Lion at the Gate (Lena/Matilys/Brynden)
May 27, 2012 18:24:54 GMT
Post by Torin Lannister on May 27, 2012 18:24:54 GMT
Ser Torin watched as Lena dismounted and put some distance between herself and her horse. When Matilys asked about stopping the Lannister simply leaned down to reply quietly. "If she would have needed us to stop over such a small thing, I would not have married her." Ser Torin had married the warrior daughter of Jon Arryn, not some gentle flower like Sansa Stark.
Eventually they arrived at the Great Castle and Ser Torin dismounted, reaching up to assist his little cousin in getting down. The horse was quite big and dismounting would have been awkward for the girl. With a rise of his hand half a dozen Knights stepped up to guard the little Lannister. There was a dead heat in the air now and the sun was just beginning to set. Ser Torin stretched so that stiff limbs could loosen, the little 'crack' he heard coming from his shoulders was a sweet relief.
His checked his blade was secure, the bastard sword Deathroar. His considered it something of a symbol of office. While often it was worn on his back, now he relocated it to his waist, kept in place by a sword-belt. Fully adorned in his golden and red plate armour he was a sight to behold. Six foot six and two hundred and sixty pounds, he was like a juggernaut from myth. Nothing was needed to separate him from his men, he was distinct enough, but he removed his helm none the less and handed it off to a boy that was squiring for him this day.
The thin path that led to the Eyrie was full. As far back as the eye could see it was Lannister and Vale soldiers, loyal to Ser Torin Lannister & Lena Arryn. He cast his gaze over Ser Brynden, then Lena and lastly little Mati. They were ready. The heavy pounding of plate boot on stone signaled his movement into the Eyrie as he made his way towards the Solar, flanked by Lannister Knights, where Lysa the Usurper would be found with her boy, little Robert. The claim she hid behind for her own control of the Vale.
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At the Eyrie
At the Eyrie
Eventually they arrived at the Great Castle and Ser Torin dismounted, reaching up to assist his little cousin in getting down. The horse was quite big and dismounting would have been awkward for the girl. With a rise of his hand half a dozen Knights stepped up to guard the little Lannister. There was a dead heat in the air now and the sun was just beginning to set. Ser Torin stretched so that stiff limbs could loosen, the little 'crack' he heard coming from his shoulders was a sweet relief.
His checked his blade was secure, the bastard sword Deathroar. His considered it something of a symbol of office. While often it was worn on his back, now he relocated it to his waist, kept in place by a sword-belt. Fully adorned in his golden and red plate armour he was a sight to behold. Six foot six and two hundred and sixty pounds, he was like a juggernaut from myth. Nothing was needed to separate him from his men, he was distinct enough, but he removed his helm none the less and handed it off to a boy that was squiring for him this day.
The thin path that led to the Eyrie was full. As far back as the eye could see it was Lannister and Vale soldiers, loyal to Ser Torin Lannister & Lena Arryn. He cast his gaze over Ser Brynden, then Lena and lastly little Mati. They were ready. The heavy pounding of plate boot on stone signaled his movement into the Eyrie as he made his way towards the Solar, flanked by Lannister Knights, where Lysa the Usurper would be found with her boy, little Robert. The claim she hid behind for her own control of the Vale.