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Arthas Ordway

So cometh the great Owl King in the night, full of vengeance and glorious righteousness

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a character in “Tale of Six Kings”, as played by Bromander Shepard

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Name: Arthas Ordway "The Owl King"
Who are you?: Son of Riordan and Oriana Ordway. Heir to the throne of Riverrun as well as leader of the rebel army known as The Birds of Prey in honor of his house sigil.
Who do you pledge yourself to?: To the house of Ordway.
Age: 26

Personality

Personality: Arthas is a driven young man with a burning hate for Godwin and his followers. On the battlefield he is a gifted commander and a adept tactician yet his youthful temperament can lead him to make hasty decisions. Off the battlefield he can be very kind and warm. A good man who treats his men well. Brave and nobel Arthas knows who he is and is not afraid to tell those around him who is in command. He sees himself not as a exiled prince but as a king without a throne and is intent on getting it back.
Where are you from?: Riverrun

History

History: Arthas was but a child when Godwin's army shattered down the gates of Castle Ordway. Known as "The Roost" Castle Ordway was massive in size and scope with towering peaks. Its walls crumbled under the might of the invading army. The warriors of Riverrun fought valiantly but were ultimately defeated and wiped out mercilessly. In the final moments of the battle when Godwin's army was at the gates to the keep the king made a painful decision. He ordered his finest warrior to take the child and flee to safety, ordering her to raise the boy in secret. A career soldier and master swordsman, Samara was the finest Knight of Riverrun. She had proven herself through years of service and dedication and was supremely loyal to her king and country. Following out her kings command she took the child and fled the keep. The last the young Arthas saw of his homeland was of The Roost burning in the distance. Samara brought the boy up in the wilderness teaching him the way of the sword. She made certain he knew of his family and birthright. Unlike most nobles however Arthas was taught not only how to lead but how to follow. Arthas was taught fencing, archery, tactics, mathematics, how to read and write as well as anything and everything his guardian could teach. Samara made certain he would be a brave and just ruler. As the exiled prince grew so too did his ambition to reclaim his throne. The boy began garnering followers to his cause. Originally made up of rebels and traitors to Kingslanding with a lust for vengeance it has since transformed into a formidable and loyal army known as the Birds of Prey. Brave men and women loyal to their chosen king, Arthas and willing to die to see Godwin taken down and Arthas' birthright restored. Arthas can begin to feel his dream becoming a reality. He plans on beginning his march soon and making his presence known.
Appearance:

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Arthas is a well muscled young man, extremely physically fit with fiery hazel eyes. His armor marks some measure of his regal bearing yet is primarily made up of what the exiled prince can acquire.


Extra information: Arthas' army functions by raiding and pillaging military outposts and settlements loyal to Godwin. As such he and his followers are known as the army of the bandit king in Kingslanding. Arthas carries a unique weapon, The staff of Talons.

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The staff of Talons is a hybrid weapon of a short sword and a battle staff and Arthas uses this with masterful skill. It is a weapon that has been passed down by his family for generations and was stolen by Samara for Arthas on the eve of the boy's 16th birthday.

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Characters of note

Lady Knight Samara of the Rose

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The late King of Riverrun, King Riordan Ordway (Deceased)

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The Late Queen of Riverrun, Queen Oriana Ordway (Deceased)

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Halas, the constant companion of Arthas. A massive Eagle-Owl standing just over 2 feet tall with a near 80- inch wingspan. The massive bird of prey is the silent guardian of the Owl King.

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So begins...

