Nathaniel Howe
Warden Commander of Ferelden
Canon Character
Noble
Grey Warden
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((OOC: Firstfall 15, 9:35, Afternoon - @Delilah Howe Price ))
“Thank you Guard Captain,” Nathaniel offered to the woman that sat opposite him. Guard-Captain Bridge had served as Guard-Captain of the Vigil’s Keep Guard for almost two years. Her promotion was one Nathaniel did not hesitate upon not had she proven a disappointment in her tenure. Organized and demanding, she proved better than any of the other Guard-Captains Nathaniel could remember serving at Vigil’s Keep.
He peered down at the rolls she had brought to their weekly meeting. Three new guards had been hired to replace three retirees. He would need to go meet each new guard, of course. His father always treated his guardsmen as dispensable. He ruled them through fear. Nathaniel had opted for another route, preferring a personal connection with the guards in his employ.
Before he could ask Bridge to make the arrangements, Henry entered the room, only a cursory knock warning of his entry. The Knight looked distract, a fine sweat upon his brow and chest heaving from exertion. Henry was not a man that hurried anywhere even when Nathaniel bade him too.
Henry would not have burst in for any reason. Concern knitted Nathaniel’s brow and he motioned for Henry to enter the room further rather than admonishing the man for his interruption.
“I am sorry for the interruption, my lord,” Henry began, catching his breath in between words. “It is your sister’s husband.” Had Albert come to call Nathaniel had to wonder? His relationship with Albert was cordial. He was the father of Delilah’s children, after all. He was grateful to Albert for saving Delilah from their father but she should have never wedded him. Nathaniel, even after all this time, did not feel Albert good enough for his sister.
Albert had not come for a visit, however.
“He was found dead in what looks to be a bandit attack,” Henry continued.
Whatever Nathaniel might have felt for Albert, none of it mattered, not in that moment. He stared at Henry, mentally going over each word said trying to see if he misheard. He had not, though. Albert was dead and Nathaniel needed to see his sister.
Delilah had been a rock for Nathaniel to lean upon after Fiona’s death. Many at Vigil’s Keep avoided him either not knowing what to say to him in his time of loss or too occupied with their own goings on pay mind to his. Delilah listened and comforted, as much as any comfort could be provided during those hard days. That she would experience such pain now, herself…
Anger at the situation was only tempered by the worry he felt for Delilah and he pushed away from his desk. “Excuse—“
Bridge straightened in her chair, not letting Nathaniel get out his apology. “Whatever you need, my lord.”
Nathaniel nodded once for the Guard-Captain and looked back to the still distraught Henry. Worry similar to Nathaniel’s own was etched upon his aged features. Whereas Henry was almost never without a sarcastic comment for Nathaniel, Delilah was someone the elder Knight admired a great deal. “I have your horse saddled and ready outside,” Henry said, stepping aside to make room for Nathaniel to pass.
A thank you would have been appropriate but Nathaniel gave none, the urgency to be at Delilah’s side should she want and need it fueling his steps.
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Nathaniel pushed Rex into a heavy lather on the way to Amaranthine, making it there faster than he could ever recall. He tied Rex off just outside the deceptively peaceful looking home Delilah called hers. No one looking upon the home might expect tragedy had struck. He sucked in a heavy breath to calm himself. Wild tendrils escaped the usually tightly wound braids about both sides of his head. He ran the flat of a palm over his wind swept hair.
His fisted hand hovered just shy of the door. To knock or to enter? The pair had not spoken since his return to Amaranthine. The reasons that bade him to stay away seemed so insignificant in the light of Albert’s death.
Delilah might still turn him admonish him but Nathaniel had to try, to let her know he could be the pillar she had been to him if she so needed him. With two knocks, he rapped his fist against the door and waited for his sister to answer.
“Thank you Guard Captain,” Nathaniel offered to the woman that sat opposite him. Guard-Captain Bridge had served as Guard-Captain of the Vigil’s Keep Guard for almost two years. Her promotion was one Nathaniel did not hesitate upon not had she proven a disappointment in her tenure. Organized and demanding, she proved better than any of the other Guard-Captains Nathaniel could remember serving at Vigil’s Keep.
He peered down at the rolls she had brought to their weekly meeting. Three new guards had been hired to replace three retirees. He would need to go meet each new guard, of course. His father always treated his guardsmen as dispensable. He ruled them through fear. Nathaniel had opted for another route, preferring a personal connection with the guards in his employ.
Before he could ask Bridge to make the arrangements, Henry entered the room, only a cursory knock warning of his entry. The Knight looked distract, a fine sweat upon his brow and chest heaving from exertion. Henry was not a man that hurried anywhere even when Nathaniel bade him too.
Henry would not have burst in for any reason. Concern knitted Nathaniel’s brow and he motioned for Henry to enter the room further rather than admonishing the man for his interruption.
“I am sorry for the interruption, my lord,” Henry began, catching his breath in between words. “It is your sister’s husband.” Had Albert come to call Nathaniel had to wonder? His relationship with Albert was cordial. He was the father of Delilah’s children, after all. He was grateful to Albert for saving Delilah from their father but she should have never wedded him. Nathaniel, even after all this time, did not feel Albert good enough for his sister.
Albert had not come for a visit, however.
“He was found dead in what looks to be a bandit attack,” Henry continued.
Whatever Nathaniel might have felt for Albert, none of it mattered, not in that moment. He stared at Henry, mentally going over each word said trying to see if he misheard. He had not, though. Albert was dead and Nathaniel needed to see his sister.
Delilah had been a rock for Nathaniel to lean upon after Fiona’s death. Many at Vigil’s Keep avoided him either not knowing what to say to him in his time of loss or too occupied with their own goings on pay mind to his. Delilah listened and comforted, as much as any comfort could be provided during those hard days. That she would experience such pain now, herself…
Anger at the situation was only tempered by the worry he felt for Delilah and he pushed away from his desk. “Excuse—“
Bridge straightened in her chair, not letting Nathaniel get out his apology. “Whatever you need, my lord.”
Nathaniel nodded once for the Guard-Captain and looked back to the still distraught Henry. Worry similar to Nathaniel’s own was etched upon his aged features. Whereas Henry was almost never without a sarcastic comment for Nathaniel, Delilah was someone the elder Knight admired a great deal. “I have your horse saddled and ready outside,” Henry said, stepping aside to make room for Nathaniel to pass.
A thank you would have been appropriate but Nathaniel gave none, the urgency to be at Delilah’s side should she want and need it fueling his steps.
~~~~~~
Nathaniel pushed Rex into a heavy lather on the way to Amaranthine, making it there faster than he could ever recall. He tied Rex off just outside the deceptively peaceful looking home Delilah called hers. No one looking upon the home might expect tragedy had struck. He sucked in a heavy breath to calm himself. Wild tendrils escaped the usually tightly wound braids about both sides of his head. He ran the flat of a palm over his wind swept hair.
His fisted hand hovered just shy of the door. To knock or to enter? The pair had not spoken since his return to Amaranthine. The reasons that bade him to stay away seemed so insignificant in the light of Albert’s death.
Delilah might still turn him admonish him but Nathaniel had to try, to let her know he could be the pillar she had been to him if she so needed him. With two knocks, he rapped his fist against the door and waited for his sister to answer.
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