Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26861992-20170126213027/@comment-26065062-20170202220125

As soon as word reaches the council, Robar draws his valyrian-steel blade "Ye shalt not be sheathed 'til the Oathbreaker falls,"  and storms through his castle fully armoured, calling the marshals and lords to muster all troops and the men to arms. "Oathbreaker! Vile serpent! The blood of Valyria has grown thin in this one! To arms First Men! We march at dawnbreak to avenge our kith and kin!  Raise the cry! The Targaryen lizards are damned by the gods, criminal of incest and desecrating the honour of battle and peace! To arms! To arms, Men of the Olden Days! Rise, take up thine blades, saddle thine horses and march! We march! For glory! For honour! For justice! For our kin! For the gods!"