Nympheria
Recruit
"Prologue."
Tryce stepped out from the doorway, letting out a yawn. Tryce shifted his view from the sun towards Maester Crowshead. Tryce started pacing towards the maester slowly. "Measter, how is my father..?" Tryce said in a worried tone. Maester Crowshead looked up from the book he was reading and whispered to Tryce in a low voice "He died while you were in bed." Tryce shook his head, spun on his heel and walked back towards the main keep. Tryce shouted back at the Maester while he was walking "Have the bastard prepare my horse!" The maester nodded. Tryce climbed up the steps of the keep until he reached the barracks. Tryce moved his head through the doorway, peering around the inside of the room.
Tryce noticed the captain of the guard seated at a table in the far corner of the room. Tryce coughed, then yelled over towards the captain "Sand, have twenty troops ready for travel by the morn." Tryce hurried towards his bedroom before he could get a response. Tryce twisted the doorknob, pushing through the door with his shoulder. Tryce hurried over towards the desk in the center of the room. He slumped down onto the oak chair. Tryce grabbed onto the peice of parchment and a quill. Dipping the quill in ink he began to write. "Dear Robb, my father Lord Rickard Karstark has passed away from a sudden illness." Tryce stopped, dipped the quill with ink and began to write. "I will leave for Winterfell in the morning." Tryce signed the letter. "Tryce Karstark, Lord of Karhold." He reached across the desk for his stamp. Folding the letter, he stamped his covented blue raven onto the letter.
Clicking his figners, the raven flew into the room and onto his desk. He attached the letter to the raven's feet with a small string. Tryce slid his hand into the top desk drawer and removed some seeds. Tryce held the seeds out for the raven. Before Tryce knew it the raven was gone. Tryce grabbed onto his sheath that was dangling from the back of the chair. He fastened it to his waist and walked out from the room.
Tryce noticed the captain of the guard seated at a table in the far corner of the room. Tryce coughed, then yelled over towards the captain "Sand, have twenty troops ready for travel by the morn." Tryce hurried towards his bedroom before he could get a response. Tryce twisted the doorknob, pushing through the door with his shoulder. Tryce hurried over towards the desk in the center of the room. He slumped down onto the oak chair. Tryce grabbed onto the peice of parchment and a quill. Dipping the quill in ink he began to write. "Dear Robb, my father Lord Rickard Karstark has passed away from a sudden illness." Tryce stopped, dipped the quill with ink and began to write. "I will leave for Winterfell in the morning." Tryce signed the letter. "Tryce Karstark, Lord of Karhold." He reached across the desk for his stamp. Folding the letter, he stamped his covented blue raven onto the letter.
Clicking his figners, the raven flew into the room and onto his desk. He attached the letter to the raven's feet with a small string. Tryce slid his hand into the top desk drawer and removed some seeds. Tryce held the seeds out for the raven. Before Tryce knew it the raven was gone. Tryce grabbed onto his sheath that was dangling from the back of the chair. He fastened it to his waist and walked out from the room.
This is a AAR based off of the game of thrones mod for warband.
