Sitting at the gates quietly deep in thought because of Harrighfield situation before the open gates. A greedy man trying to size the lands of the Weades for his own. With no shred of honor or loyalty, how could this man fall so low and forgot honor. As deep in thought as Rolland had been though he wasn't immune to what was coming. Feeling the gap in the winds long before the guards hollered as they spotted figures on the approach. The cold northern winds never lied, warriors the smell alone told him who they were. His whale hunting days still left his senses keen.
"Captain a group appro...." Rolland held his hand up to the guard. Staring at the men, his slightly spooked at the sight of them but with a quick jolt of the reigns he regained firm control of his mount. Studying men, sizing them up as a precaution. Forgetting that Gidja had come along, lost in his focus until the woman had sounded out an alarm more or less without an approval. But before he could react it sounded out and would reach the lord regent shortly. He'd make sure to reprimand the woman later for sounding out an order even if it had been inadvertently sounded.
He didn't make a sound to Joakim sounded out, as the young lord was approaching quick enough to find out for himself. Gripping Ice Fang with his right hand poised to strike if needed as he rode out with Joakim to meet the company of men. Even with the nodded he remained on ends about letting this group of brigands in. If it was Joakim's will though he'd have no choice in obeying, no matter how much it would tax him.
Riding back threw the gates, standing his mount to the left watching the foreigners go threw and later the caravan. Exhaling a sigh he had hopped for little excitement but with strange men and the caravan. Dismounting from his horse,ignoring the man that she had just spoken with for the moment. "Gidja a moment." Standing with the woman at her watch. Staying quiet to show he had been miffed about the incident earlier.
"Don't sound of an alarm or voice out your thoughts so loudly next time." Taking a breath as the winds whipped, standing without so much as a shiver or sign of being cold. "To do so could cause panic and chaos, we have enough on our plates right now. And with more coming it would do best to keep quiet. It is what the command chain is for." Starring off into the distance as he spoke but his words came out like the crack of a whip. "Tomorrow you'll have guard at the Northern gate." Knowing full well it was the most lonely and boring of places, one he reserved for punishment.
"Don't disappoint me again or I'll have to reconsider another for my right hand." He had considered the woman for the position of his lieutenant and second in command for a good while since his last had been killed in a bear hunt not two months prior. Tapping her shoulder in reassurance before taking his leave to check on the caravan.
Looking over the people he could do nothing but sigh at the people. Most if not all of them weren't used to the cold, exhaling a sigh as he looked at all of them. His eye was taken by a young woman and what seemed to be her child. And from the looks of it that had nothing besides the clothes on their back. Taken back from the woman's green eyes he couldn't help to interject.
"Here." Offering his thick white bearskin cloak to keep them a little warmer. "What are you and your son doing so far from your homes in the south?"
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Jovan stayed up all night yet again, perhaps it was the fact he couldn't close his eyes anymore but he didn't waste the time by any means. Spending the night hours by candle light writing his latest book. A new book on tactics and warfare, it probably wouldn't get far though with most lords and vassals keeping to the old traditional ways of fighting relying in brute strength. Oh how he yearned to make a mockery of these current fools but the fighting was done so he'd have to wait for yet another opportunity to show them how war was truly waged. Plus to whip up a few inventions he'd put to paper but like his book, the old and bloody way of war would prevail.
Looking over he noticed Ayca stirring in the bed, he got up gripping his cane tightly to pull himself up. Walking to the door, looking out as the morning hours approached waving to an attendant to come. "Please make ready our horses." Nodding the lady had left to prepare for their departure but before he closed the door. Firstly was the his cousin Amber had been de-throned in the midst of the night and the second was the Harrighfields were preparing for war against the Weades. First the wolf, then the bear. The news was grim enough for him to wake his paramour early. Tapping at her thigh with his cane, "Ayca wake up. We have to go and quick."
