Starter for Rodrik
Drogo had just woken up but he was already looking for someone. He needed someone to help him train. He had died, and it had left it’s mark. He still suffered from the infected wound that had lead to his death. The Lord of Light had ressurected him to fight in the battle against the other, so he needed to get better soon.
Drogo walked into the courtyard and spotted a big man, almost as build as him, sparring against a wooden dummy. Drogo snorted “Are all you crows that afraid of fighting a real man? You’ll never defeat a walker like that. Let’s see what you can do.” Drogo drew his arakh and waited for the man to attack him. He wanted the man angry, that’s why he had insulted him. He didn’t want a pretend fight, he wanted a real one, to prove he could still win.
Training the brothers of the Watch was a long and painful time for Rodrik, some were clearly lost cause to him while fewer showed some promise. But one man that didn’t need to be taught how to fight was obviously Khal Drogo. Drogo was a renown fighter, and tales that the Lord of Light brought him back to life, that fierce warrior being sent to them to help against the Others was making many recruits want to defy him and prove they were better than him.
It took more than few insults to piss Rodrik off but he complied and drew his sword, getting in position. “Is that how you fight? And here I heard you’re a warrior to be feared.” he said, taunting him. “Let’s show these recruits how men fight.” he said and he attacked.












