Fire, Ice, and the Kraken (Fate X ASOIAF, Jalter quest)

[X] She stays with you
--[X] She seems well read enough to teach you a general sense of the world. This is important for dealing with the locals as she can tell which of the Great Houses is which.
[X] "What is your relation with Maegyr?"
[X] "What happens once the Grail is used?"


"She's my translator, Ice Bitch Queen, took her in because she was useful and wanted to escape slavery."

"Ah, yes... Slavery here is quite rampant in this continent, though that brings up an important question. Most of the Western Continent's language is exactly like English; you won't be needing a translator there. Will you bring her with us then? I won't guarantee she would survive the fights we would have against other servants when we find them."

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You look at Lera's unconscious form and can't help but to feel guilty. Guilty at the fact you were considering leaving her. Where will she go? This slave girl that wanted an out of a thankless existence, how will she suffer without you to be there for her.

Though nosy, she has made for some good company despite her easily squeamish and sheltered nature, which is strange for a slave; maybe she hasn't been a slave for long? You guess without her, some of your more brutal tendencies would've gone unchecked; whether you appreciate it or not is, well, you're not sure. But what you're assured of is that she's has helped assist you in navigating Volantis and teaching you about the world you've summoned in. She's quite literate too, which makes her more educated than your younger self, but most importantly she's well-read. Always she would talk about the knights and their houses in Westeros, of the jousting tournaments and the melees. She would recite the adventures of notable knights like Duncan the Tall and gush about Rhaegar Targaryen and lamented his tragic death. Your journey from the Volaena river to Volantis was filled with her constant talk of Westeros.

Saber's right, you won't be needing a translator but a guide, a guide that has no political affiliations or a secret agenda. It also helps that you somewhat enjoy her presence, despite being a bit meddlesome. Maybe it's because having someone to protect helps prove that you're better than HER? You don't know for sure, but you do feel fulfilled in some way.

You look at Arturia and suddenly say, "She stays."

"Oh?" Arturia raises an eyebrow.

"Other than translating she's taught me a lot about this world too, I presume that she used to belong to a Noble family and had a good education. She can be our guide in Westeros since she knows a significant amount of its culture and the lords of the realm. "

"Very well then, but I won't be able to ensure her survival."

"You don't need to Saber; I'll protect her, she isn't your problem but mine."

Arturia's eyes widen at that, and an awkward pause settles in. You feel your ears burning a tad bit. You can see a hundred thoughts form in her head before finally, she speaks, "huh...it seems you've taken a liking to her"

"She's a useful tool Saber! nothing more!" You cross your arms and look away from the Fallen Knight. The knight pauses, thinking intensely before she smiles a knowing smile.

"How typical of you Dog, to mask your feelings. It isn't shameful to say that you've made a friend, you know? I certainly won't judge, dogs tend to travel in packs, it is only natural for a feral animal like you to cling on to another, Witch."

The feelings of embarrassment are replaced by fury, your ears stop burning, but your head boils. "Shu-Shut up! Least I'm no failed king you Ice Queen Bitch! I saved a country while you ruined one, so don't go up to your high horse and look down on everyone."

"Ohhh, defensive are we? It's quite amusing to see a dog bark so wildly. I wonder if it can bite just as wildly." Both you and Saber step closer to another as you both stare each other down.

"Yeah, well I'm no dog bitch! I'm a dragon, and this dragon's got fangs for you, failure!"

Your foreheads are pushing each other now at this point, as the tension in the room chokes the air out of the both of you. Saber speaks in a low voice, "funny, and here I thought I was the one with the dragon attribute..."

"You sure don't act like one, cuckold."

"care to test that statement?" Saber draws Excalibur half-way out of its sheath. You restrain yourself, knowing that a small scuffle between you and her can kill your guide.

You stop your staring competition and look back at Lera's sleeping form. "Later, not when she's near" the tension bleeds away from that as Saber sheathes Excalibur back. You sigh.

"Good," she says, smiling, "at least you've grown more sensible since the French Singularity. " Is that...is that a compliment you're hearing from her?! What the hell is this about?! a test? Saber looks at Lera's sleeping form, "You also have a strange way of proving my point" Your ears start to burn again, "You seem quite protective of her" A pregnant pause settles in the conversation before Saber looks curiously at you, "Does she know how to fight at least?"

"No, I was planning on training her. We just got back from purchasing some weapons and armour, and I wanted to see which weapon fits her the best. Well, until I found you in my room."

