godkiller
"We are the Fury"
Southern Hospitality
King's Landing sprawled ahead of him, hot and hurried like some human anthill. The people were restless; hungry and frustrated from the war's ever tightening squeeze on the city's food supply. The city's paeace wouldn't last, Roddy knew. The common people would rebel soon for lack of food and then...
"You King's Landing men are something beastly, man. So you go to fight the King's war?", said the Knight, resplendent in his new scaled red armor. The sun's light seemed to make the soft-fitted scales shift and stir like candlelight, making the knight seem like he was aflame under the sun's heat. Indeed, things had been nice for them in South. Warm weather, sandy beaches and winning ways made it so many had grown rich, fat and forgetful in their peacetime. Roddy even thought he had too.
Roddy's eyes lowered at the thought.
"It looks to be that way. You'll no doubt be at the back".
The Knight leaned back on the bronze balcony railing of his house, "Yeah, Father says he wants me close enough to the fighting to slay some fools but far enough not to be slain. I guess that means at the very back". The Knight chortled, "But I have no doubt we'll win." The Knight turned his red steel and bucket hat (a new fashion in Southern states) to the towering Red Keep. "We know who the true king is and he sits his dumb arse on the throne. God will see our cause be true.
"Indeed he will. So I guess I'll see you on the battlefield. Tomorrow I head back", Roddy said.
The Southern laughed laughed, "Back? To the back of the King's army with me? Alright, alright."
"No, back to the North", Roddy replied soberly.
King's Landing sprawled ahead of him, hot and hurried like some human anthill. The people were restless; hungry and frustrated from the war's ever tightening squeeze on the city's food supply. The city's paeace wouldn't last, Roddy knew. The common people would rebel soon for lack of food and then...
"You King's Landing men are something beastly, man. So you go to fight the King's war?", said the Knight, resplendent in his new scaled red armor. The sun's light seemed to make the soft-fitted scales shift and stir like candlelight, making the knight seem like he was aflame under the sun's heat. Indeed, things had been nice for them in South. Warm weather, sandy beaches and winning ways made it so many had grown rich, fat and forgetful in their peacetime. Roddy even thought he had too.
Roddy's eyes lowered at the thought.
"It looks to be that way. You'll no doubt be at the back".
The Knight leaned back on the bronze balcony railing of his house, "Yeah, Father says he wants me close enough to the fighting to slay some fools but far enough not to be slain. I guess that means at the very back". The Knight chortled, "But I have no doubt we'll win." The Knight turned his red steel and bucket hat (a new fashion in Southern states) to the towering Red Keep. "We know who the true king is and he sits his dumb arse on the throne. God will see our cause be true.
"Indeed he will. So I guess I'll see you on the battlefield. Tomorrow I head back", Roddy said.
The Southern laughed laughed, "Back? To the back of the King's army with me? Alright, alright."
"No, back to the North", Roddy replied soberly.
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