Barracks of the Goldcloaks

**Iron Aquilifer** · June 10, 2015, 01:19 PM

There are two barracks within the capital city, one located at the Dragon Gate called the East Barracks and one situated near Cobbler's Square called the West Barracks. These two fortified buildings combined can house around six thousand men, including ample space for the often noble-born officer class.

Senior Commanders

Makeup of the Citywatch

**Iron Aquilifer** · June 10, 2015, 01:44 PM

Criston Cole near-growled as he walked in to the common room of the West Barracks, the larger of the two homes of the citywatch. At his back were a few of his brothers, volunteering their limited free time in order to oversee the first meeting between whitecloak and gold.

Opening a pouch, the Lord Commander allowed a small river of coins to fall to the floor. Copper and bronze and silver and gold clattered on stone, silencing a dozen conversations and turning the heads of at least fifty men. His own face hidden behind the white mask of a whitecloak, Criston read the expressions on those before him. He saw confusion, curiosity and something he considered to be verging n hostility. Whether that last one was directed at him or Ser Hightower at his flank the Lord Commander did not want to guess. Either way he would have to stamp it out.

Lord Commander Criston Cole of the Kingsguard and the citywatch. He has been appointed by His Grace to replace Ser Luthor Largent.

Criston smiled behind the metal grate. Tall and fierce and soiled himself just like all the rest. It had been an honour to rid Queen Alicent of such a treasonous knight from the capital. Daemon's successor was never quiet about his personal believes on who should ascend the throne, a factor which played a large part in Criston's actions.

His Grace knows that the whitecloaks and gold serve the same duty: the defense of the crown. It is past time that we work together in the name of His Grace, Aegon II. Long live the king!

Several joined in, a ragged chorus of half-hearted exclamations.

You! A finger pointed at the guilty party even as the other hand moved for his blade. An example. Maybe the man had said "queen" or maybe it was of the men in the shadows behind him. To the Lord Commander the actual traitor did not matter.

Treason has been allowed to fester for too long, Ser Cole roared over the unmoving body of the goldcloak. The weakness of King Viserys has allowed war to threaten this realm! It is out duty to stand true.

Locking eyes with Ser Hightower, Criston raised his bloodied sword. I want the officers in my chambers now. Patrols are to be doubled and inspection will be daily. If the traitors come I will not see the walls defended by anything but the best we can provide.

Leaving the goldcloaks to clean up the mess of their former comrade, Ser Criston marched off towards his new personal chambers.

**Iron Aquilifer** · June 12, 2015, 02:36 PM

Criston walked up and down the front ranks of the goldcloaks. It had taken a long time, a long time of whipping and reduction of pay for every offense, but now they had come to respect the fact that morning inspection was the one chance that would see them getting a raise. Straight backed, armour gleaming from the layers of oil, the city watch actually looked presentable for the first time since the Kingsguard Commander took over the duties as their commander.

You have all worked dutifully these past days, he called across the courtyard in the Eastern Barracks. They had been worked to the bone, serving extended shifts and double patrols until their feet swelled to twice their normal size. I know that the city feels safer with your presence. For that the King thanks you.

Selecting a man at random, the Lord Commander signaled him to come forward. Your name, watchman?

Beetle milord, the man replied, somewhat hesitant.

His face twitched, disgust at the low social background of the watchman hidden by extensive practice. He is of Daemon's ilk.

Beetle, how should your service be rewarded?

Before the man could reply, Criston offered the man his coin pouch. The bag was full of silver stags, more than a few months wages.

Beetle has been rewarded by his King. Continue to prove yourselves and each and every one of you will find the generosity of His Grace to be limitless.