Arthas Ordway's Story

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The shadow moved over the battlefield like a grim reaper surveying it's newest additions. The bodies of men and women littered the ground some with arrows jutting out of their bodies. Others with body parts cleaved clean off. More still with stab wounds and gashes that left them lying in a pool of their own blood. While the skirmish was small by traditional warfare standards the mass of bodies was still enough to make a person cringe at the sight. The shadow came to rest on the armored shoulder of it's lord and master, the one known as The Owl King. Arthas turned and brought his fingers up to run them through the soft plumage of his companion Halas, the massive owl he called his friend. Halas shook his wings in enjoyment as a low cooing made its way out of the birds beak. Blood dripped from the owls talons onto Arthas' armor as a sign of the men the bird had killed on it's own that day. Arthas himself had more than a bit of blood dripping off his weapons as well as he looked away from his companion to the scene around him. A supply caravan he had gotten word of a few weeks ago. He had spent the time until now planning this assault while his men marched, making sure everything would go perfectly. His men were loyal, brave and tough as nails but they didn't have the numbers to allow for careless mistakes. The caravan had been carrying food provisions to Godwins men stationed in The Twins. Arthas had made certain Godwin's men would be nice and hungry by the time he marched his men through on a full stomach and well rested. Arthas also had rangers on all the roads heading to the Twins to kill any messengers to or from Kingslanding. With no food and the not a word from command Godwins forces would fall like the leaves in autumn under the might of the Birds of Prey. At the moment his loyal men were relieving the caravans wagons of their valuables as well as looting most of the corpses. Arthas, along with Halas, made his way to his second in command who was surveying the men as they did their duty. Sitting atop a white stallion with the morning sun gleaming off her radiant armor sat Lady Samara of the Rose. The finest warrior from Riverrun when it still was it's own kingdom and now the woman who raised Arthas as well as his constant guardian.

"We're making good progress. Should be in Winterfell before long with enough food to feed both our armies twice over."

He said as he came to stand beside the horse that was bearing his closest friend.

"I could not agree more my lord. The Dire Wolf will be lucky to have the Owl as an ally."

She said stoically as always.

"Especially an owl bearing gifts."

He added with a chuckle in reference to the large amount of provisions he had set aside for his soon to be hosts in Winterfell. A few letters had come and gone between the two camps. He had gotten word that they were lacking for food rations and Arthas had opted to alleviate their pains. Tactically he had planned to stop the food caravans to Godwins men between his army in the forests of Riverrun and the frozen north of Winterfell anyway but now his men would amass as much food as they could for the warriors of the north who were in no doubt in great need of a good meal. The time was coming for Arthas to finally make his move. The time for his return was soon at hand. Alone he had tried to make a go of it but his army was still vastly out numbered by Godwins. While true his forces had been making life hell for Godwin by raiding settlements, out posts, caravans, anything and everything they could to be a thorn in the lions paw it wasn't enough. They needed to turn that thorn into a sword and bring the fight to Godwin. United with the men from Winterfell they may just have a chance. Arthas even toyed with the idea of marching all his men north but decided against it after some fine council from Samara. Small bands of no more than five or ten of his warriors were left in the areas surrounding King's Landing to continue their work. If the civilians needed them they would be there and with eyes in the area Arthas could still be well appraised of Godwins movements. His rangers set to their task and the bulk of his men preparing for the long march north, Arthas felt the change beginning in the air. The passing of seasons signaled the coming of winter as if the cold hand of death itself was coming for Charles Godwin.

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The vast army of the Owl King known as the Birds of Prey began their march. Fully stocked with more than enough provisions for not only themselves but the hungry wolves in the North, the enemies of Godwin set off on their trek. To the frozen home of the dire wolves, Winterfell. To a man Arthas had never met but hoped to all the Gods that he was the man he needed to be. A young man, Arthas had been told Robert was a few years his junior but proud, noble and a gifted commander. A warrior for certain but known as a skilled blacksmith as well. His true gift however was his relationship with his men. He is said to have an uncanny ability to inspire loyalty in his men beyond what the most experienced military man could do. To walk amongst his men was his secret to leading them. A true gift that most rulers don't posses nor take the time to learn. One Arthas forcibly learned at the deft hands of Samara. The boy from the Roost was taught how to follow before being taught how to lead, apparently a similarity the two young men shared. Arthas and Robert had exchanged a few letters here and there as they coordinated their efforts but now was the time for a special letter to be sent. One Arthas had spent time writing himself before moving out. Arthas had the scroll rolled up and tied to Halas' talon before tenderly caressing the birds head.

"Go on, see to it then."

Arthas said warmly, a hint of lament in sending his friend off on his own. Halas screeched out as he stretched his massive wings before taking off into the sky and flying north ahead of Ordway's army. The letter had been sent and the stones that start the avalanche that will wipe the stain of Godwin's rule form this land have begun to fall.

