Lord Varys's page

Little bird who clipped your wings? The portly eunuch asks a young man laying in a bed of hay inside a horse stable. Fffox. The young man struggles to respond. Oh dear me, were it not so busy around here I would just send the hound to deal with that one, perhaps the enemy of my enemy will do. Thank you little one, I bring you sweet release, sleep now. The large man revels some milk of the poppy out of his sleeve and gives it to the broken man. Varys turns to walk out just as a stable boy enters with a young mare. Oh my, you are too good at your job, I had hoped it would take you longer to finish those duties He says casually while removing a thin blade from his belt and running it through the smiling lad's throat. Too many little fingers in my pie. He thinks to himself as he walks out of the stable.

Congradulations you made it past the intro and are at Ch 1! You all gain 1 level, 1 Hero Point(APG for rules on Hero Points.) Salamae you will gain your level after you resolve your intrigue. You all have roughly a day befor the feast(some of you are ahead of each other by a day or so, averaging it out to let you all post preparations for the feast). Some of you I had to rail road a bit, appologies, but needed to maintain the story a bit and keep you relativly together. Salamae I know it seems you did not do as much to warrent a level probably, but this could be a reflection of past experiance catching up. Good job overall, I am enjoying this game a lot and think you are all doing well.

... So dress warm my little bird and fly north. If winter is coming I want to know how much wood I shall need for the fire. Fire is just the thing to keep wolves at bay, and the winter always brings the wolves. Don't fly too close or you will test their fangs. Now go with the seven I have much to prepare.

With a slight nod the young common looking man leaves the room. As he walks out another one walks in almost identical in apperance.

So you have finally come back, well?

The young man stutters before finally responding She got away from Valar's men, but she is being guarded by Lord Mors of Castle Black. The young man hangs his head in shame.

Valar is a clumsy brute, but they don't listen do they? Very well little bird, fly to the rookery and fetch me a raven.

The young man leaves and closes the door behind him. Lord Varys stares out the window and muses to himself Pity, I had high hopes for that one,but one can not tolerate faliure on such a scale. No wait I can... the feint cry is heard briefly then quickly silenced. Varys turns to the door, then glances back out the window one last time.Winter is coming.I always liked Ned Stark. Pity.