Post by The Darkness on Nov 5, 2012 14:46:56 GMT -5
Pod woke up in his second day at King’s Landing, it had been a sleepless night, he was to excited by the notion of competing in a tourney which could grant his House the honor of having a Valyrian Steel sword, and the best part he would have to choose a name for it…
The Baelish Manse was full with his household, he sat on his place at the table and turned to a servant. “Lass, could you please fetch me some bacon, eggs and that strong Arbor Gold I’ve brought with my company from the Fingers…” He smiled at the young girl.
“As you wish, my lord…” She went to the kitchens.
As soon as his meal arrived Ser Jon Lynderly strode down from the second floor, it was him that Pod was looking for. “Well well, I see that my master at arms had a good sleep last night…” They had grown together, between them there was a bound of those hard to see.
“Aye, my lady…” Jon grinned, since they were young he had this habit. The young master at arms sat at the table with Pod. “So what do we have to do today?”
Pod swallowed a strip of bacon. “I need to train… I got to be ready for this tournament…” He took a sip of wine. “Do you know where could we do it?”
“Certainly… If my guess is right they might have a list built on the training yard of the Red Keep… Perhaps if you talk to your Uncle we might get permission to train there…” Jon said and asked the servant for a piece of bread.
“Then never worry… I have free access to it…” He turned to his squire. “Lars, please saddle Titan and prepare my gear…” His squire was the fourth son of Lord Royce.
When he was done with his meal he got up and said. “Jon, meet me there…” When Jon nodded he left.
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Mounted on Titan, a strong young black destrier, he arrived at the training yard. Jon, already clad in plate, arrived as soon as he had put on his training armor. “Ready, my Lady?” Jon screamed when he saw. The yard was empty so the master at arms had the permission to joke with Pod, he never did that in front of other people.
“Aye…” He mounted on Titan, Lars gave him his lance, he had a certain crotchet of having all his lances white and green as his house colors, and he went to the end of the lists. Jon went to the opposite side. They tilted the whole noon and after noon, only stopping to eat some lunch his uncle had sent them through a servant. In the end of it Pod was sore, they had broken almost all green and white lances they could find, but at least The Maester managed to unhorse Ser Jon a few times, believe, it was a hard task, Ser Jon was not the type that participated on tournaments but he wielded the lance almost as exquisitely and he could handle his horse.
(Pod’s Lance advances to Expert)
The Baelish Manse was full with his household, he sat on his place at the table and turned to a servant. “Lass, could you please fetch me some bacon, eggs and that strong Arbor Gold I’ve brought with my company from the Fingers…” He smiled at the young girl.
“As you wish, my lord…” She went to the kitchens.
As soon as his meal arrived Ser Jon Lynderly strode down from the second floor, it was him that Pod was looking for. “Well well, I see that my master at arms had a good sleep last night…” They had grown together, between them there was a bound of those hard to see.
“Aye, my lady…” Jon grinned, since they were young he had this habit. The young master at arms sat at the table with Pod. “So what do we have to do today?”
Pod swallowed a strip of bacon. “I need to train… I got to be ready for this tournament…” He took a sip of wine. “Do you know where could we do it?”
“Certainly… If my guess is right they might have a list built on the training yard of the Red Keep… Perhaps if you talk to your Uncle we might get permission to train there…” Jon said and asked the servant for a piece of bread.
“Then never worry… I have free access to it…” He turned to his squire. “Lars, please saddle Titan and prepare my gear…” His squire was the fourth son of Lord Royce.
When he was done with his meal he got up and said. “Jon, meet me there…” When Jon nodded he left.
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Mounted on Titan, a strong young black destrier, he arrived at the training yard. Jon, already clad in plate, arrived as soon as he had put on his training armor. “Ready, my Lady?” Jon screamed when he saw. The yard was empty so the master at arms had the permission to joke with Pod, he never did that in front of other people.
“Aye…” He mounted on Titan, Lars gave him his lance, he had a certain crotchet of having all his lances white and green as his house colors, and he went to the end of the lists. Jon went to the opposite side. They tilted the whole noon and after noon, only stopping to eat some lunch his uncle had sent them through a servant. In the end of it Pod was sore, they had broken almost all green and white lances they could find, but at least The Maester managed to unhorse Ser Jon a few times, believe, it was a hard task, Ser Jon was not the type that participated on tournaments but he wielded the lance almost as exquisitely and he could handle his horse.
(Pod’s Lance advances to Expert)