Saber grins at that, "You prove my point yet again, Jeanne" Your ears burn hotter than before, "no worries, we have 4 days before the ship bound for Sunspear becomes fully manned and supplied. Plenty of time for training a novice, though aren't you a novice with the sword too, Jeanne? Tell me, what would the result be when an incompetent swordswoman teaches a beginner."

You roll your eyes, yes, you've never swung St.Catherine in life, but you've got the instinct to make up for it, "I'll make do."

"No, you will not, this Lera girl is no servant; you can't teach a beginner your instincts. You can only help them hone it, and they hone it through technique and practice. There is only so much you can train Jeanne. I'll help train her, though not frequently as my time is full."

You smile a knowing smile at that, "oh? Don't tell me you care about her too? Are you masking your feelings, Tyrant Knight?"

"No, idiot saint" Saber chides, "It does not do to have our only guide be a defenceless hack. If she intends to use the spear or the sword, I will train her to be decent at it. I will not associate myself with an unskilled Noble girl that can't swing a sword properly. Besides, I don't intend on babying her at all; she will get her bruises now rather than getting wounds later. Mainly so she won't die, I'd rather not hear the fuss you'll make when she does." You shrug at her point, "Oh and Jeanne?" You look back at Saber's growing smile. "What do you mean by "too"?".

Your ears are positively red now, and your cheeks too, how pathetic of you to show such a sight to the pale bitch. Your mind scrambles to find a way to change the subject, until ah-ha!

"W-W-Well, what is up with you and that Maegyr guy?!"

"Evading the question are we?"

"Just answer it!"

Saber chuckles at that, "Fine, if only to shut you up. Now...where to begin?" The King of Knights cups her chin in contemplation. "Well...you see, when I came to Volantis, I arrived at its West Bank, the place full of scum, villainy, and the colossal slave trade. Did it ever occur to you how big the slave trade here in Volantis is?"

You shake your head, "I didn't particularly pay much attention, I was busy focusing on other things."

"That is the difference between you and me, Jeanne, King and Peasant, I pay attention, question, and explore. Maybe next time if you did pay more attention, you would have made connections as I did in this city, rather than just bumble around in the fighting pits and the taverns."

"Get to the point," you say with an annoyed tone.

"I am, be patient. You see, though slaves are traded in and out of this city, many other people are enslaved here too. Whether it is because of debt, being tricked into a bad deal, or by being kidnapped; my immediate impression of this wretched city was the latter half. A couple of sellswords and slavers thought they could overwhelm a lost "boy." wielding arms and armour too heavy for him. I was surrounded by the scum once I went into an alleyway, out of sight. They were seasoned warriors those lot, but preying on the weak has made them complacent and arrogant, and they couldn't have taken me into account. 3 sweeps of the sword and all of their weapons broke, 4 slashes and they're all gone, 12 dead except for one. That one, I gave him a slow death, he begged and pleaded and cried as limb after limb was torn off by my hands. I extracted information out of him when I promised mercy, the idiot described to me his boss's appearance and where he lived, somewhere inside the black walls; and then he died."

You digest what Saber has said to you, well she's not the only one to have a bad impression of the people in this world. Though the King of Knight's experience with the slavers gives you a more in-depth view of what Lera described Volantis to be. It is not a society with slavery, but a society that depends on slavery. For it to be so rampant and essential to the nation so that slavers can kidnap freedmen and women day in day out gives you an awful impression. A hundred years before your birth, France abolished slavery, and one of the few things that you agreed with the church of France was on slavery: Akin to homicide, a barbaric practice. For a city to be so vibrant, yet so backwards and uncivilized, gives you more and more reasons to burn all to the ground. But you restrain yourself, promising to indulge on your love for burning in another time, though hopefully, the time to burn will come sooner rather than later.

Saber continues, "I found his boss a few days after, in a palanquin manned by a couple of slaves. He had a couple of guards with him too, all of them were spearman. He was a skinny looking man, a frail man, with grey hair and wrinkles. I called to him, and the entourage stopped, walked up to him as his guards looked at me wearily. I demanded compensation for the insult of having slavers attack me; he responded that I couldn't prove it and it was my word against his; to add insult to injury, he spat on my shoe and said some Valyrian nonsense. I shot back with Excalibur, killed all his men and got him by the neck. Before I could drag him to the alleyway to extract said compensation, I was stopped by the Triarch himself. Maegyr pleaded for this man's life and offered me gold, the room above yours, and a ship to Westeros. Though it came with a catch, he was enamoured by combat prowess and asked me to as a sort of enforcer for him. The Red Priests, a new cult, and general criminal activity have been plaguing Volantis and disrupting the city's economy. He thinks with my help I could cull them to safe levels, and After a bit of back and forth, I agreed and was promised a ride on one of the rare trade ship bound for Westeros. So, mainly I've been spending my 2 weeks here policing Volantis during the night, killing criminals, fanatics, though there were some unruly slaves that I let live. If it means less slavery in this god-forbidden city, I welcome the slave rebels."

