Lord Tarly Returns...With Bad News

Lord Tarly Returns...With Bad News - RP Log Submitted by Nermal Tomsen

Nermal Tomsen running to the man and recoginzing him when close "Lord Tarly! It is you! A miracle, where have you been, how are you? you need a rest and a medic!"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) eyes widen as she spots the man bandaged and limping,"My Lord Tarly, welcome home!

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) limps over the cobblestones, slowly draggong his leg behind and using a crutch. Trying to walk as straight as possible, he increases the speed of his steps when he hears Nermal shout . Exhausstion on his bruised face, he stops and nods at the ranger and the lady. "Good day ... forgive me, I cannot bow well ..."

Nermal Tomsen steps close and helps lord Taryl "Come to the rangers tower, i will send word to your wife. You need to rest and i get a medic at once"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) shakes her head,"No reason to apologise, my lord."

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla): Would you like help, Lord Conklyn?

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla): I can get his lady.

Nermal Tomsen nods to Lady Cleao: "If you could call Lady Tarly?"

Nermal Tomsen: "Thank you, Lady Cleo"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) curtsies.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) straightens and tries to brush off Nermal's hand without appearing without manners. "I will walk ... I have walked most of the way." His face looks grim, and he clenches his chin, then nods at nermal and follows him.

 Nermal Tomsen pours Lord Tarly a cup of wine and offers it to him "Mylord, you look awfull. I have sent for a medic. he will be here in a minute i hope" Wondering "Its great you made it back. Where have you been? I couldnt find any trace of you!"

Yseulte Mistwood: BURSTS into the tower's lower room, looking around.......

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) collapses on a bench, panting.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) sits down slowly, a thankful slanted grin on his lips as he takes the wine and drowns it, as the door is flung open and he looks up to see Lady Cleo and his lady wife enter.

Yseulte Mistwood: She spots him sitting at a table and stops, looking at him, taking in his bandages and apparent injuries. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath, schooling herself to calm down and not embarrass him or the Tarly House. "M'Lord" her voice shakes and her legs barely support her as she curtsies.

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) reaches out to catch her as she suddenly collapses.

Nermal Tomsen nods at Lady Yse seeing her trembel: "I sent for the medic. would you please sit down, mmylady. you are rather pale"

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) helps Lady Yse to a chair and helps her sit.

Yseulte Mistwood: Leaning on Cleo for a moment I nod at Lord Nermal's words and make my way, on unsteady legs, to the chair across from Gared.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) catches his wife's eyes and looks at her, as she drops in the chair opposite him, taking a deep breath. He nods briefly and touches her hand with a bandaged one for a moment, then draws his hand back. "I am alive ... I have seen worse." He looks around the room, then at Nermal. "You have kept the place in order," he mentions.

Yseulte Mistwood: She stares at his gaunt and bruised face as he touches her hand. "Where have you been?" she asks in a soft wavering voice, fighting the tears that threaten to spill out.

Nermal Tomsen nods "Of course i have, Lord Tarly." smlining "Glad you noticed. But how about you? I was searching for you and the Gardener for one month. It was cursed. Not a single trace of you!"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) holds out the empty cup for more wine and looks at Yseulte, then at Nermal. "I cannot tell you where exactly I have been for all these weeks - they kept me blindfolded. I only know that we were moving, and by the smell of the air and the ground under my boots I believe that I was taken through the eastern part of the Reach. When they finally decided to release me, the left me bound and in an empty cabin in the woods a few days east of highgarden."

Yseulte Mistwood: "Food" she stammers. "Nermal, he needs some food. Some heavy beef broth and bread." I look into his battered face, longing to touch him. "Why did they let you go?"

Nermal Tomsen shakes his head: "The eastern part. They must have been hiding real well.2 Getting a plate with cold meat and more wine "Yes of course. Here you are. Where is this medic when you need him?" Sending a ranger to the inn to get some warm food "We will find a transport to your tower, mylord"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) nods at Nermal and drinks more from the wine. "Thank you." He grins at Yseulte, but the faint grin does not light up his haggard and gaunt face . His pale blue eyes look grim. "I cannot rest. I need to see the King. Why they let me go? I think they have someone else now they can ransom ..."

Yseulte Mistwood: "The King is not well. And neither are you. You must rest, m'Lord!" a hint of panic in her voice at the possibility that she will be kept from him even more.

