The Watcher on the Walls (Open)
Aug 8, 2012 2:53:58 GMT
Post by snow on Aug 8, 2012 2:53:58 GMT
Ice and snow were the only constant one received on the Wall. It had been only several months since he had first arrived at Castle Black, but even Jon Snow was beginning to recognize that quintessential fact of life. There was no comfort for those bound to the Wall, those bound in service never to know anything but the cold expanse of winter.
Yet, he reflected, there was light within the darkness. They were, after all, brother’s in their shared misery of never knowing anything else but the Wall. They had come together under various circumstance, some thieves and criminals accused of several crimes, others disgraced lords and nobles cast out of their families for the shame that they brought their house. Then, there was him, Lord Snow, the Black Bastard of the Wall. He might have been a bastard, but here on the wall none of those things mattered any more. They had sworn an oath and oath they were expected to fulfill to their dying breathe, and in exchange all of them were born anew. Here it didn’t matter what your past was, only the now, here they were all equal free men bound in brotherhood to protect the realm from all threats beyond the Wall; whether they be Wildings or White Walkers, it didn’t matter. They were all brothers of the Night’s Watch.
From his post atop the wall, Jon pulled his long black cloak tighter around him, trying to stave off the cold that surrounded him. Yet, it was no use, like he knew it would. No matter how hard he tried to stay warm on this blasted wall, there was just no reprieve. Ice and snow were the constant companions of all members of the Night’s Watch.
So here he was, Chief Steward of the Lord Commander, Jeor Mormont, mounted on the top battlements of Castle Black looking out beyond the wall; guard duty again, just like many nights before. It was a common occurrence to see Lord Snow seated on the top of the wall, his constant companion, the albino direwolf Ghost, sitting at his side. Yet, strangely enough, he had had fewer and fewer qualms about his assignments lately. Maybe he was finally getting used to being a steward instead of his desired ranger position, or maybe he was starting to believe Sam’s urgings that the Lord Commander was grooming him as his heir, he really wasn’t sure. Either way he had finally settled down into the monotonous existence that he led. Get up early in the morning and then do all of the Lord Commander’s whims for the day, and then he had Night Watch, which of course is where he currently sat, and then finally headed to bed somewhere around midnight. Sighing, Jon realized that he still had quite a few hours still left to go; but then again, it wasn’t all bad. At least it gave him time to think.
Reaching down to scratch Ghost behind the ear, Jon contemplated all that had happened to him since he had left Winterfell those many months ago. He realized, quite suddenly, that he was actually quite a lot happier here then he had ever been back home. True, back in Winterfell he had a father that deeply cared about him, but he was ‘The Bastard’ in everyone’s eyes; it colored his existence for a long time, and he was happy to finally leave it in the past. He was still a bastard, true, but it didn’t matter to anyone here, he was capable of defending the Wall right along with the rest of him. Here he was normal, here he had friends, here he had enemies that actually hated him and not ‘The Bastard’, here he… had a life. As weird as it was to say it, Jon felt as if his life hadn’t really begun until he had arrived at Castle Black and became a member of the Night’s Watch.
He would never wish to change his upbringing, as that was what had shaped him into the man he was today, but he just felt that his life had held little meaning before taking up the Black. After all, what worth does a Bastard named Snow have. Even if he was the baseborn son of the Lord of Winterfell, he was still exactly that, baseborn. He was blight on his father’s honor, a shame that he had to life with knowing that he had cheated on his Wife and Lady. Which is exactly why he had he had put up with Lady Catelyn’s scathing remarks and outright hostility towards him. After all, what right did he have in her home, serving as a constant reminder that she hadn’t been enough for her husband to satiate his desires? Here however, as a member of the Night’s Watch, he had a purpose. He was charged with defending the realm of Westeros from all those that wished to cause it harm from beyond the Wall. It was a noble destiny that many had died for, and he too would one day perish in defense of the Wall.
Sighing again, Jon continued to scratch his companion behind the ear as he looked out at the vast expanse of white beyond the Wall. And, as he continued to watch the landscape, feeling the snow fall all around him, he couldn’t help but think back. The Stark had always said that ‘Winter is Coming’, but, he thought as he drew his cloak closer once again, what if winter is already here?
