Posts by Thresher15

"I'm begging for your help, Your Grace. The rebels will say that you no longer care about Storm Peak, if indeed you cared at all,"Varwynd knew he was walking on rotten ice with the words he choose. If the king took the the wrong way, it could mean his head. "There could be rebels in with the troops I send you, or the troops I train. If Storm Peak rebels, where will you turn for an army?"

Here he paused to let his words sink in,"If you send your knights, it's proof that the rebels lie, and the rumours will die. If you don't send knights it's proof that the king no longer cares about his northern people. Why should you send your knights for nothing? Call it a show of faith, Your Grace," Varwynd finished, not sure if he had convinced the king.

Varwynd had to resist the urge both to draw his sword, and to snap back at the king. Instead, he pushed down his anger and said," Storm Peak is the name of my territory, Your Grace, Storm's Haven is the name of my city. I'm sorry for wasting your time, I'll turn to one of the other lords for help," With that said, he bowed to the king and turned away.

(Dany, Jon and *cringes* Jaime Lannister, are some of my favourite characters.)

"Gods be good," Varwynd said softly, looking over the king's shoulder,"Is that a dragon?" He'd never seen one before, and he wanted to be sure he wasn't the only one see this.

Varwynd drew his sword and heard the comforting whisper of steel on leather. He wasn't going to let the Queen be harmed. Instead, he would take the punishment for drawing steel against the king. If it proved that there were rebels in Storms Haven, that was even better than dying for no reason.

I guess that makes Varwynd a Baratheon. He controls Storm Peak and lives in Storm Haven.

"Lancelot, tell your wolf to give me the dagger," Varwynd said, thrusting his sword back into it's sheathe,"I'll not hurt the dragon, or the queen, but I think it's best we don't have an armed animal in the room." There was too much tension in the room, and the last thing they needed was for someone to be bitten.

A brilliant idea

Hearing the king's blade being drawn, Varwynd's own blade leapt free of it's sheath, and then danced between the dragon and the king's blade. "My lord, what if we were to build a massive pit for it? We could build it beside your palace so the queen could still visit it, but it wouldn't be allowed to roam free. If you could tame it, a dragon would be most useful in battle."

Spoiler for Got season 4

Varwynd stormed away form the king's chambers seething. So he was a minor lord who couldn't protect his own city, was he? He held the northern border, he kept the commoners under control, and that was his thanks? Perhaps the rebels are right, and the king no longer cares about his country,He thought and then stopped in his tracks. He was angry, but that was no reason to think like that.

Varwynd sat near the lowered end of the table, talking with the lesser lords and nobles. If he had wanted, he could have sat near the king and queen, but he had no wish to sit near the king, not after what he had said. The words had wounded his pride, nothing more, but he still questioned whether the king was doing the right thing. Saying anything like that was equal to treason, so he kept his mouth shut. He was still a loyal lord.

Varwynd fought against the guards to get to the doors and help his king. If the king only had one other knight with him, he would welcome another sword right? Besides, Varwynd had learned swordplay at an early age, he could take care of himself, and hopefully the king as well.

"Allow me to assist you, sire," Varwynd said from the shadows, where he stood. He half expected to be told to leave, and waited with one hand on his sword hilt.

Appearance: [img width=510 height=364]http://media.wizards.com/image…ur/cardart_gjksbjra8p.jpg[/img]
Name: Sariel
Gender: male
Age: 256, or 25 in Efreet years
Species: Efreet
Personality: He's kind, but he's got a temper. He hate's that he can't touch his friends without burning them, and wishes he could change that.
Weapon: His hands
Special Ability: He can control fire
Other: none

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Sariel softly walked into the kitchen, sparks trailing behind him. There where almost to many people there, so he stayed by the doorway, watching the interactions with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. They were all so young, except the Phoenix, Ember was her name?

"Hail Meadow," Sariel said, as he moved to sit down at the table. He wasn't very hungry, but Sky had made food for him, and he couldn't refuse.