlier. The two bandit’s grouped together. Fear in their eyes. Addam feinted with the axe and then threw it. The Bandit’s were caught in a moment of fear and the ax took the bandit in the chest. He fell back howling with pain and the last bandit dropped his sword in fear. “Please Sir! I’ll do anythin’ I will. I’ll join the Night’s watch or somet’ Just please don’t kill me!” He howled in fear and Addam grasped onto his hair and pulled his head up, exposing his neck. “This is my castle, I am the last Reyne.” Addam said and the Bandit gasped in fear as Addam cut his throat.
Addam collected his dagger and trotted down the stairs. The door was partially open and he spent the next ten minutes breaking it open. He stood in and looked at the remains of his ancestors. They were many of them there, Stone carvings of what they looked like, swords pointed out as if welcoming a king. In the middle, there was a skeleton. Addam instantly knew who he was, he was Lord Gaius Reyne. Last Lord of Castamere. His brothers and sisters were beside him on smaller piers, their mother was lying beside him in a fine dress. At least Tywin Lannister had done them that right.
Addam stepped forwards and looked at the Lord. He was dressed in the armor he had died in. Which was red, with black swirls. He touched the top of the Skeleton’s head and kissed it gently and muttered “Father..” Tears streamed down his face and he looked around.
On his father’s finger, there was a signet ring. It was gold and there was a ruby set into it, from which a Lion was carved into. Iain gently slipped the finger free and placed it on his own finger. He looked at his father’s hip and he gasped.
It was a long sword set in a gilded sheath and Addam touched it warily. He pulled it free and was surprised to see Castle Forged steel. He expected it to be Valyrian for some reason. He undid his own Long Sword and gently placed it in the hands of his father. “Peace now..”
He walked up the stairs, amazed at how the blade was not rusted and was still sharp. When he got to the top, he was pulled back and a hand covered his mouth. “Don’t move!” Dirk hissed into his ear. The hand was lowered gently and Addam saw why. The three dead bandits were laid out in front of him. The bandit chief was obviously upset, he was shouting orders and they all ran to comply. Dirk flicked his head at the stables and Addam nodded and together, they stealthily made their way there. The horses were excited and Dirk slit his hand and waved the blood in their faces. That was the final straw for them and they all reared in fear. Addam ran up and down unlatching the gates. The horses thundered out and he could hear a voice say, “What the fuck?” Before his screams cut him off. More screams were heard and together, Dirk and him walked out to confront the Bandits. The horses were running wild and the Bandit leader roared. He began to shout in Tyrosh and the men jumped to obey him. It was a dangerous battle. They were two against twelve. Soon, his fathers long sword was stained with blood and Dirk fell. It seemed as if his armor was attacked by a cat and soon, it was just him and the Bandit Leader. The leader rushed at him and Addam rushed at him also. They fought a long pitched saddle and he almost cut off Addams arm but he prevailed and killed the bandit with a upper slash. Then he collapsed into darkness.
When he awoke, he was tied into Ballista’s saddle with Old Tym, stout as ever leading the way.
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Every night, the downfall of castle Reyne and his house haunted him. Even though he wasn’t there, he was just after being conceived. He felt that he was there in spirit, but not mind. He hated Tywin Lannister with a passion and wanted him dead. In fact, if he could muster the fellow houses of house Reyne and House Tarbeck then he believed that he could have a great army, enough to defeat Tywin Lannister and put someone else as Warden of the West. Addam had travelled to House Staunton. Fintan Staunton had once been a man held in high regard in his father’s eyes apparently. He was still alive and Iain had travelled there. When he arrived, the old man had been sitting on a seat and glared at his Lannister armor (Which Addam Hated) and said; “Tywin Lannister, what does the gracious Warden Of The West want now, eh?” He squinted at Addam and spat to the side and looked back at him. “My Son is dead! I’ve given him all my men and I only have a few garrisoned here.”
Addam took off his helm and shook his golden hair. Lord Staunton looked at him and his mouth opened and closed with surprise and when he did speak, he spoke in a soft tone. “G-Gaius?” His hands scrabbled downwards the seat until he found a sword and he gripped it tightly. His men saw this and unsheated their own swords and lowered their spears. Bones, Dirk and Old Tym pulled free their own swords and stood beside their leader. Addam reckoned he could take them all on with his three Sellswords. He trusted them with his life and they all knew his father was Lord Gaius Reyne.
Lord Staunton seemed to blink owlishly and shouted at his men to leave. Addam nodded to his men and they too left with the guards, albeit reluctantly, Swords still clutched in their hands. Fintan stumbled down the steps and embraced the younger man in a hug. He looked up at him with shining eyes and said; “Loran, is that you? Or is it Caster? Which one of you is it?” His hands clasped his shoulders tightly and Addam smiled down at him. “My Names Addam..Addam Hill.” He said it reluctantly, but still Fintan grasped his shoulders tighter and looked at him. “You look so much like your father, you are a true Reyne, even though you are a Hill.” From there on, they had discussed plans. House Staunton would pledge itself to Addam and Fintan would ask Tywin Lannister for some of his men back, as “Bandits” were pillaging his lands.
Addam pulled his destrier, Ballista to a stop. It was a deep red color and it seemed to trust Addam deeply. Addam patted his neck and looked over the castle Castamere. It seemed to be grand once upon a time. But now, it was little more than a wreck. Parts of the castle still stood, as did the wall and the gate. Addam thought he glimpsed smoke and he turned to Bones. “Make camp here, Dirk come with me.” Bones nodded and smiled and slid out of his saddle and pulling out his mace, he began to clean it. Old Tym grunted his approval and set to watering and feeding the horses.
