[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]King Tyget Crakehall - several miles off Casterly Rock[/color][/h3][/center]

King Tyget was on his horse, galloping through the camp at speed, his Kingsguard mounted and riding to either side of him. The sounds of combat rang from the front of the camp, and Tyget was lucky enough to have been close when the sounds began. He and the Kingsguard rounded a final tent, a rather unexpected sight playing out before them. Three Crakehall men dead before a pair of... crows... one of which was engaging the captain of this detachment. Tyget almost ordered his Kinngsguard to kill everyone involved, but instead shouted a different order, [color=a187be]"STAND DOWN!"[/color], the Crakehall men immediately turned to their King, the captain taking a sword hilt to the jaw from one of the crows and being dashed to the ground. Tyget looked at his men and the crows, his helmet was on but the fury was writ on what of his face could be seen, [color=a187be]"What is the meaning of this? Explain crows."[/color]
Gerald looked up from the captain, his frown being replaced with a wide grin, and he stood straight, his sword being put back into his sheath, beckoning for Poxy to do the same, he gave a questioning glance, before complying. Gerald removed his cloak, it fell to the ground in a heap, allowing his face to be seen more easily, he was surprised he hadn't removed it earlier, though these "Warriors" barely held a candle to two crows, and the cape proved useful in distracting the fools, they were like lambs to the slaughter, though the captain provided a little fun. Nevermind that, his brother was present, it was time for a reunion.
"Hello brother, it's been a while hasn't it? I think it was something like nine years or so, nine years that you spent making yourself richer, that I don't mind, what I do mind is you wasting our time on a war so pointless it boggles my mind, I've seen first-hand what is up there, and you need to join us, there won't be a kingdom to come back to if you don't." Gerald pointed at his brother.
"Remove that helm! I want to see your face when I speak to a traitor to our family's good name!" He said, getting angrier and angrier with every word. Poxy simply clasped his hands together in front of his thighs, and whistled.
Tyget sat  on his horse, unmoving as his brother finished speaking, before dismounting the beast, Ser Payne and Falwell following suit without an order ever being given. He turned to Gerald, stalking towards the smaller man slowly, unlatching his helmet as he did, before removing it and dropping to the ground, coming to stand right before his crow brother. [color=a187be]"It is a sad day, when a crow deems himself worthy to judge a King. And if anyone in our family is a traitor its you Gerald, running off to join the crows when our bastard Lannister half brother was exiled there."[/color], before even the crow could react Tyget had drawn [i]Widow's Wail[/i] and had it at Geralds throat. Ser Payne and Falwell again drew their own blades just as fast, both moving to the side of their king and facing Poxy. For a moment it seemed like Tyget would skewer the crow then and there, before he began to chuckle. Such a rasping sound it was, as if his voice had not been used this way for many a year, and was a terrible thing. His men looked at their King quite confused, but it was the old captain who spoke up, "Y- your Grace? The cr-",  Tyget turned and swiftly kicked the downed man in the gut, doubling him over, [color=a187be]"Quiet you lowborn imbecile, you would dare attack a crow in the camp of your king? Get out of my sight you disgusting farmhand, go and clean yourself up... and get these bodies out of my sight NOW!"[/color], the men scrambled to do as they were bid, Tyget returning his blade to its sheathe and walking to Gerald, offering his hand, [color=a187be]"We have much to discuss brother, but I'd rather not do so here. Follow me to my tent, you and your... comrade will be given wine and food."[/color], he said before turning and moving to his tent, expecting to be followed.
Gerald looked on as his brother left, frowning, he hadn't expected it to go that way, but it turned out well, surprisingly.
"Are we really following him? How do we know he's not just going to slay us for killing his men?" Poxy chimed in, his eyes focusing on the many archers posted on the walls. Gerald turned to him, smiling and crossing his arms.
"Because I know Tyget, he pretends to be cold, but he's more emotional then he seems." The words surprised Gerald as they exited his mouth, to be honest, he barely believed them himself. Poxy didn't look satisfied, planting his arms akimbo and walking slowly past Gerald's right shoulder.
