All the while a torrent of blood flows from Ser Gregor's mangled ruin of a helm, painting the dirt in an ever-expanding pool of red that seems to smoke in the morning air. "He killed the Mountain." The whispered words spread through the crowd, snapping many from their shocked daze. "The Mountain is dead!"
The Four Siblings. Tychus Lannister was born at Casterly Rock in the year 264 AC as the eldest child of Tywin and Joanna. A feisty little infant he came out yelling and kicking refuse to nurse from any woman except his own mother. Tychus' blonde hair was a darker shade than that of his parents (balayage) but what made him stand out were his eyes. Both the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and the hand of the king, Ryam Redwyne had risen high in court. He was a steadying influence in King's Landing and was perhaps the greatest knight of the age. Gael liked him, and she hoped that he liked her in return. His support would be crucial. The hand stood, the rest of the small council following "Kingslayer, you will stay behind here to guard Cersei." Robert announced. "The rest of the Kingsguard will accompany my guards and me on the hunt." Everybody got armed, Robert, the king's guard and me sat on horses and then we left. We went straight for the Kingswood. "We'll hunt here, set up camp in the clearing there." Robert announced.