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The thunder of hooves could be heard out among The Twins. The sound of the approaching army was like the footsteps of doom come for the ending of the world for the men stationed there. They had not eaten in over a week and had received no word from Kingslanding despite sending several messengers. They looked out past the forts walls to see the advancing army in the distance. Made up of horsemen, foot soldiers, pikesmen, laddermen, archers more men then the defenders of the fort hoped to count. Mutterings of surrender began springing up from the men but were quickly and harshly silenced by their commander. The warriors of Godwin would fight, and die this day.

On the plains steadily marching to the fort between the south and the north Arthas sat atop his warhorse, his keen gaze on the fort before him. Once could almost smell the fear in the air. Feel the terror from the defenders in the late autumn air. Samara rode beside him along with one of his most elite generals. Natasha, The Crimson Mercenary. Natasha was a well known assassin and sword for hire that fell in with Arthas a few years ago. The two met at the edge of a knife, Natasha was hired to kill the infamous Bandit King but after a brutal and bloody fight she had met her match. Instead of killing her Arthas offered her a chance to get some of the red out of her ledger. An opportunity to do something good with her life and her skills for once. She accepted and has since become one of his most trusted and gifted generals.

"This shouldn't take long."

She said, her thick accent rolling off her tongue. An accent that Arthas found quite attractive as he turned to her to give her a quick smirk.

"That was the plan."

He said before Samara spoke up.

"With the Gods blessing we can have this battle finished before nightfall with few losses."

The lady Knight said as her hard stare locked onto the defenses looming before them. Natasha let loose a playful put as she pursed her lips impishly.

"You obviously don't know Arthas the way I do Lady Samara, he'd never finish that quickly."

She teased coyly before riding off to marshal her men. Arthas shook his head with a laugh while Samara just glared after Natasha. The Owl King breathed out a long sigh, steeling himself for the battle to come before turning to Samara.

"Have the laddermen prepare themselves. Once we hit the walls it's going to be on them. I'd rather not burn the whole thing down if we didn't have too."

"Right away My King."

Samara said dutifully before riding off to carry out her orders. The massive wooden fort was just ahead now. The time had come to wipe out the defenders of The Twins and press on to Robert and his hungry wolves. Arthas reached down to his saddle and drew the Staff of Talons before holding it above his head signaling the halt.

The defenders were at their stations, bows at the ready yet the army had stopped just out of range. Arthas eyes scanned for weak spots. From the weary, unsteady look of Godwin's forces the entire fort appeared to be a weak spot.

"It appears Natasha's right... This will be over quickly."

He muttered to himself before riding a few more steps ahead of his army to shout at Godwin's men in the fort.

"Warriors of the false King! Lay down your weapons and open the gates at once! You have one chance to live to see tomorrow! Refuse... and none of you will ever see home again..."

No response but the haunting sounds of the crows flying up above, hungrily awaiting the meal to come. A dark smile etched it's way onto Arthas face.

"I'd hoped that'd be your answer."

With that he slowly rose his weapon into the air and the army at his back began to chant menacingly. Banging their swords on their shields as they bellowed out in challenge. The thunderous sound struck terror in the hearts of their enemies in the fort. The order has been giving, the battle had begun.

"CHARGE!!!"

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The cold winter air filled Arthas' lungs as he rode ahead of his men. The Birds of Prey suffered very few losses in the Battle for the Twins. His ploy had worked perfectly and the meager defense force hardly lasted long at all. Weak with hunger they were no match for Ordway's well rested and well fed battle hardened army. He rode now at the head of the column, his second Samara dutifully riding at his side. Her eyes carefully scanning the defenses of Winterfell as they neared.

"The watchmen have already spotted our approach sire."

She said flatly. He turned to her with an arched eyebrow, the distrust evident in her voice. Samara trusted very few people, very few. By Arthas' count her circle of trusted friends added up to a resounding one. Arthas Ordway was the only person still alive that Samara put any faith into, any trust what soever. A fault as seen by others, a strength as seen by herself. If she did not hand out her trust she could never be betrayed or harmed. A simple and effective yet costly tactic one luckily Arthas did not share. While he did not trust on a whim you could work your way into the Owl Kings inner circle by diligent work, resourcefulness and loyalty. The master of Winterfell was well on his way to joining those illustrious ranks, only thing left to do was meet the man before giving him the final nod of approval. Arthas shook his head with a light chuckle at Samara's pessimism before looking up at the watchman on the wall.

