[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]King Tyget Crakehall - Crakehall castle[/h2][/color][/center]


Tyget sat, alone in his study at Crakehall, a short strip of paper in his hands. He read the message over and over again digesting it's content and the one claiming to have sent it. He had ordered the page who brought it to him to leave as soon as he had opened the damn thing, and must have sat there reading it for half an hour...

[i]"To the inspired lord Crakehall"[/i], Tyget supposed it was forgivable he had addressed him as lord and not king, [i]"It pains me to say this, but your aid is required beyond the wall, others ride again,"[/i], a frightening thought, it had been a mere few generations since Daenarys Targaryen had driven then back, but the nights watch were a superstitious bunch, [i]"and Dragonsteel is needed, you wield one of the few blades on this earth,"[/i], he put the note down a moment, looking down to Widow's Wail propped against the desk, he picked the blade up, drawing ir, examining the veins of red and black running down its length before re-sheathing the garishly ornamented sword... even so he had killed men with that blade, [i]"I am begging you, join the watchmen with your army, then return to your petty squabbles, as Stannis Baratheon once said, save the realm to win the throne, not win the throne to save the realm."[/i], the Lord commander seemed to have forgotten Stannis Baratheon failed to attain the throne and was killed by the returning Targaryen's, not a good example if he wanted Tyget's help, [i]"Your old friend, "Brynn"[/i], ... that one is what had really put Tyget on edge... Brynn? The bastards half brother sired by Tybolt Lannister? He had been killed by the Boltons... though the way the closing was written suggested otherwise. 

Brynn had been a mere boy when their father had discovered his parentage. Tyget had thought the move to have the lad killed was foolish, having a Lannister in service to House Crakehall would have been quite the boon, but his oaf of a father had sent him to the Boltons with Tybolt all the same. He supposed none of that mattered now... apparently he had lived and become lord commander of the nights watch... very interesting. He stared at the message a bit longer before finally setting it down and picking his own quill and parchment. He set to writing his reply,

[i]To the Lord commander of the nights watch,

In response to your request it regrets me to inform you that I am unable to acquiesce to your request at this time. Though such a 'petty squabble' as a war for the throne may be to you, I cannot simply March my Bannermen north to the wall, as my lands will be burned behind us by the traitors and usurpers who claim the tho throne for themselves. Similarly I cannot supply you with Window's Wail as the blade shall not leave my side, and I shall not journey to the wall while my enemies consolidate their own claims to the throne.

However, I can provide you with something. If you send a representative to Casterly Rock I will have him supplied with his pick of both it's dungeons and those of Crakehall castle, you may have as many prisoners as you want. I will also allow a small detachment of 50 of my own men to accompany him and those prisoners he takes to the wall, though they will not take the black they will be under your command. With them also I offer enough steel for armor and weapons to supply all the watchmen you have, though your representative must bring with him an estimate of your numbers. I hope this is enough to hold for now.

If this is Brynn... know that it was not I who sentenced you to death, my fool father was the one to pass that sentence. You would have been far more useful hear than at the wall. After I take the Iron throne in promise you, I will march all the armies of the seven kingdoms to the wall myself.

If you ever must send a message to me again, you will address me as your king.

King Tyget Crakehall, Lord of the seven kingdoms[/i]

Lord Crakehal sealed the letter with his personal seal, calling his page back to him and instructing the boy to take the letter to the rookery and have it sent to castle black, and that no one was to open it.

Tyget sighed as he returned to his study, taking his glass of wine from the table and moving to the balcony, surveying Crakehall castle beneath him. He could see the Banners of some of the lords already at his gates, answering his summons... he really was going to war. He drank deeply from his glass before setting on the bannister... soon he would have meet with the lords of the westerlands to discuss strategy as they would need to move soon, if they could take kings landing before anyone else Tyget's claim would hold stronger. He returned inside, replaced Widow's Wail at his hip, and made his way to his council chamber where the lords would no doubt be waiting for him.