"And why does that make you think he won't kill us? He obviously blames you for leaving his court, and he thinks very little of me from what I can tell." He said, turning back towards Gerald. Gerald was confused, he thought Poxy to be stupid, brave to a stupid extent, not cautious and more a thinking man, the rangers obviously smoked too much of whatever plants they found on their rangings. But Gerald had to consider what Poxy had to say, he hadn't seen his brother in nearly a decade, an his first response was... confusing to say the least.
"...Seven hells, you're right, he's obviously not happy with me, and you're just a lowborn..." Poxy's face twisted in anger, and he opened his mouth to speak, only to be shut down by Gerald's thoughts.
"...Well, even if he is planning to kill me, it wouldn't bode well for his reputation, and a candidate to sit the Iron Throne needs a good reputation, so I say we follow him, no matter how arrogant and self-serving he is." Poxy looked skeptical for a second, before grudgingly shrugging and giving his close-eyed smile.
"Maybe he'll finally give us that song we were promised!" Gerald rubbed his forehead, frowning under his gauntlet.
"No, no he won't, and I never promised anything." Gerald turned away, and walked towards the tent, Poxy frowned, putting his head down and walking after him, kicking stones as he did. Gerald walked quickly, nearly bumping into a few soldiers on the way, eventually he saw his brother ahead, and he called after him, moving to a jog.
"By the Seven, how do you walk so fast? It's like racing a Dornish sand steed!" He slowed to a walk as he neared his brother, breathing more heavily than before.
Tyget's smile had disappeared now, his neutral stare back on his face as he neterd his tent, his brother panting next to him from having to run to catch up with the King. He turned to his Kingsguard, simply waving them outside as Poxy entered the tent, panting a bit less than Gerald but panting nonetheless, [color=a187be]"If the rest of the Nights watch is as out of shape as you two I may as well hand the wall to the wildlings. Sit."[/color], as he gave the command he gestured to the heavy Ironwood table surrounded by oak chairs. He walked to a smaller table with several glasses and a cask of wine, filling all three and placing two before his brother and the other crow, [color=a187be]'You'll find this Dornish wine superior to watever swill you drink up at the wall, I swear it by the old gods and the new."[/color], he smiled before seeing the crows were still apprehensive. He sighed, and downed his entire glass, giving the two a look, and moving back to the cask to re-fill it, [color=a187be]"It's not poisoned. If I wanted you two dead I'd have had Falwell skewerd you Gerald and Payne cut off your friends head. Now drink your damn wine and sit down."[/color], the King moved to his own seat, pulling a quill and parchment to him as he sat down,
 [color=a187be]"I know your here for what I promised,"[/color], as he talked he began to quickly write something on the parchment, before handing it to Gerald, [color=a187be]"Take this writ to Casterly rock, and then Crakehall. They'll provide the steel and men I promised. Now, with that out of the way, I would like first hand accounts of what is happening at the wall, and how our half brother, all bastard Brynn is. How did he become the Lord commander anyway?"[/color], Tyget sat straight faced across from where he expected Gerald to sit.
Gerald looked at his brother, pursing his lips and sitting in the chair, it was surprisingly comfortable. He took a swig of the wine, soft and delicious, just how he liked it.
"Well, there's not much of a story to that, Brynn went up north, lost his hair, read some books, boom, lord commander. He also doesn't go by Brynn anymore, he prefers Tyron, apparently it better represents his Lannister heritage or some bullshit." He took another swig, as he did, Poxy unbuckled his cloak, hanging it over his chair and sitting down.
"They call me Poxy by the way, 'cause my face is fucked." He chuckled to himself, leaning back in his chair and downing the wine. Gerald leant over the table, resting his head on his fist.