"I am Arthas Ordway, rightful king of Riverrun, leader of the Birds of Prey and friend to your lord and master Robert Claridge. Open the gates, for I come bearing gifts."

He said with a proud smile as he threw a thumb behind him at the caravan of wagons filled to the brim with food, drink and other provisions. The watchman could only act too quickly as they sent a runner to alert Robert of the army at the gates in hopes that the gates would be opened so the men could feast.

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Character Portrait: Dweyth, the Mud Knight Character Portrait: Huntley Nightfix ( Ossia Kingsley ) Character Portrait: Arthas Ordway Character Portrait: Damian Clearwater (The King Slayer) Character Portrait: Alexavier Godwin
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With the arrival of Arthas and his men, Winterfell fell into a wind of mixed emotions. With him, he brought food and gifts
and Robert seemed to welcome the man joyfully. Even Marcellus, who trusted few, boasted of these strangers arrival
.but Ossia feared the worst. No, not because of Arthas, nor his men, they were good souls who only wished to lend a hand in the approaching battle. It was the people of Wineterfell she had begun to fear. Men of Robert’s army felt their places were threatened, and although none dared raise a sword to the strong warriors
talk of abandonment had begun to spread.

Despite these worries, a celebration took place, and for the first time since the leaves turned...Winterfell wasn’t such a dreary place.
Not long after the soldier’s arrival Arthas, Robert, and Marcellus decided to make their first move. King Godwin would know they existed, and what strength their allies had brought to them. The outcome of what the messenger would bring back to the north was uncertain
but they remained strong.

Many mornings passed since the messenger was sent off, and no word had reached Winterfell. Despite this, they trained endlessly, and there were times she thought she would die from the bitter wind rather than the sword of Godwin’s men.

Just after the messenger was sent, Marcellus learned from one of his many sources of a threat hidden within the walls of Kingslanding. A soul-less man, he killed many great men
most of them the flesh and blood of our very own fathers. He called himself the Kingslayer.
With the following dawn, she decided to seek answers. With Marcellus gone to seek answers of his own from his source, and Lord Robert nowhere in sight
she approached Arthas.

She has to admit the sheer size of the man alone had her rethinking her decisions at once. Dweyth was the only man, besides my father, she ever forwardly approached.

Cautious as ever, Ossia entered the home Arthas resided in. Head held high and shoulders broader, she reminded herself who it was he saw, Huntley, son of the knight.

“Excu
*cough* Excuse me, sir.” Glancing outside for a moment, Ossia considered bolting “About the King slayer
is he? What I mean is
” Once again Ossia raised her head “What is to be down with the bastard?”

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Placing his hands along the throne of his fathers, Alexavier fought off a grin. His father may wear the crown, but he would rule soon enough. His father had become weak and frail. The man he once longed to mirror had become an embarrassment.

Glancing to his human shield, a brute by the name of Bortaveous, he sneered at his marred face “My father is a drunken fool, and my mother is a woman. What does that make me?”

“Our bright future, My Lord.”

Turning towards the knight, Alexavier nodded his head appraisingly as he strutted to where the man stood. “That is where you are right.” Looking to a painting of the Godwin family that hung just above the iron throne, Alexavier tisked is spite.

“My father allowed weakness. He allowed his own men to make choices of their own. I will not stand for it.” Turning to Bortaveous once again, he spoke “You are my shield. You will do as I say, and ask no more.”

Walking to the window overlooking the edges of town, Alexavier narrowed in on the home of the blacksmith. He was not unfamiliar that his bride-to-be fraternized with the commoners “I understand that scar on your face was the result of the losing of a duel?”

“Yes, My Lord. It was only a friendly..”

“I did not ask what it was, beast!” Snapping his head toward where to Bortaveous towered behind him, “The old blacksmith Stonehammer, he knows you are my shield. Your sword was not properly fastened. You could have lost your life.”
Turning away, Alexavier strolled towards the hall, before stopping to speak over his shoulder “Kill him.”

