And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

Gulltown 4: The Rogue Prince

You looked out from the window and saw Daemon still wandering the streets towards the port, the swagger in his step was a man who was utterly… without fear, without care, and without any semblance of hesitation in his step. Such a man was entirely devoid of that kind of thinking.

He was a man dead, or something more, akin to a god some might say. But he was there. He was there, and he was looking at the men gathering in the streets.

The pirate captain, and his crew, all gathered together.

It was then Rhae finally spoke. "Did you know that when I first met him, he claimed that he was above tradition? We were not supposed to meet for another week, but he came on dragon back and took me out into the mountains of the vale. He was so charming, he was happy, despite everything, and he seemed like the perfect husband. After all, he didn't even know we were to be wed. He didn't even know my face. When I finally realized who I was, and what we were going to do, he was… disappointed. Like all the memories that he had, were lies."

She paused. "Now he might die."

She looked at you. "What do you see in that man, who is so brazen and foolish?"

Response:D100 => 81

You thought for a moment about what you wished to say. "He's a good man. I think people fail to see that."

The maester seemed hesitant to translate, but did so without hesitation after he looked deep in your eyes. Rhae was shocked at that answer. "How can you see such good in that man?"

"How can you be filled with such disdain for the man, when you are exactly the same?" You replied, sharply and without hesitation, signing the words and making sure the maester knew every single letter. He was not thrilled to translate.

And Rhae Royce was at a loss for words. Truely, she was silent. You were going to say more, when Daemon's voice, loud and clear, soared over the quiet city. "WEll than, it seems that the cowards have finally appeared! Why do you hide in the streets of these slums!"

There was talking, shouting even, but Daemon was not deterred. There were twenty men out there in front of him, all tyroshi, but none of them had any ranged weapons or bows or crossbows.

They just had swords and knives and daggers.

Against Daemon, who only had a sword and shield.

They were all going to die. "Which one is the captain!" He shouted, drawing steel without hesitation, and the men looking at the mad Targaryen, fear in their eyes. "Tell me which one of you is, and I won't kill you all!"

Silence, there was laughter, but also a tongue you did not know speak.

A conversation followed. But you could not hear it. Except for one phrase in common. "A Dragon comes to die for the Sheep. YOu are afraid."

"I am surrounded by fear." He paused, and then the entire world became silent, as if the world was… silence by a stage conductor, for the grand finale. "Fear… and Dead men."

The Attack of Daemon: D100 + 50 => 138 vs D100 + 20 => 24

All the men tried to rush him at once, but Daemon was not concerned, in fact, he enjoyed it, and he focused on the ones to his right, his sword hand. There were only three in that direction, but they were all armed with swords and dirks.

They were big, they were strong, you had seen sailors at sea, they were always strong.

And Daemon cut them down like they were nothing but bread, and his sword, a hot knife.

One's head was removed with a swipe, and another was bashed by the shield, in one fluid motion. When you saw his face flashback for a moment, without a helm, or armor, just a man in leathers and shield in hand, he was smiling. He was happy, he had finally found his purpose. His purpose was death and protection.

The third tried to stab in the side, but it did not work, as he spun, like a dancer, and drove his blade into the man's neck. Killing him instantly.

Blade redrawn out of the corpse… He smiled, at least you thought as he roared. "Come on! Kill me!" He demanded. He was not afraid.

Unlike those others, who were terrified.

Fear and Dead Men: D100 + 50 => 150 vs D100 - 20 => -2


And all the Crew, save the captain, fled like the cowards that they were. And Daemon looked at the coward, who fell to his knees, begging for his life.

It was over. But he had one last flourish to give to his enemy. And stopping the crew from escaping.

"DRACARYS!" He ordered. And The Blood Wyrm obeyed.

And the ship burned.

It was over. The Watch of Gulltown would deal with the rest. But it was over.

Rogue he may be. But even Daemon Targaryen did his duty.

Reward: Daemon has ended this crisis, and has given The Old King what he needs to have him pressure the Three Daughters diplomatically for… many things. Daemon will receive Dark sister.

Rhae Royce has seen some method and has tried to reconcile with her wayward and adventurous husband.

Rhae also seems to take a liking to you, at least compared to her husband. She thinks you're cute.
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What do you do before you go back to Traveling:

[]You are with Daemon at King's Landing: He looked at Dark Sister, and he smiled. "Finally."

[]You are with Baelon… Before he leaves on a hunt: He looked at you, as he pulled you aside, into a small tent, and put a hand on your shoulder. "Boy… Look after my son. He will need you, more than you can possibly imagine."

[]You are with your Parents, who are about to Break the news of something important?: You looked at your mother's happy face and your father's silent smile. "I'm pregnant." Your mother said. But that was impossible. She was barren? She could not have children, both of them said that was why you were not going to have any siblings?

[]You are Alone with Grey Ghost: He looks at you and feels something. You do too. It is sadness, and sorrow. And something far worse. "He knows now. What are we going to do?"

AN: enjoy.