Nermal Tomsen nods at Lady Yses words: "Yes, that true. The King hasnt been seen to often lately. They say the arrow wound is bad again. And we will find out soon eonough why they have let you go. Thank the gods they did"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) throws a glance at Lady Cleo, who seems to be listening intently, but has stayed silent, then lets his eyes meet first Yse's, then Nermal's. "The king is not well? What is it? I need to make my reports ..." He presses his lips together.

Yseulte Mistwood: "Your reports can wait!" she blurts out then raises her hand to her mouth. In a much softer tone "I mean ......... " I look up at Nermal.

Nermal Tomsen nods again at Lord Tarly "Yes, those arrow wounds are bad, he stays most of the time in his chambers. Usually the queen runs the royal duties at the moment." sighs "Even the little prince surley need a lot of time too" looking at Lady Tarly "I am not sure if the reports can wait, but we should see to transport Lord Tarly to your house and get the medic as soon as possible"

Yseulte Mistwood: "Oh yes, please!" She looks from Nermal to her husband, reaching a slender graceful hand across the table towards him. "Perhaps someone can come to you, m'Lord, and take the report. You need care.........." the expression on her face softens as she looks at him.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) stares at Nermal, his eyes hard. Then he slightly shakes his head and scratches his chin. His face seems battered and bruised, some of the bruises older and fading, and some appear rather fresh. "The queen ... I see. So she has born him a son?" His gaze flickers over to Yseulte for an instant. "I will confer with you then, Lord Nermal. Someone must know. And I suppose the Lannister woman will be interested to hear what words Allyn Gardener sends."

Yseulte Mistwood: She see's the hard look in his eyes and her insides clench.

Nermal Tomsen looks a bit suprised: "Yes mylord. as you wish" shaking his head looking over him "But you must get some help and treatment, you look awfull"

Yseulte Mistwood: Swallowing hard, her gaze on the table "M'Lord. May Lord Nermal come to you at your house?

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) laughs. "I suppose I do look terrible. Being captive in the hands of brigands and upstart captains probably does not improve ones charms." He turns serious again. "I will not drive a maester looking after me away. Yes, of course, he may. But I need to share Gardener's words before. The Seven know what will happen ..."

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) looks at everyone and is happy that her friend's husband has returned and saddened that he is hurt, She hopes that she's been a help to her.

Nermal Tomsen nods may i suggest that Lady Tarly and Lady Cleo go to your house to prepare everything and i will see a transport. so you can tell me the message for the graces?"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) nods briefly. "That will do." He grimaces when he shifts on his chair to take a slice of cold meat.

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) smiles,"Come, Lady Yse, let us go get things prepared."

Yseulte Mistwood: "No" she whimpers quietly then inhales deeply and nods, realizing that is the correct thing to do. "Very good, Lord Nermal." She rises, moves to her husbands side, bends over and very very gently places a kiss on his forehead.

Yseulte Mistwood: before leaving the tower with Lady Cleo.

Nermal Tomsen bows at the Ladies leaving "He will be with you in a moment"

Yseulte Mistwood: boldly and blatantly eaves dropping

Yseulte Mistwood: before leaving the tower with Lady Cleo.

Nermal Tomsen bows at the Ladies leaving "He will be with you in a moment"

Yseulte Mistwood: boldly and blatantly eaves dropping

Cleothyla Manderly (cleothyla) smiles at her curiousity.

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) eats a few bites. "Sit. It makes me nervous to see you standing there.... I will make it brief. I was not able to get a good glimpse at the forces, that have managed to flee Grassy Vale. They may be many, or few, it shames me, but I cannot say. The kept me blindfolded, and dragged me behind them most of the time, when not on a cart. Many of them are outlaws, that I am sure of. Now - why did he let me go ... I will tell you. They have the queen's brother."

Nermal Tomsen sighs: "they have the queens brother! That are grave news indeed. he did well during the grassy vale battle." shaking his head "do you know how he was being captured? Or in which direction the move?"

Gared Tarly (oberon.thorne) gulps down more wine. "Ahh, it is good to not have to eat morsels and scraps.They seem to have chanced upon the Lannister prince when he was returning with only a small escort. I do not know, where they are heading ... And Gardener sends these words ... If Highgarden affiliates more with the targaryens and their dragons, the Lannister prince will die." He pauses shorty and adds in a low voice, "Not that it would sadden me much. That man has no honour."

Nermal Tomsen looks at Lord Tarly with a blank expression: "I will report that to the Graces of course. Now we got to have you in a bed. I will escort you to your tower"