The Final Battle Part 2: With Friends.
[X]Spend time with Aerys: Why is Aerys all alone… didn't he just get knighted? Why isn't he celebrating with the others? And what's a drawing doing in his hand? Rolled:
1D100 => 91+10=101
You saw Aerys sitting by the sea as you wandered the camp, looking for your friends. The beach was near empty, save for the ships that were on the shores, being sent out to wait at the shore in the coming battle.
"Aerys." You said your friend's name loudly, enough to cause him to turn his head. "Or should I call you Ser Aerys?"
Aerys huffed, and turned back to the sea, not answering your question.
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright?" You asked quietly, as you walked forward and put a hand on his shoulder.
You then saw the paper in his hand… the parchment that was being held so gently, so reverently. He only did that once before to your knowledge… the attempt on his father's life at the name day tourney.
"What did you see?" You asked.
He handed it over to you, and in the moonlight, you saw it.
A Stag fallen with it's young surrounding it. A field of wheat covering the ground, ready to harvest. A Bull charging into a line of spikes and spears, being followed by a titan. A fish flipping in the background, catching a butterfly.
A Dragon flying through the air, while another lies dead in the field.
And a Falcon, overlooking another, as it lays broken with a broken arrow through its body.
"We're going to lose so many... " Aerys whispered bitterly… "We might not even survive tomorrow."
You narrowed your eyes. "Hey." You looked at your friend's face. "Prophecy's can change… we saw it happen once remember?"
"And we saw it kill my family at Summerhall." He stated. "I hate this seeing thing's like this."
You sighed. "Then why do you keep drawing them?" You asked.
"Because I still have the hope to save everyone." He replied.
A true hero… but it would be a foolish notion. Not everyone could be saved. "You can't save everyone."
"That doesn't mean I can't try." He stated. "And I order you to try as well."
You smiled… there was your friend. "As you command."
And you both walked to your friends, to enjoy the last moments of peace.
The picture forgotten, carried by the wind, and swallowed by the sea.
Reward: A look to the future via Aerys' dreams.
A Great change is now in motion. The outcome you can affect by your actions. History is now in your hands, no matter how small the change can be.
[X]Spend time with The Lordlings: Steffon, Tywin, Marq… all the young lord's are here… and they want to swap stories before the end of it all. Rolled:
1D100 => 75+10=85
Your friends saw you and Aerys and raised their mugs in celebration "There they are, the heroes of Westeros!" Steffon shouted.
You smiled as you sat in the sand and got a mug shoved in your face. "So, how does it feel to be a knight now?" Marq asked the prince as he sat down next to you.
"It's different," Aerys replied. "What about you Tywin, you earn your spurs yet?"
Tywin nodded no. "According to my uncle, I am not… ready to be a knight." You thought you saw Tywin grind his teeth and clench his jaw as he said the words. "I hope that in time, that opinion will change."
Everyone was quiet. The tenseness coming from the young lion was… palpable, and his aura made it though he there was anger underneath his breath.
"Okay." Steffon broke the tension with a smile. "What about me… well, father didn't knight me yet but truly think he just wants me by his side for the rest of the war. Nothing I fault him with… he's saved my life more than I can count."
There was a small laugh from around the fire. "Aye." You whispered.
"What about you Arstan… Heard you killed a pirate lord." Steffon stated.
"I did." You replied.
You told them the story, about how the ship crashed in the night, how you took command, how you boarded and slaughtered the men like dogs with the men by your side, and how you demanded the surrender, but the Pirate lord was not having it. And you slew him.
"Surprised the White Bull hasn't knighted you for that… or any knight for that matter?" Marq replied. "Or my self for that matter… cunts."
You frowned at Marq. But Tywin's voice rose above the others as they laughed. "It seems strange that we have not been knighted, save for the Prince, before, when we have earned it through the strength of arms and defending our comrades."
Marq laughed. "Isn't it obvious?" Everyone looked at him with questioning eyes. "Your heirs to the Seven Kingdoms, of course, they won't knight you all until the wars done, bound by blood, friendship and honor… any of you die, that bond could be broken. Keeping you all alive is what they want… that's why they haven't knighted you. It just as much politics as it is worthiness in their eyes."
"They wish to keep us safe instead of giving us what we rightfully earn." Steffon growled.
"That's just my thoughts speaking aloud." Marq replied.
It made sense… almost too much sense.
The boys were quiet. The fire crackled and you felt a foreboding presence between you all.
Then you felt the talons of your Falcon dig into your shoulder, and you relaxed. "I think I haven't introduced you to my small companion." You smiled.
It led to a night of drinking and storytelling.
All together with the men, you consider your brothers in all but blood.
You enjoyed that night.
Like it was your last night you would see all of them together alive.
"I propose a toast… to us boys of the Seven kingdoms." You offered, holding your glass up high in the air. "May we never forget these moments."
"And may we never forget each other." Tywin stated quietly.
The mugs clinked together, and you all slept on the beach.
Reward: You are now in an informal brotherhood with Marq Grafton, Tywin Lannister, Aerys Targaryen, and Steffon Baratheon.
In the next battle, fighting with any of them by your side will give all rolls a +20.
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The battle lines were close to a mile away from the beach, on the flatlands. The two hosts had prepared in the night, setting up defenses for whoever would strike first.
The Blackfyres would be attacking.
The objective was simple… hold until reinforcements from the Iron fleet to arrive, having landed a league to the north, behind enemy lines, and in the heavy forests.
But 50,000 men were going to be hard to shrug off, especially when the Westerosi were outnumbered by 5,000 men.
But the Blackfyres lacked cavalry, something Ormund was going to exploit…
You didn't know the details, but you knew where you were going.
Where were you going:
[]With Ser Gerold on the Right Flank: Ser Gerold was leading the Cavalry. You have no idea what he is doing.
[]With Lord Baratheon, in the Center: Hold strong, that was Lord Baratheon's orders. Hold Strong and then slowly retreat.
[]With your father, on the Left Flank: He is going to wheel around the enemy that envelopes the center… You think.
[]In the Rear: Your father's orders, he wants you with the rest of the Lordlings to come and assist on Lord Baratheon's orders.
