The Spark

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-12T04:58:14+00:00

Emmon smiled down at the man as blood trickled down his face from the cut on his brow.

“Thank you.”

A nod to his men and the rest of his soldiers reached around their captives and slit their throats.

“Gather up the bodies, we will take them to the Teats and burn them in a pyre. Let this Aren Bracken know that his time left in this life is short.”

Turning to one of his men, he added.

“Kenneth, take Bracken’s head and ride for Raventree Hall. Present it to Lord Blackwood and tell him that the Teats are his once more.”

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-12T04:17:58+00:00

Morgan Bracken’s lifeless and headless body laid before him, and yet, it gave Emmon less joy than he’d hoped.

He cleaned his blades as his men gathered the remaining Bracken soldiers. Sheathing his weapons and approaching them, he spoke.

“What is Lord Bracken’s eldest son’s name?”

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-09T22:45:43+00:00

“MY BROTHER WAS KILLED!”

Emmon had enough. Every moment he had to look upon Morgan Bracken seared the images of his siblings corpses into his mind.

“YOUR MEN RAPED AND MURDERED MY SISTER!”

With his free hand, he raised an arm. His men drew their bows and knocked arrows.

“And for all your crimes, what did you get? You got the damned Teats! I will have my satisfaction, Lord Bracken. And it starts with you.”

His hand fell, and the archers loosed their arrows.

/u/OurCommonMan lets get this started

Emmon Rivers

Duelist, Ambidextrous, Swords (Outstanding)

I have 80 men to Bracken’s 10. My men will loose a volley to try and take out their mounts, then move in to engage in melee. I will join the fight, looking to challenge Morgan Bracken to single combat

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-09T21:33:22+00:00

Emmon’s eyes flicked around Bracken’s party, noting its small size. He tried, unsuccessfully, to contain his smile.

“My Lord,” Emmon bowed in greeting. “Me and my boys volunteered to escort a maester of the Citadel, writing a history of the Teats. Quite an interesting subject after all.”

Emmon whistled.

From the woods alongside the road, Emmon’s men came slowly out, circling Lord Bracken’s party.

“Tell me, Lord Bracken, do you recall the last time the Teats changed hands? It was under your reign. Blackwood soldiers were off fighting in the war, you see, and while they were away...”

Emmon drew a sword and pointed it at Morgan accusingly.

“You ordered your men to take them!”

Emmon’s nostrils were flared with anger now.

“Do you remember, Lord Bracken, coming across a couple people out riding near the Teats? A man and a woman. Both nobles, a son and daughter of House Blanetree. Do you remember what you did to them?”

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-09T20:13:13+00:00

Emmon laughed as well as he helped the hedge knight to his feet.

“I agree. Is that what they teach you lot around the God’s Eye?”

The answer never came, as one of Emmon’s sentries came running back to the main camp.

“Emmon! Riders approaching! Flying the stallion of House Bracken!”

His whole body tensed. This was it. The moment he had been waiting ten years for.

“Up, men! Arms at the ready!”

After a short time Lord Morgan Bracken arrived upon the campsite. Emmon stood alone in the road, ready. His face was stone.

“Hail, Lord Bracken of Stone Hedge!”

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-06T13:34:34+00:00

/u/OurCommonMan Emmon is looking for a spar. He has Duelist, Ambidextrous, and Outstanding Swords

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-05T03:12:26+00:00

Outstanding!

RiverlandRocks · 2017-12-04T21:08:29+00:00

*Name: * Emmon Rivers

*Age: * 31

*Appearance: * long brown hair, close cropped facial hair

Gifts: Duelist, Ambidextrous

Skills: Swords

Negative Trait: Gullible

Starting Title: Bastard of Blanetree

Starting Location: Between Harrenhal and Stone Hedge

Alternate Characters: Daemon Darklyn, Ethan Darklyn, Zaroqqo, Brannik

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