Well then, Saber's time here has been quite eventful. You grin, "So you've spent the past two weeks as someone else's guard dog? How fitting"

Saber smiles dangerously, "You of all people should know, that I'm too strong for them to be leashed, hell I even have the role of commander with the Tiger Cloaks and my own squad. They treat me with the fear and respect I deserve."

"If the bitch queen says so," Arturia stirs at that, "Oh, by the way, was it you that brought Malaquo Maegyr to meet me outside the city?"

The Tyrant nods, "Had to pull a few strings to get you your room,"

"Huh..." You say, dumbly.

"Anyways, does this Lera of yours know anything about the Holy Grail War?" You shake your head, "Are ever gonna explain it to her?"

[] You will explain it to her
-- [] After she wakes up
-- [] During the Journey to Sunspear
-- [] Once we reach Westeros
[] You will not

Saber speaks again, "How are you gonna explain to your girl of our reasons to go going to Westeros...?"

[] Write in...(It's ok to say you don't know, Saber can handle it for you, but Lera will be weirded out by it.

Saber walks to the balcony of your room and beckons you to follow her. You walk out to be treated with the clear night sky full of stars.

"So when did you get here?" Saber asks.

You respond, " A week ago, woke up in the grasslands north of..."

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You are Lera Stassaris, and you are waking up from your slumber. You just had a most fantastic dream of a dashing silver-haired knight saving you from evil horsemen. The dream ended when he took you to his castle and asked for your hand in marriage. Such bliss...

You stir on your bed as you hear voices in the periphery.

"What will happen once you use the Grail?"

"Are you such an idiot to forget that the Grail will grant whatever wish you have? Come on Jeanne you've used it before." You hear someone say with their mouth full, whose voice is muffled

Grail? What's a Grail? You're too tired to think.

"But since this is a new world, the effects could be different, hell it could even be corrupted."

You hear someone grunt at that. You move around under your bed sheets as your vision gain clarity. It's the morning now it seems, the orange rays of the morning sun seeps in through the window and the doorway leading to the balcony. The sloshing of the fountain soothes you as you wake.

"Look who's come back from the dead" You hear your lady say.

" *Sccrrunch* Took her long enough *Scrrrunch*" You hear someone say between each bite.

You rise out of bed to be treated with the sight of your lady in much more...comfortable clothing. So does this Arturia Pendragon from yesterday...whose wearing a dress that clearly shows her figure. You feel cheated and embarrassed; it's like seeing a beautiful and handsome boy's head stuck on a woman's body. How frustrating.


Though you are weirded out by the bucket and chicken leg, Arturia is holding.

"So how's your sleep before we lost you?" Your lady asks

You look down, embarrassed, "It was good Ms Jeanne, the bedding here is excellent "

"Is it? I wouldn't know."

The "knight" finally speaks, "you surround yourself with weird people Jeanne. Especially this stray." She resumes to munch on the chicken leg she was holding after that. You don't know how to feel about being called a stray, though it is certainly better than being called a dumb blonde whore.

You stare at her before speaking, "So what is she to you, Ms Jeanne?"

Arturia opens her mouth, her tongue still covered in chicken, before your lady interrupts her. "She's an old friend of mine, from the same continent."

Huh...you wonder if her continent is full of strong white-haired women like them, though you've never seen Arturia fight, she seems pretty powerful.

Your lady hands you a cup of water and, you drink, though you give her a quizzical expression.

"You're going to need it Lera--"

"First name basis are we?" Arturia chimes

"Shut up!" Jeanne coughs before speaking, "Arturia and I will be training you first thing in the morning, see if you have any talent for any of the weapons we bought."

You nod but groan inwardly; you were never fond of exercises in the morning, hell you barely exercised at all.

Jeanne scavenges the shopping sack and produces the weapons she purchased yesterday, a dagger, spear, and a longsword, you spot the full plate armour and the leather armour thing by the doorway to the balcony.