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Character Portrait: Adarra Character Portrait: Dweyth, the Mud Knight Character Portrait: Isadora Godwin Character Portrait: Huntley Nightfix ( Ossia Kingsley ) Character Portrait: Arthas Ordway
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He had slowly submerged his body in the freezing cold water as the mud slowly gets washed off by the soft current heading south. Bigger fishes nibbled at some rocks and quickly swam away as soon as Dweyth moved his body into the deeper part of the river. He was still waiting for his dear pal to come out of Arthas' tent, waiting for her accounts on what was currently happening in the Seven Kingdoms.

Dweyth quickly dipped his whole body and run out of it just as quick, he shivered as he snatched his jerkin from the large rock and quickly dressed his self. He walked towards the camp while his lower part dripped with water. Well at least he is cleaner and mud free.

He was about to enter his own tent when he met a server with a tray of goblets for Arthas and his guests. Looks like Huntley will be gone longer than he expected so he went straight to his residence and changed his dripping pants.

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You must stop A voice made Adarra release the dagger's hilt. If he dies here, you'd be the only one to be blamed. Then everything else is for nothing. She wasn't sure if it was her thoughts or if someone was really trying to communicate with her but she found herself dragging the King down from the top and taking over the mating. She rode him like a knight of to war as her mind raced with thoughts. She must get rid of him before he does something to her child- their child.

As the King savoured her womanhood with closed eyes, her own pair found the servant's flask. A plan immediately was formed in her mind. As the King released all his energy she kissed him in the mouth. A bitter sweet goodbye as her heart and mind fought each other. Her heart told her to not harm him while her mind wanted him without breath.

"My princess, you have no idea how much I craved for you," They were beside each other, laying naked on her bed as he bent his head to kiss her on her shoulder with one hand caressing her breast. She wanted to give off a sarcastic laugh when he called her his princess. She is a princess, bastard she may be, she knows she can have the crown one way or another. And it will only be possible if everyone in his family is dead. Her hand slowly dangled on the side of her bed, reaching for the flask of poison.

The king moved up once again, spreading her legs and entering her once more as she slowly lifted the cover of the small flask. And as soon as Godwin grunted and lowered his head next to hers, she made sure all of the flask's content is poured into his goblet. She then quickly hid it under her bed and embraced the King's torso, her fingernails digging in his skin. "I have always loved you... Father." She whispered, unsure if the King even heard her over his grunting.

Minutes after, she lay on bed as Godwin dressed up once again. He was adjusting his belt, making it more comfortable for him to breath as she noticed how he had gained weight. He pulled her up and slobbered her lips with his and smiled, "I will see you again peaches." His hands grabbing her buttocks. He then let go of her and walked towards her door when Adarra spoke, "Wait my King. You must have been thirsty for all the fucking that we did," She followed him a smile in her red thin lips and with the goblet in her left hand, she held his hand with her right and guided them to wrap it around the goblet. She nodded, urging him to drink the poisoned wine. "They have been just delivered straight from the Arbor, sweet and strong the way you preferred it." She sweetened the deal and watched as he sipped them. As usual he drank the goblet dry, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and left Adarra. Everything seen by Claudette behind the hidden passage.

Now all Adarra has to do was wait.

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Arthas turned at the sound of the booted feet entering his tent. Normally Samara would greet the young knight with her standard over protectiveness but fortunately for Huntley she was off in the camp seeing to the men. Huntleys question about the king slayer brought a light chuckle to Arthas as he crossed the room toward him and grabbed two mugs off his table.

"Ahh... the kingslayer. Yes... I seem to be hearing of him more and more as the the death of the false king grows nearer."

He said as he poured two glasses of strong ale and handed one to the knight. He paused for the slightest second and eyed the young man for a second, remarking on his near flawless skin and feminine bone structure. Putting the odd thought aside he turned back to the table before plopping himself down in the seat next to it as he motioned for Huntley to do the same.

"The kingslayer is dangerous. A swordsman of some renown as I'm sure you know. Robert would no doubt be willing to challenge the man in open combat, saving any of his men from tasting the bastards steel yet... I will not allow that to happen. Robert cannot fight the kingslayer, I won't have the kingslayer taking the life of another ruler. I will deal with the kingslayer myself."