"Right now the Watch has around 25 thousand men, not enough to stop the North, never mind the walkers, an-"
In the midst of his entence Tyegt's squire Banefort burst through the tent flaps, two letters in his hand, [color=f7976a]"Ravens arrived your grace, two letters."[/color], the boy placed them on the table before Tyget who simply nodded and waved the boy out. Looking down at the two letters he saw the seals of Tully and Stark, two letters he had been awaiting with bated breath. He would move to open the Tully letter first, glancing at Gerald, [color=a187be]"Please continue, 25 thousand aye? Better than the time of the five kings at least."[/color], as he began to read the Tully letter.
Gerald looked on, with a concerned look on his face, taking a sip of the wine, and continuing.
"Aye, 25 thousand, most of 'em haven't even said their vows yet, a batch came in when Aegon put down that revolt in Flea Bottom, some can hold swords, others'd be better holding hoes and scraping horse shit off the walls." Poxy interrupted, holding out a hand and signaling for more wine. Gerald elbowed him, you shouldn't ask for more than you're given at a meeting, it's bad manners, though Poxy'd never been at a real meeting. Gerald cleared his throat, placing a fist to it as he did.
"We're grateful for any help we can get, though I'd be happy for you to put down your ambitions for just a second and come slay ice-beasts with us, it'll be just like when you used to spar with Brynn, and I sat in the castle watching, woefully unable to join in, of course it won't be just like that, it'll have more of me shitting my pant-"
As Gerald had been talking Tyget had been reading the Tully note, finishing the short letter before Gerald so eloquently mentioned horse shit and had picked up the letter from house Stark, not pausing as he listed to Gerald and ignored his low born friend. At first the letter was dissapointing, seeming to suggest Lord Rickard would remain neutral, until the phrase, [i]"A neutrality I am loathe, but able to break"[/i], catching Tygets attention... it would hold it the rest of the letter. As he read Tyget's face twisted into a scowl, slowly but surely rage filled his eyes until his brother brought up more shit, and Tyget stood growling, drew [i]Widow's Wail[/i] and slammed it point first into the table. The thick Ironwood, the strongest wood in all seven kingdoms, didn't stop the blade until it was embedded up to its middle in the table. Tyget picked up his wine, downed it, and slammed the glass into the table shattering it, a shout escaping his throat, [color=a187be]"HE WANTS MY DAUGHTER AND MY BLADE DOES HE! MAYBE I SHOULD MARCH MY MEN NORTH AND-"[/color], he growled again and wrenched his sword from the table, now pacing angrily in his tent, before fixing Gerald with a look that could kill a deer with ferocity alone, and pointed at the letter, [color=a187be]"Read that letter! Out loud!"[/color]
When Tyget yelled out and slammed the table, Poxy had fallen out of his chair in shock, he moved to stand, but upon seeing the King's rage, he remained where he was. Gerald was simply annoyed by the outburst, he'd had some things he wanted to say that he couldn't now. Tyget told Gerald to read the letter, and he complied, giving a crooked eyebrow to his brother as he did, as if to question his brother's reaction.
"I doubt that was neccessary brother, it's just a letter, let's see here..." The crinkling of paper in Gerald's hands filled the tent. He held a finger to his temple as he read, forgetting for a second that it was supposed to be out loud.
"Oh, sorry, let's see here...'Lord Tyget Crakehall, Warden and Lord Paramount of the West,
I write this to inform you that I do not acknowledge any claim you possess over the Iron Throne or the Seven Kingdoms. It is entitled to you by neither lineage nor inheritance, especially with the brother of the King still alive. Nor do I acknowledge the claim of Daenys, for the Tyrells claim to sieze the throne for the 'true Targaryean heir'. Not too bad, just not joining you, didn't realize not having a few men angered you. Now... Neutrality, loathed, Seven hells, this man is wordy, you could cut out a whole paragraph of this and not lose any... Gods... This man is mad!... This is not an alliance, this is Stark asking for your lands and your birthright! The ironborn? Why would we commit men to his fight?... Alright." Gerald gripped the letter in both hands and ripped it asunder, tearing it into many fine pieces. He shot to his feet, leaning over and pointing at the other letter.