"So starts your first training session," Jeanne says, "Here are your weapons."

Arturia places her bucket down and swallows the chicken leg whole before walking up to you. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Jeanne!" she chastises your lady before looking to you, "Before you're handed your weapons, show me your fighting stance". You do, legs apart, arms close together, eyes focused. Arturia's face transforms into a rictus of disgust, and you can't help but feel discouraged...

"poor, you won't last a second in a fight. You might as well be good as dead if you're gonna be our guide." Wait what does she mean by "our guide", you look towards Ms Jeanne, "Guide?" you ask.

Ms Jeanne's mouth forms an "o" in realisation before sheepishly scratching her head. "Oh yeah, turns out we're not going to Yi Ti Lera, but Westeros".

Your eyes widen at that, well you've always wanted to go to Westeros, but "Why the sudden change of destination Ms Jeanne", before she responds a resounding THWACK is heard as you rub your hand in pain.

Arturia wields a wooden stick, "Eyes on the enemy, newbie."

"Where'd you even get the stick!?!" You ask

"Got it last night in the market bridge after you passed out, I also got the chicken there too, but not the bucket." She pushes your leg into a position with her stick, "Here, You stand like so..."

Dagger Proficiency Progression 1D100 => 8
Spear Proficiency Progression 1D100 => 43
Longsword Proficiency Progression 1D100 => 91 (Lera wtf)
Strength Check to wear plate armour 1D100 => 63 ---- DC :60
Endurance Roll 1D100 => 81


By noon, your legs are as heavy as anchors, your sweating buckets in your plate and leather armour, and your everything is burning. Before you stands Arturia, armoured and untired, these past 6 hours have been hell, and you eye the knight's bucket of chicken lustfully.

"Impressive" Arturia praises, you feel a bit of joy at that, "you're pathetic at just about everything" You grimace, "Except for the longsword" your lips tug upwards as you collapse to the floor. The ground loves you, and you love it, you intend to stay like this forever... "don't get ahead of yourself, you may have better instincts than the guards I train, " She trains guards?! "but this is your first day, so they still outclass you. But overall, you did better than most as a beginner."

You see Jeanne nod, before walking into the balcony. "Uh, guys..." she says "You might want to have a look at this."

Arturia lifts you off the floor and supports you with her shoulder, how considerate. Both you and the knight reach the balcony before your jaw drops.

The biggest cloud of smoke you've ever seen fills the horizon and darkens the sunny sky. You look down to see that the smoke cloud is originating from one of the largest buildings of Volantis.

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You are Jeanne d'Arc, and you're witnessing the local Temple of The Lord Of Light in flames. You hear shouts and the clashing of blades; there must be some sort of revolt taking place.

Saber looks at you, incredulously, " You sure you didn't start this fire?" Lera pales at that, but you shake your head. You hear the thud of boots coming from outside your room; someone's going to enter in. Saber notices it too and turns to face the room's entrance. A tall man enters, gasping for air; he seems to have run a long way. He holds a folded piece of paper, a message.

Arturia separates herself from Lera as she struggles to regain her footing, the Tyrant runs to the messenger. The man gains back his composure, "Captain, your presence is needed in the central palace immediately." Arturia takes the message and reads with utter focus. She nods and murmurs, thanks to the guard before going to the balcony.

"Jeanne, the Triarch's and the other captains are planning this city's defence, come and hold Lera tight, we don't want her dying after training. " You nod as Lera looks on with confusion, still panting after exercise.

Arturia stands over the edge of the balcony while you wrap your hand around Lera and follow her. She realizes what you're about to do, and shakes her head violently. You see the Knight jump down 2 stories before arresting her fall with the balcony of one of the rooms on the first floor. She then jumps to the roof of another building, the same place you got your weapons and armour it seems. You follow suit, accompanied by Lera's screaming and frantic shaking. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!!!?" She repeatedly shouts again and again as you fall, " I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS!!!!" She screams hysterically. It must be your A-rank strength, but despite all that armour, Lera is pretty light you note. You arrest your fall too on the first-floor balcony, as Lera breathes heavily in relief, before screaming again as you jump to another roof.

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Eventually, you cross the Black Walls and enter Old Volantis. Finally, you reach the grand palace in the centre of Old Volantis with Saber waiting for you at its entrance.

The Grand Palace fits the description perfectly, a gated compound with a huge mansion inside it. The gates are ornate, filled with decorations of older gods, and the front garden is massive. The palace itself is white and has many pillars and windows, the door to it is twice the height of a normal man, and the statues of gods are placed on the roofs.