Ayca rubbing her eyes as she woke up. "Wha...." Knowing Jovan better than most she could tell in his eyes it was an urgent matter, one that he would press himself more than he should. Nodding as she got up quickly to dress and pack their things and depart. Within the hour they'd been ready, handing the madam another small sack of coin for her troubles before they had departed. The rumors flying about his cousin had fled were already the talk of the town, the other half was about the forces marching on the north. Despite the pain circulating threw his being he knew that time was of the essence.
With their journey further north it had grown increasingly colder to the points where the winds were nipping at them, Jovan however with his illness didn't mind it as much as Ayca had every strap of winter clothing on they'd brought with them. From the winds were lashing out a blizzard was coming and it wasn't close behind them, but as fortune would behold they were getting closer to their destination. The last sign indicating as much. With the approach over the last hill they could see Wintershouse on the horizon. "Finally some heat. Lets go." Ayca sounded out, Jovan couldn't help himself to let a slight laugh as the duo press their horses on.
Coming up to the southern gates. Presenting his ring to the guard, which was his official seal. "Jovan Athos, coming to pay my respects to my secondary father." From rumor and hear say the guard posted knew who he was, plus with the ring it was undoubtedly sure. "Go ahead Sir, they've gathered in the hall for a feast." With a courtesy nod Jovan and Ayca pressed threw onto the main keep.
After Ayca had helped Jovan down, the two walked threw the halls closer to the feasting hall. "Remember northern folk are much different than us. So please be careful in your wording." Nodding after he had spoke and since she was a child of south she'd heed his words since she never officially meet a person from the northern part of the kingdom.
Jovan made his way slowly into hall where everyone was being feasted. He had to wonder why they were feasting, war was coming and Joakim was in charge still but when he turned to corner he seen Gregar. Indeed it was news for a feast. Also he caught sight of Amber, Tomas and Joakim too. Strange the gods would have them all here but it was welcomed.
Jovan in his approach didn't say a word as he came up to Gregar with Ayca. Instead letting his silence speak for him until he had come close enough. "My lord, my lady." Bowing first to Gregar, then to Amber. "Do you have room for one more at your table. Your old friend is tired would like a seat."
Ayca bowed before them, Jovan didn't though. Knowing well enough he command enough respect here and apart from his illness that it wasn't required. Looking to his cousin Amber, he wanted to know what had happened at her keep. But he knew better than to ask such a question in front of the nobility of the north around him.
"Captain a group appro...." Rolland held his hand up to the guard. Staring at the men, his slightly spooked at the sight of them but with a quick jolt of the reigns he regained firm control of his mount. Studying men, sizing them up as a precaution. Forgetting that Gidja had come along, lost in his focus until the woman had sounded out an alarm more or less without an approval. But before he could react it sounded out and would reach the lord regent shortly. He'd make sure to reprimand the woman later for sounding out an order even if it had been inadvertently sounded.
He didn't make a sound to Joakim sounded out, as the young lord was approaching quick enough to find out for himself. Gripping Ice Fang with his right hand poised to strike if needed as he rode out with Joakim to meet the company of men. Even with the nodded he remained on ends about letting this group of brigands in. If it was Joakim's will though he'd have no choice in obeying, no matter how much it would tax him.
Riding back threw the gates, standing his mount to the left watching the foreigners go threw and later the caravan. Exhaling a sigh he had hopped for little excitement but with strange men and the caravan. Dismounting from his horse,ignoring the man that she had just spoken with for the moment. "Gidja a moment." Standing with the woman at her watch. Staying quiet to show he had been miffed about the incident earlier.
"Don't sound of an alarm or voice out your thoughts so loudly next time." Taking a breath as the winds whipped, standing without so much as a shiver or sign of being cold. "To do so could cause panic and chaos, we have enough on our plates right now. And with more coming it would do best to keep quiet. It is what the command chain is for." Starring off into the distance as he spoke but his words came out like the crack of a whip. "Tomorrow you'll have guard at the Northern gate." Knowing full well it was the most lonely and boring of places, one he reserved for punishment.
"Don't disappoint me again or I'll have to reconsider another for my right hand." He had considered the woman for the position of his lieutenant and second in command for a good while since his last had been killed in a bear hunt not two months prior. Tapping her shoulder in reassurance before taking his leave to check on the caravan.
