You were raised in the shadow of Castle Karstark, the walls crumbling around you like the dreams of your forebears as the northern armies swept down, and though the keep fell in the first year, the lessons of its loss are still sharp in your mind: the taste of ash and smoke, the screams of your maids, the sound of wooden beams splintering under the blade.
A word on your first week
New Lords & Help ·