Lera has finally calmed down from her episode; she barely manages to say a scant few words, "Don't...gasp...you ever...gasp...do that again...without warning..." You give a genuine but short laugh at that.

"Oh don't be a wuss, and compose yourself, were meeting the city's leaders."

"Those...leaders...gasp...can go...FUCK THEMSELVES!!!" Whoa there Lera.



You finally reach the planning room where Arturia is conversing peacefully with some of the other guard captains. Lera has recovered somewhat and stands with you as you walk in, though you don't comment on the dishevelled state of her hair.

The room is dark and vast, with high ceilings full of gorgeous decor, the walls are thick and riddled with paintings, and it stretches across really far. In the middle is a large table with a map of Volantis placed atop of it, with a few lanterns around it to light it up, making it the only bright spot in the room. You see the figure of Maegyr and several robed men clap for attention. Everyone gathers around the table as you and Lera stand next to Saber. A couple of the men give you weird looks, whilst one provides you with a contemptuous look. Lera feels awkward and out of place, while Saber has her determined face on.

One of the Triarchs, a Fat man by the name of Doniphos Paenymion, summarizes the situation. "Those Kraken Cultists from last month have started a riot; it seems that their target was the Temple of The Lord of Light while other cells try to stir up chaos in the other districts. What were their numbers again, Varar?"



A barrel-chested bearded man coughs before reporting, "The district with the highest concentration of cultist is in the Temple District, they number around 2 to 3 thousand and are currently engaged in a melee with the slave soldier of the temple, the Fiery Hand, they are approximately 1 thousand men. The second highest concentration is in the Shipyards and the Docks, the cultist there number around 1500 men and most of them are burning the buildings in the Guard District, we have lost all contact with the men there. The third highest is at the Market Bridge, our scouts couldn't get a reliable number, but we estimate it to be around 500 to 1000 men. Everywhere else there are small cultist incursions and slave revolts. Though thank the gods they are easy to spot, the helmets they wear are very distinctive...also, the weaponry of the cultist varies very differently. "

Everyone but you, Lera, and Saber wince at that. For a society where slavery is its core, a slave revolt is a dangerous thing.

"Chaos, utter chaos..."One of the robed men speaks shakingly.

One of the captains, a tanned man with a sharp nose speaks up, "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't give our "Capable"" He speaks with a condescending tone, "Head Captain free reign to do what he wants, now because of his incompetence Volantis is under siege from the inside!".

It is at this time that Saber speaks up, intense eyes looking directly at the petulant captain, "Careful now Vogoros, you shouldn't say such outrageous things with no basis in reality. Without me, the West Bank will be as lawless as it always has been for centuries, it is thanks to that that we have reliable information on the enemy's numbers. Be sure to remember that." Eh!? She's the head of the guard?!
"ENOUGH!!" Maegyr bellows, a weird thing to see an older man do. "We do not have time for guard captains to bicker with one another, and Vogoros" he points at the guard captain and gives him a baleful look, "Question my decision to appoint Arturia as head captain and I will see you hanged!" The offending guard captain nods and mumbles an apology.

"If that is all" Arturia speaks, she captures the attention of everyone, including Lera as they listen to her carefully. It seems that her Charisma skill is in command. "There are 21 guard captains here, each command 350 men. I want 10 regiments of 350 guards each handling the temple district with me. I want 8 regiments to relieve the garrison in the Guard District and annihilate them in the docks and the shipyards, the faster you do it, the better off we are in recovering after this mess. I want 2 regiments to create a blockade on each side of the Market bridge and prevent anyone from escaping. After the temple district and Shipyard District is handled, rendezvous in the Market Bridge and crush them with a flank, then spread around the city to establish order. Is that clear guard captains!"

"YES, SER!" They all bellow as Lera eeps at the sudden the noise.

Saber turns to you in askance. "Where will you be Avenger?" A couple of the guard captains look at you weirdly when Saber addresses you with that. Ughh, how troublesome, you should've told her that you also go by Jeanne here, it shouldn't that bad knowing how far apart the servants should be in this world.

Where to go...