((yes... it is my RP Sample... || I just wanted to get a beginning post up, that's all.))
Yet, he reflected, there was light within the darkness. They were, after all, brother’s in their shared misery of never knowing anything else but the Wall. They had come together under various circumstance, some thieves and criminals accused of several crimes, others disgraced lords and nobles cast out of their families for the shame that they brought their house. Then, there was him, Lord Snow, the Black Bastard of the Wall. He might have been a bastard, but here on the wall none of those things mattered any more. They had sworn an oath and oath they were expected to fulfill to their dying breathe, and in exchange all of them were born anew. Here it didn’t matter what your past was, only the now, here they were all equal free men bound in brotherhood to protect the realm from all threats beyond the Wall; whether they be Wildings or White Walkers, it didn’t matter. They were all brothers of the Night’s Watch.
From his post atop the wall, Jon pulled his long black cloak tighter around him, trying to stave off the cold that surrounded him. Yet, it was no use, like he knew it would. No matter how hard he tried to stay warm on this blasted wall, there was just no reprieve. Ice and snow were the constant companions of all members of the Night’s Watch.
So here he was, Chief Steward of the Lord Commander, Jeor Mormont, mounted on the top battlements of Castle Black looking out beyond the wall; guard duty again, just like many nights before. It was a common occurrence to see Lord Snow seated on the top of the wall, his constant companion, the albino direwolf Ghost, sitting at his side. Yet, strangely enough, he had had fewer and fewer qualms about his assignments lately. Maybe he was finally getting used to being a steward instead of his desired ranger position, or maybe he was starting to believe Sam’s urgings that the Lord Commander was grooming him as his heir, he really wasn’t sure. Either way he had finally settled down into the monotonous existence that he led. Get up early in the morning and then do all of the Lord Commander’s whims for the day, and then he had Night Watch, which of course is where he currently sat, and then finally headed to bed somewhere around midnight. Sighing, Jon realized that he still had quite a few hours still left to go; but then again, it wasn’t all bad. At least it gave him time to think.
Reaching down to scratch Ghost behind the ear, Jon contemplated all that had happened to him since he had left Winterfell those many months ago. He realized, quite suddenly, that he was actually quite a lot happier here then he had ever been back home. True, back in Winterfell he had a father that deeply cared about him, but he was ‘The Bastard’ in everyone’s eyes; it colored his existence for a long time, and he was happy to finally leave it in the past. He was still a bastard, true, but it didn’t matter to anyone here, he was capable of defending the Wall right along with the rest of him. Here he was normal, here he had friends, here he had enemies that actually hated him and not ‘The Bastard’, here he… had a life. As weird as it was to say it, Jon felt as if his life hadn’t really begun until he had arrived at Castle Black and became a member of the Night’s Watch.
He would never wish to change his upbringing, as that was what had shaped him into the man he was today, but he just felt that his life had held little meaning before taking up the Black. After all, what worth does a Bastard named Snow have. Even if he was the baseborn son of the Lord of Winterfell, he was still exactly that, baseborn. He was blight on his father’s honor, a shame that he had to life with knowing that he had cheated on his Wife and Lady. Which is exactly why he had he had put up with Lady Catelyn’s scathing remarks and outright hostility towards him. After all, what right did he have in her home, serving as a constant reminder that she hadn’t been enough for her husband to satiate his desires? Here however, as a member of the Night’s Watch, he had a purpose. He was charged with defending the realm of Westeros from all those that wished to cause it harm from beyond the Wall. It was a noble destiny that many had died for, and he too would one day perish in defense of the Wall.
Sighing again, Jon continued to scratch his companion behind the ear as he looked out at the vast expanse of white beyond the Wall. And, as he continued to watch the landscape, feeling the snow fall all around him, he couldn’t help but think back. The Stark had always said that ‘Winter is Coming’, but, he thought as he drew his cloak closer once again, what if winter is already here?
((yes... it is my RP Sample... || I just wanted to get a beginning post up, that's all.))