They trotted down the hill and half an hour later, they arrived at the ruins of Castamere. Addam slid off of his horse and Dirk did the same. He stayed silent, this was a personal matter for Addam and he could handle himself in there he knew full well. Addam silently nodded to his friend and scouted around the area. There was a postern gate and with a shock, Addam realized that this may well be the place where his half brothers and sisters died. He could slide under it easily and Addam loosened his dagger. He slid under the postern gate and when he stood up he saw it for himself. He imagined the burnt out place was a stables, the place with a round well filled with coals was the black smiths. A large square building was the barracks. But when Addam looked at the ruins of Castamere, his heart began to thud painfully.
He stepped forwards, but instincts prevailed and when he looked, he saw the remains of a campfire. Addam walked forwards quietly and when he looked at it, he saw that it was recent. It could warm at least twenty men. With a small sad smile, Addam now knew the truth beyond the ghosts of Castamere that were seen by travelers walking the walls. It looked like bandits. More than twenty anyway. Before he could be caught, he ran across to the stables, as it was the closest place. There were horses there alright, they were either dozing or eating from some fodder. He backed out quickly and then ran to the main hall.
The bandits had cleared it away so he could get in there. Thank the gods. As he was walking, he saw three bandits, down some stairs trying to kick down a door. “Flippin’ hell. Why does Rysork want to get down here anyway? What’s down there?” The largest bandit said. “ The fuck do I know? I heard there was treasure.” Addam tried to back away, but when he did, his foot kicked against a piece of timber. He hit the floor with a clunking sound and the bandit’s whirled around and saw him in his Lannister armor. “Fuckin’ Lannister! Did Tywin Lannister stop shittin’ gold or somethin’?” The third bandit said.
“He could be Jaime Lannister..” The first bandit said warily. “Nah, the young wolf in the North had ‘im he has!” The second bandit said with a hint of cockiness. They loosened their swords and leapt up the stairs. Grins showing from their beards. Addam backed away, staying silent. He pulled his sword free and the first bandit rushed him. He swung his axe downwards at Addams head and Addam swung his sword up. The blade went up the wood and underneath the ax, which was curved and the bandit cursed in anger. The second one rushed Addam, so he kicked out and sent him to his feet, keeping his arm straight while the bandit tried to pull his sword free, he quickly ripped his dagger free and stabbed it under the Bandit’s ribcage. The bandit fell down, crumpling in on itself before Addam could get his dagger free. He leaned his sword to the side and the axe slid off. He caught it with one hand and he was now even deadlier. The two bandit’s grouped together. Fear in their eyes. Addam feinted with the axe and then threw it. The Bandit’s were caught in a moment of fear and the ax took the bandit in the chest. He fell back howling with pain and the last bandit dropped his sword in fear. “Please Sir! I’ll do anythin’ I will. I’ll join the Night’s watch or somet’ Just please don’t kill me!” He howled in fear and Addam grasped onto his hair and pulled his head up, exposing his neck. “This is my castle, I am the last Reyne.” Addam said and the Bandit gasped in fear as Addam cut his throat.
Addam collected his dagger and trotted down the stairs. The door was partially open and he spent the next ten minutes breaking it open. He stood in and looked at the remains of his ancestors. They were many of them there, Stone carvings of what they looked like, swords pointed out as if welcoming a king. In the middle, there was a skeleton. Addam instantly knew who he was, he was Lord Gaius Reyne. Last Lord of Castamere. His brothers and sisters were beside him on smaller piers, their mother was lying beside him in a fine dress. At least Tywin Lannister had done them that right.
Addam stepped forwards and looked at the Lord. He was dressed in the armor he had died in. Which was red, with black swirls. He touched the top of the Skeleton’s head and kissed it gently and muttered “Father..” Tears streamed down his face and he looked around.
On his father’s finger, there was a signet ring. It was gold and there was a ruby set into it, from which a Lion was carved into. Iain gently slipped the finger free and placed it on his own finger. He looked at his father’s hip and he gasped.
It was a long sword set in a gilded sheath and Addam touched it warily. He pulled it free and was surprised to see Castle Forged steel. He expected it to be Valyrian for some reason. He undid his own Long Sword and gently placed it in the hands of his father. “Peace now..”
He walked up the stairs, amazed at how the blade was not rusted and was still sharp. When he got to the top, he was pulled back and a hand covered his mouth. “Don’t move!” Dirk hissed into his ear. The hand was lowered gently and Addam saw why. The three dead bandits were laid out in front of him. The bandit chief was obviously upset, he was shouting orders and they all ran to comply. Dirk flicked his head at the stables and Addam nodded and together, they stealthily made their way there. The horses were excited and Dirk slit his hand and waved the blood in their faces. That was the final straw for them and they all reared in fear. Addam ran up and down unlatching the gates. The horses thundered out and he could hear a voice say, “What the fuck?” Before his screams cut him off. More screams were heard and together, Dirk and him walked out to confront the Bandits. The horses were running wild and the Bandit leader roared. He began to shout in Tyrosh and the men jumped to obey him. It was a dangerous battle. They were two against twelve. Soon, his fathers long sword was stained with blood and Dirk fell. It seemed as if his armor was attacked by a cat and soon, it was just him and the Bandit Leader. The leader rushed at him and Addam rushed at him also. They fought a long pitched saddle and he almost cut off Addams arm but he prevailed and killed the bandit with a upper slash. Then he collapsed into darkness.
When he awoke, he was tied into Ballista’s saddle with Old Tym, stout as ever leading the way.
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