Battle Plans

[] Help Saber win back the temple district.
---[] Charge with Saber
---[] Sneak in and destroy the cultist army from the inside.
---[] Borrow some of her men and flank the Cultist Army

[] Win back the Shipyards and the docks
---[] Relief the Garrison in the Guard District and take command
---[] Support the guard captains assault on the docks
---[] Support the guard captains in capturing the shipyards

[] Take on the Market Bridge
---[] Don't waste time waiting for the Guard Captains to finish their districts, take this yourself.
---[] Support the regiments in preventing the escape of anyone on the Bridge

[] help establish order in the city
---[] Hire the help of sellswords and pacify the slave revolts
---[] Kill any rebel scum in your vicinity
---[] Focus on protecting the merchants and civilians.

[] Where does Lera go?
---[] With you
---[] With Saber
---[] Back to the Inn
---[] To a specific front alone
---[] In the Grand Palace

[] Will you go mild or wild
---[] Full employment of magic and Noble Phantasm
---[] Some level of fire magic
---[] Just plain old Lance and Sword.

[] How will you interact with the guard captains.
---[] You will follow their orders
---[] You are their equal, you cannot be ordered
---[] They are your subordinates ( roll of dice)


Write in...(some votes aren't mutually exclusive and you can mix them, or you could go for a whole nother strategy entirely)

Please structure your vote as "Plan X" and put you voted actions under it, or I will not count them.

It should look something like

Plan X

[] action x
--[] action y

[] action z
--[] action w


Also think carefully on your vote, whatever you'll do now will have rippling effects on the world that may or may not be shown through sidestory posts.

This golden cup I hold, its soothing

QM Note : Oof this was a monster to write, there are bound to be grammatical and continuity errors so do please point them out when you see them. Hopefully I did the charactertisation of Jalter and Salter well and the dialogue too. Anyways, feedback and discussions are greatly appreciated and I'll see ya in the next post.

I'm done! Im finally done!

[X] You will explain it to her
-- [X] During the Journey to Sunspear
[X] We will tell her an item we're looking for is probably there (details will be explained on the trip, see above). It will be dangerous though (so if she wants to back out, now's probably her last chance).
[X] help establish order in the city
---[X] Focus on protecting the merchants and civilians.
[X] Where does Lera go?
---[X] With you
[X] Will you go mild or wild
---[X] Some level of fire magic
[X] How will you interact with the guard captains.
---[X] You are their equal, you cannot be ordered

"If that is all" Arturia speaks, she captures the attention of everyone, including Lera as they listen to her carefully. It seems that her Charisma skill is in command. "There are 21 guard captains here, each command 350 men. I want 10 regiments of 350 guards each handling the temple district with me. I want 8 regiments to relieve the garrison in the Guard District and annihilate them in the docks and the shipyards, the faster you do it, the better off we are in recovering after this mess. I want 2 regiments to create a blockade on each side of the Market bridge and prevent anyone from escaping. After the temple district and Shipyard District is handled, rendezvous in the Market Bridge and crush them with a flank, then spread around the city to establish order. Is that clear guard captains!"

"YES, SER!" They all bellow as Lera eeps at the sudden the noise.

Saber turns to you in askance. "Where will you be Avenger?" A couple of the guard captains look at you weirdly when Saber addresses you with that. Ughh, how troublesome, you should've told her that you also go by Jeanne here, it shouldn't that bad knowing how far apart the servants should be in this world.

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You look back at Saber, mulling over your options. You and the King are force multipliers to a scale unimaginable in this world you realize. Beings able to do a great many things, kill many people, and right many wrongs. Despite that, you can't be everywhere, and no matter how powerful the two of you are, a city in chaos will stay in chaos unless something is done about it promptly. Sure, Saber and her guard regiments can bring back order into this city, hell, the Tyrant Knight is perfect for this, but she needs to finish off the cultist first before pacifying the slaves in revolt. How much time will that take her? But most importantly, how much damage will occur to this city before Saber can bring back order? How many innocents lives will be burnt, ruined and destroyed in the meantime?
Look at all those oppressed people, Berserker.
A part of you wants to burn the greedy old men, self-absorbed ladies, and cocksure sons for hiding behind these black walls, praying to whatever false idol to bring them peace while sending men to die for them. It is unfair for Volantis's leading class to do nothing as order crumbles in the city, these are the type of men that would leave you when it is convenient for them and never pay your ransom whenever you're captured.
They say that Volantis has 5 slaves for every master...
You ball your hands into tight fists, Lera looks at you worriedly while Saber raises only an eyebrow. Most of the Guard Captains have already left, but the few them that stay look at you two with curiosity. You speak, "I'll help establish order in this city while the rest of you deal with the Cultists, I'll mainly be protecting the freedmen and the merchants, that way the city can recover faster after this. Show me where to go Arturia, and I'll discipline them into civility."