He said, his words bold and fierce. Arthas paused and took a long drink of his frothy ale before lowering the mug from his lips.

"Let me be clear Sir Huntley, it is not that I doubt Roberts skill in battle. It is that I know the kingslayers. I've seen what he can do first hand. He led a charge to put down one of my raids before. I watched from the tree line helpless as he carved through my men."

Behind Arthas' eyes was a burning hate that came only with memory.

"No... The kinglsayer will die. He will die by my hand. I will fight him and I will end his tale at tip of my blade. In so doing spare the risk to Robert. And if the worst should come to pass, the resistance loses a general but it will live on in Robert. I... I could use your help with that task Sir knight. When the fighting starts you must see that Robert does not engage the kinglsayer. He's too proud to run or allow others to do his fighting for him. You must steer him in the battle to come until the kingslayer is dealt with. Can I count on you in this?"

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Character Portrait: Dweyth, the Mud Knight Character Portrait: Isadora Godwin Character Portrait: Huntley Nightfix ( Ossia Kingsley ) Character Portrait: Arthas Ordway Character Portrait: Alexavier Godwin
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Seated on his father’s throne, Alexavier stared emotionless at the man before him. As his words seeped into the young lords ears, Alexavier felt a chill. Not of disgust, fear, or remorse
.no, this was something primal, almost satanic. The black of his eyes expanded as a grin spread across his angelic face. The boy looked the part of a twisted demon, which it would appear he was.

Death excited him in ways no women ever could. The sight of blood made his fluids rush, screams brought pleasure, and lifeless eyes staring back into his own brought satisfaction he couldn’t explain. The identity of the head dangling before him in his shield’s hand only brought that feeling of bliss to a greater high.

Boraguard Stonehammer was a fool, and an old one at that. He was filth, and seemed to lack the knowledge of being so. Alexavier couldn’t see why his father would allow such a disgrace of a man to make the armor, or the weapons for that matter, for the Kingsguard. Just the thought that the blood splattered chest plate Bortaveous wore was made by such a man took a portion of the young lord’s pleasure away. “I want it.”

The words echoed through the empty room with a fierceness matching that of an angry lion warning others away from his kill. Bortaveous could only nod as he took his leave, head once again placed in the satchel he wore over his shoulders.
Stopping momentarily, Bortaveous noticed the mangled pigeon that lay at the bottom of his bag. Reaching inside, he tossed the small corps to Alexavier’s feet.

“I appreciate the thought, Beast, but birds aren’t to my liking”

“O’Connel was seen sending word to his followers at Casterly Rock, My Lord. I was able to shoot the bird down. I have not seen what the message relays.”

With a flick of his wrist, Alexavier sent the bloody shield on his way “You are beginning to reek. Go bath, Beast. You know what is to be done with the head.” Reaching down, he grasped the rolled paper at the end on the birds clawed feet. What the paper had hidden would send him into a rage.

Moments later he was bursting into his mother’s chambers, tossing the bird onto her writing desk “The bastard Graham means to send Lillian away! He says he fears the secrets he holds over you, as well as others, may endanger her. What, pray tell, are these secrets mother?”

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Arthas words sunk in, and Ossia narrowed her eyes and pure understanding. Robert had done many things for her in her "boy years" and now that she was a "man" in his army, she know owed her life to him "I can assure you, Arthas, Lord Robert will not see harm as long as I am here." Even as the words left her lips, Ossia believed them. Any doubt she had felt towards the man before her, or his men dissipated. They would win this battle, and hell or high water...they would win the war.

Existing the tent, Ossia took a breath as relief washed over her. Noticing Dweyth was gone from his previous location, sigh sighed angrily. the boy had the patience of a toddler at times!

Pushing her bangs from her face, Ossia grumbled.Her hair would no doubt be taking a lethal chopping tonight. She had neglected to do so lately, and it had begun to thicken and wave. Nothing too noticeable yet, but it would have to be taken care of.

Deciding it could wait, she turned her attention back of finding Dweyth. Where could he have run off too..