"If that other letter is half as mad as this one then we have more pulp for our mills, Stark is sending an ultimatum, he has his sword back, he has a stable kingdom, and yet he asks for all that you have, all that [i]we[/i] have! I may be a brother of the watch, but even I'd spit on Stark as he passed me, I wish I had more words to describe how... infuriating this letter is... I should gather all the brothers originally from the west and ride south!... No... That's mad... But... I'd...Hmm" Gerald slumped back into his chair and became lost in his thoughts again.
Tyget's knuckles turned white he as he gripped Widow's wail and listened to the letter again, Stark was a damn mad man for sure... he asked not only for Tyget's own blade, and for his men to march back to Lannisport and abandon their march to Kings Landing, all of that he may have been able to stomach. But then, he had the GALL to ask for his ten year old daughter as what amounted to a HOSTAGE and then wed her to his son... Tyget truly did have half a mind to march on the north... but then he breathed deeply several times... surprised by his brothers concern on the affairs of his house. 
He sheathed his blade and turned slowly to his brother, before looking at Poxy, [color=a187be]"Ser Payne, Ser Falwell,"[/color], both Kingsguard stepped into the tent, blades sheathed, [color=a187be]"Seize the common crow."[/color], before either brother could react Payne and Falwell had Poxy in a vice, holding him up and unable to break their hold,
Tyget raised his hand to tell Gerald to remain seated, [color=a187be]"Do not rise Gerald... I have an offer for you."[/color], 
Tyget leaned on the table, looking his brother in the eyes, [color=a187be]"I am the true king of the seven Kingdoms... do you know what power that grants me? I may pardon any man of any crime, revoke any oaths, break any bonds of any man in my Kingdom... clearly you were not made for the Nights watch... your a Crakehall, the West is in your blood. Let me release you from your oaths, right here, right now. Let me make you a Carkehall again, and you can lead my army to Kings landing. The Norths support is... to important to simply refuse Stark, but I have no intention of allowing the Tyrells to strengthen their hold on the throne... I will need a man here, to lead my army while I crush the Iron born and negotiate with Lord Stark. I know your more skilled at strategy than my hopeless son and I'd rather have family leading my army than any lord... so, what do you say? How about you return to your family? And become the brother of the King."[/color]
Gerald reacted to the kingsguard detaining the other crow by standing up slightly, then sitting back down when asked, he listened to the King's proposal with his finger on his temple, frowning and yet not dismissing it. Upon the end of the king's speech, Poxy yelled out angrily.
"You fools! You'll die screaming! I'll be sure of it!" He struggled against the kingsguard, getting a few kicks and punches as he did, he didn't stop trying, no matter how much he was punished. Gerald held out a hand, signalling him to stop, Poxy did, barring his teeth angrily, Gerald stood up, as proud as a lord, and began to speak.
"I will, but, on a few conditions, firstly, you will release Poxy, and he will be the one to bring your men to the wall, if he tells of my betrayal, order them to kill him." He looked at Poxy as he said that, and Poxy's face crunched into a grimace.
"BOLTON! YOU ARE WORSE THAN ANYONE IN THE WATCH, YOU ARE A FREY! YOU ARE A TRAITOR! AND I WILL CUT YOU LIMB FROM LI-" Falwell pulled back a gauntleted fist, slamming it into the young crow's face, knocking out a tooth. Falwell then lifted him up, preventing him from doubling over. 
[color=fff200]"You'll speak more correctly to a lord crow, bastard!"[/color] Poxy hung his head, bleeding from his mouth, and moaning pitifully. Gerald looked at the young crow, pity visible on his face.
"My second condition, two hundred stags, if I do not get them within the week, I'll leave, and try my meddle in the warzone. My third condition, I will be called Prince, and will be your heir if your son happens to fall in battle." He then held his hand over the table, offering it to Tyget.
"Deal?"