You'd want to free all of them don't you?

Some of the Captains including the robed men, including the Triarch Nyessos Vhassar, nod in approval while Maegyr grimaces, too bad, It matters not to you if saving the innocents is a detriment to the man's political gains. Saber's blank face tells you everything and nothing at the same time; you can see that Arturia is thinking intensely of what you just said, yellow eyes glued to yours unflinchingly. She's in some form of contemplation, but what she makes of your words you don't know.


of course you do


She speaks after a short pause, "hm, First you'll have to go through the Market Bridge, secure it with 2 other regiments, I'm cancelling the flanking plan. Then, you'll set up shelters for the freedmen at Bridgeton, from there you'll clear up any rebel activity at the adjacent districts completely but make sure to minimize collateral damage. Once you're done, I want you to escort the freedmen to safety in the shelters within Bridgeton, but be sure that there are no cultist infiltrators. Once you've saved all that you can, your main objective will be pacifying any dissenting elements in Thieves Quarter and the districts west of it; my forces will reinforce you once we finished the cultists off."

You nod, "Alright Saber, sounds good" The remaining guard captains look weirdly at you as you address Arturia, maybe you shouldn't have called her that way, "The sooner this is done, the sooner we can get a ship to Sunspear." Saber nods and the rest of the Guard Captains leave.

You're about to leave with Lera before Arturia stops you with a hand on your shoulder. You look back with mild annoyance, noting how empty the room is becoming as everyone leaves. She motions Lera to go ahead as she comes closer to you. Lera looks at the both of you with mild confusion, before her cheeks turn a tint of pink and scamper off. How troublesome, it seems she has come to some misunderstanding.

The Knight whispers, "You really do have bits of the Saint in you to care more about people than killing your enemies. It seems that you are much similar to her than you would like to believe Dog."

You humph at that, crossing your arms as you look away, "I'm only doing this so we can fetch a boat sooner, we can't do that if half the city is destroyed. Don't pretend you know me, Cuck."

Saber sighs a bit at your attempt, "right... Oh and don't bother saving freedmen, its the merchant's ships we need, the freedmen and other civilians offer us nothing."

You nod at her callous request; sometimes you forget that she really is a tyrant. You wonder what part of her was altered to think that way, to see an Ideal King as one who leaves the weak to their doom. A true tyrant. It makes you wonder which one of you is the truly evil one here. Both evils take guarantees the removal of one's aspect of Freedom; Lawful Evil takes away one's freedom to, while Chaotic Evil takes away one's freedom from. Which is worse, you don't know.

"I want you to come down on these rebels fiercely, put the fear of God" Grimace "into their hearts, but I would like it if you show the slave revolters some mercy. They're doom to fail, but they have hope in them, don't take away their hope for freedom or they will not revolt again. Once the city is at peace, and we leave for Westeros, there will be a more significant revolt. Fueled by the veterans of this rebellion and one's desire for freedom, only then will this backwards shithole of a city learn its folly."

You smile at that, and you can't help to notice the irony. Don't bother saving the freedmen, but don't go to harsh on the slaves, c'mon Saber, are you callous or not?

"Meet up with Araquo's regiment outside, he's hard to miss, Tiger emblem on the chest plate and huge claws welded into his gauntlet, interesting visage. Oh and please don't inform them of my real gender, masquerading as a boy prodigy has been quite entertaining and trouble-free. Now go, quickly, your Guide might be harassed by the men who deem her unworthy of being within this walls..."

And with that, you're gone.

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It turns out Saber might right if you were a minute too late, Lera waves at your fast-approaching form as you note the armed men with tiger tattoos on their cheeks approaching her. Your arrival dissuades them of any malicious intent as they look at you with wonder and curiosity.

You look back at Lera's somewhat bronzed face, a bit of her paleness is still there. Her brown eyes stare back at you in askance, "You're coming with me to Bridgeton Lera; first we go through the Market Bridge and kill any cultists still there. You ready for your first fight?"

Lera looks hesitant, " I've only started training today...I'll be eaten up."

"Don't worry, you'll mainly be helping bring back order to this place, you know the language, I don't, so you'll be giving the people reassurance and directions on where to go. I'll do my best to protect you, but I won't guarantee that you'll come out of this without a fight."

Lera nods shakingly, "I'll do my best Ms.Jeanne..."

"Well, hopefully, you're best is enough for you to live through this, You've got good instincts with the sword, so I want you to stay calm and focused and to follow that instinct. Am I clear?" Lera nods, "Good, its time to prove your worth, now here's the plan..."