Looking over the people he could do nothing but sigh at the people. Most if not all of them weren't used to the cold, exhaling a sigh as he looked at all of them. His eye was taken by a young woman and what seemed to be her child. And from the looks of it that had nothing besides the clothes on their back. Taken back from the woman's green eyes he couldn't help to interject.
"Here." Offering his thick white bearskin cloak to keep them a little warmer. "What are you and your son doing so far from your homes in the south?"
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Jovan stayed up all night yet again, perhaps it was the fact he couldn't close his eyes anymore but he didn't waste the time by any means. Spending the night hours by candle light writing his latest book. A new book on tactics and warfare, it probably wouldn't get far though with most lords and vassals keeping to the old traditional ways of fighting relying in brute strength. Oh how he yearned to make a mockery of these current fools but the fighting was done so he'd have to wait for yet another opportunity to show them how war was truly waged. Plus to whip up a few inventions he'd put to paper but like his book, the old and bloody way of war would prevail.
Looking over he noticed Ayca stirring in the bed, he got up gripping his cane tightly to pull himself up. Walking to the door, looking out as the morning hours approached waving to an attendant to come. "Please make ready our horses." Nodding the lady had left to prepare for their departure but before he closed the door. Firstly was the his cousin Amber had been de-throned in the midst of the night and the second was the Harrighfields were preparing for war against the Weades. First the wolf, then the bear. The news was grim enough for him to wake his paramour early. Tapping at her thigh with his cane, "Ayca wake up. We have to go and quick."
Ayca rubbing her eyes as she woke up. "Wha...." Knowing Jovan better than most she could tell in his eyes it was an urgent matter, one that he would press himself more than he should. Nodding as she got up quickly to dress and pack their things and depart. Within the hour they'd been ready, handing the madam another small sack of coin for her troubles before they had departed. The rumors flying about his cousin had fled were already the talk of the town, the other half was about the forces marching on the north. Despite the pain circulating threw his being he knew that time was of the essence.
With their journey further north it had grown increasingly colder to the points where the winds were nipping at them, Jovan however with his illness didn't mind it as much as Ayca had every strap of winter clothing on they'd brought with them. From the winds were lashing out a blizzard was coming and it wasn't close behind them, but as fortune would behold they were getting closer to their destination. The last sign indicating as much. With the approach over the last hill they could see Wintershouse on the horizon. "Finally some heat. Lets go." Ayca sounded out, Jovan couldn't help himself to let a slight laugh as the duo press their horses on.
Coming up to the southern gates. Presenting his ring to the guard, which was his official seal. "Jovan Athos, coming to pay my respects to my secondary father." From rumor and hear say the guard posted knew who he was, plus with the ring it was undoubtedly sure. "Go ahead Sir, they've gathered in the hall for a feast." With a courtesy nod Jovan and Ayca pressed threw onto the main keep.
After Ayca had helped Jovan down, the two walked threw the halls closer to the feasting hall. "Remember northern folk are much different than us. So please be careful in your wording." Nodding after he had spoke and since she was a child of south she'd heed his words since she never officially meet a person from the northern part of the kingdom.
Jovan made his way slowly into hall where everyone was being feasted. He had to wonder why they were feasting, war was coming and Joakim was in charge still but when he turned to corner he seen Gregar. Indeed it was news for a feast. Also he caught sight of Amber, Tomas and Joakim too. Strange the gods would have them all here but it was welcomed.
Jovan in his approach didn't say a word as he came up to Gregar with Ayca. Instead letting his silence speak for him until he had come close enough. "My lord, my lady." Bowing first to Gregar, then to Amber. "Do you have room for one more at your table. Your old friend is tired would like a seat."
Ayca bowed before them, Jovan didn't though. Knowing well enough he command enough respect here and apart from his illness that it wasn't required. Looking to his cousin Amber, he wanted to know what had happened at her keep. But he knew better than to ask such a question in front of the nobility of the north around him.