As An Eagle Flies (A House Arryn Quest)

The Runelord:

(Yohn POV)

"They have my son!" Jon shouted as his hands slammed on the table. "I need to get him back."
You awoke with a start, water being poured on your face. "Ah, Arstan was it… You're still alive."
"And launching an assault on a fortified keep is asking to get killed, Jon." Lord Baratheon stated. "I will not allow you to risk yourselves or the lives of our forces to rescue your son, as much as I feel and agree that action needs to be taken so that no further damage can occur."
Tom was smiling. "You know, when I took you, prisoner, I thought, maybe I should kill you. To make your father suffer the greatest hell he could suffer."
"Than let us take action," Jon growled.
"But I decided that… it would be better to send you to his Grace… He wishes to know the lands he will be ruling."
"Ser Gerold is preparing a strike force to rescue him and take out the enemy commanders and defenses. You must give them time."
"And what do you gain from all this?" You asked.
"Time may not be on our side. They may kill him or worse." Your lord was… understandable in both his grief and his fear. You were as well… You had not known your nephew as well as your good brother, but you did know that he was your family… and you remembered what those words meant.
"Why a crown of my own. The Disputed Lands, the Stepstones, Pentos, it matters little which one it is… A crown shall be mine, once you Westrosi are dealt with."
We Remember… such simple words that can hold so much meaning. You would join them in destroying this enemy that has taken your family…
"Yet, you're speaking it to a prisoner… The guilt and thought of betrayal weigh heavy on your conscious, doesn't it."
But you remember the rashness that could lead to. Anger needed to be tempered by wisdom, and focus.
Tom paused, staring at you with fear. "Fuck you, you little prick."
Jon had neither, much as he tried to hide it. And that would lead to much in the way of flared tempers.
You touched a nerve… Push it. "You want to kill the others, don't you? Take their crowns, their wealth… their power."
"Lord Arryn… Temper your anger, or be removed from this war council." Lord Baratheon stated. The Stag lord than took a sip of his ale. "We need to rest, this council shall reconvene tomorrow."
Tom hit you. "Shut up!"
He looked to Jon, but said nothing, only giving him a respectful nod, and a glare.
"Why not take what is rightfully your's Tom… you have the power, the men, and even the will that much lack. It could be yours now if you took it."
Jon left the tent, both in anger and tiredness. You followed your good brother, following him towards the edge of the siege lines, to watch the keep with his own eyes.
Deepest Desires:26+60(Skill and Traits)=86 vs Tom's Will:87
"Yohn." He said your name quietly.
"Perhaps… but maybe after I kill you Westerosi." He said, before leaving you alone. "And… I think I might keep you around for that… just to watch that arrogant mouth of your suffer spiritual death."
"You need to sleep Jon. You need to be at your best." You stated.

"I know… but I can't sleep… not until he's safe." He replied with a gruff, tired tone.

"Then have patience." You replied. "Ser Gerold still needs time to gather volunteers."

"How long does it take to find the greatest killers in Westeros when half of them are among us and the other half is on the way?!" He shouted. "These pirates are starving, out of communications with their other commanders, yet they still have the balls to counter-attack our forces, right under our noses!"

"They know the land better than we do… cannot be everywhere at once." You replied.

There a small sigh. "I know… I just-" He paused

"I don't want to lose him too." You replied. "He's the only thing left I have from Jeyne."

The mention of your sister made your eyes mist. Even after all that time, it still hurts to think about her.

"Aye… When he comes back, he's not going to leave my sight." Jon replied. "No matter what Ser Gerold says."

There was a pause. "He'll be alright." You replied.

"I hope." Jon replied.

You then walked over to Jon and handed him your father's rune. "My father gave me this when I was a boy… an old rune said to protect all who wear it…" You put it in his hands. "I may not believe in it, but I think you should have it. Wear it until your son is safe."

"Thank you," Jon whispered.
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(Arstan POV)

What Event Came next:

[]Your Father coming towards the Keep in Armor… challenging Tom for you in single combat. "Tom… now it's me! Me or you, no one else!" Your father screamed.

[]Ser Gerold arriving with A Crack team of knights: It seems Ser Gerold has assembled you a kingsguard like group for the rescue attempt. Unfortunately, it seems the entire keep was looking for them.

[]You had a bag over your head: But you felt the waves crashing against a ship. But your falcon was flying overhead and you saw the Black Dragon flying overhead.