Tyget smiled, chuckling a bit more in his raspy way, [color=a187be]"Two hundred stags? Brother youve been at the wall to long, a Crakehall wont take a shit for less than 200 gold dragons! You'll have the wealth of your family, and an army to lead!"[/color], his smile dissapeard as he approached Poxy, looking the man in the eyes, [color=a187be]"Poxy right? You will take this writ to the Castellans of Casterly Rock and Crakehall castle. They will give you steel enough for 25,000 men, and you will take your pick of our dungeons. 50 of my men will accompany you, if anyone asks you are the only crow the lord commander sent. When you return to the wall, you will tell lord commander Tyron Lannister that Gerald was slain in a bandit attack along the road. If you do not do any of the things I just told you to, my men will cut you down, and the wall gets nothing. If you ever try to tell the lord commander, my men will cut you down, cut him down, and take control of the nights watch... do I make myself clear Poxy?"[/color], he would then step back, and wave his hand to signal Poxy be released. As they did the Kingsguard stepped back and drew their blades, in case he tried something stupid.
Poxy held the body parts that the guardsmen had gripped tightly, before nodding and speaking to the King
"You make yourself very clear M'lord, not a word to anybody, I swear it on my vows... on my life I mean." He crouched down, sore from the beating he got, spitting out blood from his missing tooth. Gerald looked at Poxy, pitying the young man, before walking over, crouching next to him, and telling him a few words of wisdom.
"It'll be fine, just as you do everything he told you to, got it? He said, in a tone that he often used around children. Poxy nodded several times in quick succession, a weak little weasil in a scary place, he'd no actions to make that didn't involve him being a traitor in some way, and Gerald nearly felt bad.
Nearly. Gerald turned to the King, putting a hand on his chin.
"As I am a member of the royal family, I'd assume that gives me the ability to order your kingsguard, as such, Falwell! Payne! Haul this crow to the stables, make sure he follows orders." Gerald turned away as he gave the order, the kingsguards looked at eachother, shrugged, and dragged the young crow out of the tent. His face one of fear and confusion, before the tent closed off his face. Gerald turned back to the king, sitting back down.
"I'm sorry that I sent them away, but we both know how safe we really are." He said quietly, giving his brother a smile.
"So, any other plans before we wrap this up?" He inquired, placing his hands on the table, and finishing the last swig of that wine.
Tyget nodded to his brother, [color=a187be]"Just a few parts of my plan... though this has changed things considerably. I will ride first to Lannisport with 15,000 of our men, leaving you 35,000, more than enough to take Kings Landing. I will then ride to Crakehall and..."[/color], Tyget gripped his sword hard again, before letting his useless rage subside, [color=a187be]"Prepare my daughter for... *sigh* for wardenship to Lord Stark and marriage to his son."[/color], Tyget slumped in his chair, he had expected to allow his daughter to choose her own husband... though that luxury had just been taken from her... he snapped at his squire, who had walked in following the Kingsguards exit, to fill a second glass. Once he had it, he downed it before continuing. 
[color=a187be]"My son, who may get along better with you, though I expect you'll be as disapointed as I when..."[/color], he snapped at Banefort again, who hurriedly left the tent, [color=a187be]"When you learn of his... tastes. You and he will march to Harrenhal, where my son will break off with 2,000 men and meet Jullon Tully's son and his 10,000 Rivermen. If my son is as charming with Lord Tully as he is with everyone else I believe the Riverlands will join with you by the time you reach Kings landing. If our cousin Kevan is able to do what he must, the gates will be open for you. Slaughter any Tumbelton who does not throw his blade down at your coming, and try to not kill Wilas if you can avoid it."[/color] Tyget stood now, looking his newly reinstated brother in the eyes, [color=a187be]"I'll officially break your vows in the morning, in front of our vassals. For now... go get some real damn clothes on, and get rid of that filthy crow garb. I'll have armor for you tomorrow. Now, rest, you rode a long way and alot has chaged for you Prince Gerald."[/color], Tyget looked at Ser Payne who had just returned, and motioned for him to take Gerald to his own tent. After they were gone Tyget filled his glass again and downed it... he couldn't get his daughter out of his mind... maybe she'd like the north... she always talked about how she liked the direwolves... Tyget felt the tears and wiped them away, he was King damnit, a King wept for no one... But he did anyways.