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You meet Araquo outside the black walls covering Old Towne, and well...you think Saber understated how hard to miss he is. Despite being the middle of his regiment of tiger cloaked guards, he stands a head above them; his gauntlet shines under the noon sun with spikes on it acting as claws. He spots you, and you see that he seems to be in a jovial mood. His tanned animated face appears to be used to smiling, which complements his chiselled chin and high cheeks. He walks up to you with a perpetual grin, "Oh litse riña naejot dārōñe īlva lēda aōha issare kesīr. Skoros kostagon gaoman syt ao?" His voice is grand and booming.

You look in confusion as Lera sneers a bit in disgust before fixing her expression, "Shijetra ñuha riña, yn ziry ȳdragon mērī se Quptenkys Ēngos."
There must be rebellion
The rather tall man blinks in confusion before his eyes break of from Lera's to you, "Forgive me my lady" he speaks with what you think is a Spanish accent, his tone still grand but laced with sensual undertones. Amusing, he continues, " I did not expect such a flower to grace our regiment with its presence..." He kneels to you as the Tiger cloaked men look on with exasperation, they seem used to this. He grabs your right hand and kisses it before looking up to you with gleaming eyes, in a way he reminds of you of Brynhildr, and it feels you with disgust. Lera seems to feel the same way too as you separate your hand from his, before speaking "There are two regiments responsible for the Market Bridge, where is the other commander?"



"Right here, girl." Oi...you've heard that voice before; you look back to see Vogoros in his resplendent tiger stripped armour. You grimace again, is this Saber's way of messing with you, teaming you up with insufferable commanders? Or are you just unlucky that you were assigned to dash through the Market Bridge, a job so easy that she picks 2 of her worse commanders for it...Your E rank luck must have something to do about this.

Vogoros places himself between you and the shameless flirt as he turns to you with a look of cold judgement. You see clearly that his golden tiger armour is worsened by his utterly dull face, that sneer of his makes you hate him already, if not even more.

"I don't know who you are to our "Illustrious" Head Captain, or how many times you've bedded him, but this is a revolt, girl." He points his finger at you; his index is dangerously close to your nose, dangerous for him of course. If he gets any closer, he's a dead man. "I don't need you or your little friend to play soldier in the middle of a fight, look at you, both of you! You're no taller than a child, and frailer too, do you think you can contribute to this mission without being a deadweight? No! You belong in the rear, and as commander of this regiment I order you to do so."

The taller commander pushes Vogoros away from you and speaks to the petulant commander, "Can't you see Vogoros, you glory hogging imbecile! The Head Captain has ordered her to come with us to raise the troop's morale with her beauty! She's here to sing us songs and extol our virtues as we march to certain victory, the men certainly need it."

Vogoros shouts back, "If you were thinking with your head rather than your cock for once, you'd see that..."

Lera looks at you with worry, inside you feel boiling hot. Your rage is building, and your grip on St.Catherine tightens, The fire inside you is building up. These men are idiots; they're outrageous conduct just earned them the grudge of an Avenger.

You don't know how these monkeys got into their position, not through being a good commander that's for sure. They seem like great fighters, but they have no sense in hierarchy nor military organization.

What to do with them...

[] You were ordered to discipline this city, that includes its soldiers too, these men are wasting precious time.
-[]Maim them till they stop questioning your usefulness.
-[]Their respective regiments seem tired of their nonsense, kill them and take command, you're the better leader.
-[] Just burn them, burn them all, you'll do this yourself.
-[] Write in....

[] Stay silent, wait till they stop, as they revolt continues

[] Just leave them with Lera and handle the Market Bridge Alone before doing your actual mission in Bridgeton.

[]Write in...

QM Note: In regards to the map I used of Volantis, the map isn't Game of Thrones related, but it helps a lot for planning so I have taken some creative liberties. The map has obvious inconsistencies compared to how Volantis is described in the books, The creative Liberties I've made is that the Temple of R'hllor is in the opposite bank of Old Volantis, and that Fishmonger square (and your tavern) is located at North Market. With that said, there are also somethings in this map that I will not be using at all, that is the Oldton Bridge, as there is only one bridge in Volantis called the Long Bridge/ Market Bridge. I will also not use the green districts and the Necropolis (and its adjacent districts) shown in this map. Hope this doesn't cause any confusion and thanks for reading!



maybe I shouldn't have done that...