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farsickness2020-11-07 02:24 am
ulfur) wrote in farsickness2020-11-07 02:24 am
we've been down that road before
Who: Ned Stark and fam; OTA!
When: November 1st
What: reunions, meetings at the inn
Where: the road to Gazin, the inn, etc.
Warning(s): news of character/loved one death, will update as needed
Waking up alone and on a strange road; the former normal for young Eddard Stark, the latter a new experience. He frowns at the sign. Gazin, Lothalian, Caerlias. None of the names mean anything to him. He wonders if he has somehow been drugged and shipped off across the Narrow Sea by . He is not as well-versed in the cities of Essos as he is in every corner of Westeros, as a newly minted knight should be.
Grief hangs heavy upon him as he walks, the news of his father's and brother's deaths still fresh from King's Landing. This makes him Lord of Winterfell. It is a cup he'd never thought would pass to him. As the second son, second heir, he'd known he would be a knight, and lord of his own holdfast, perhaps able to marry the woman he loved...
And in the blink of an eye, it all changed. Rickard and Brandon Stark, tortured and brutally killed, and all of the North now resting on his shoulders. That duty was one he must bear, and yet, that last night with Ashara, he had dared to dream of a different future. One where he need not take this cup and all that it brought. A lifetime bowed beneath that mantle. A marriage to a woman he'd never met and who had been pledged to his brother for nearly half his life. And the knowledge that so much of his family was gone forever. Mother, father, brother. Lyanna, too, perhaps, if they could not get her back.
He'd wished for a place free from those sorrows, where he might love whomever he wished, and live a life free of that weight.
And now...he knew he had to get back. Whatever road led there. If he had to sail a ship to return, or secure a horse, or...whatever way he could find. He would take it. He could not let Benjen bear this all alone.
[OOC: starters below or snag him at the inn/around town the day of arrival]
When: November 1st
What: reunions, meetings at the inn
Where: the road to Gazin, the inn, etc.
Warning(s): news of character/loved one death, will update as needed
Waking up alone and on a strange road; the former normal for young Eddard Stark, the latter a new experience. He frowns at the sign. Gazin, Lothalian, Caerlias. None of the names mean anything to him. He wonders if he has somehow been drugged and shipped off across the Narrow Sea by . He is not as well-versed in the cities of Essos as he is in every corner of Westeros, as a newly minted knight should be.
Grief hangs heavy upon him as he walks, the news of his father's and brother's deaths still fresh from King's Landing. This makes him Lord of Winterfell. It is a cup he'd never thought would pass to him. As the second son, second heir, he'd known he would be a knight, and lord of his own holdfast, perhaps able to marry the woman he loved...
And in the blink of an eye, it all changed. Rickard and Brandon Stark, tortured and brutally killed, and all of the North now resting on his shoulders. That duty was one he must bear, and yet, that last night with Ashara, he had dared to dream of a different future. One where he need not take this cup and all that it brought. A lifetime bowed beneath that mantle. A marriage to a woman he'd never met and who had been pledged to his brother for nearly half his life. And the knowledge that so much of his family was gone forever. Mother, father, brother. Lyanna, too, perhaps, if they could not get her back.
He'd wished for a place free from those sorrows, where he might love whomever he wished, and live a life free of that weight.
And now...he knew he had to get back. Whatever road led there. If he had to sail a ship to return, or secure a horse, or...whatever way he could find. He would take it. He could not let Benjen bear this all alone.
[OOC: starters below or snag him at the inn/around town the day of arrival]
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“I think I can arrange that,” she tells him, impulsively. “If you need a guide. I’m your girl.” It’d be nice to be useful again. To do something more than explore Vasari and get into trouble. Not that that might not happen while showing him around, but it wouldn’t be her only reason for roaming the forest. This time.
“I stayed here, actually.” She laughs. “Still am. Haven’t seen a reason to move elsewhere yet.” She might get a place of her own one of these days, but she likes the inn, likes the tavern. And their owner.