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

The Masters of the World 3:
The Shadow: He chuckled as you stirred awake. You were unbound, and with a sword and shield nearby. "Come now, Prince… Show me what you are as a warrior?"

You stirred, feeling the cold sands below you, the grains causing you to cough as you saw the flames burning above you. You could see the cage that was above you, with high wooden walls and high metal bars that were above you.

As you moved, pushing your body up, you could hear the Shadow clap from above, and look at you with clear glee in his eyes. "Well Prince, surviving is always the first most brutal step in how the world will change."

You coughed as you glared at him. "The bloody hell you want?" You demanded as you looked at the blade and shield that were resting in the middle of the arena. The blade was sharp and the shield was Ironwood… Forester ironwood shields were the greatest in the world, even the Braavosi wished to have the great ironwood for their ships. But they would never get enough, not with the prices that the Foresters charged for wood, as they were always greedily holding their secrets and ironwood seeds.

The man nodded as he continued laughing. "Isn't it obvious, prince? I wish to see you as a warrior before I see how you truly are as a man."

Then you saw… no felt the shadows move, and you rolled, dodging a blade that nearly took your head off, the dagger sailing over your head as you rolled.

The shield straps slide onto your arm and you twirled the blade in your hand as you made sure it was strapped tight.

There were four shadows that were in this place with you, and you could not see them.

Yet even without sight, you could only focus on your other senses.

Three on one: D100 + 100 => 189 vs D100 + 50 => 77

You could hear their footsteps, and their gliding steps across the sand.

The first tried to strike you're exposed left, but you countered, your acrobatic movement and shield block caught the first shadow's arm, allowing you to control their movements. You could see the eyes through the darkness. Eyes that were without pain, fear, or even surprise. Just a wish for death.

For you, and all they saw.

But then you moved the shadow around, throwing the shadow towards the other, the body sailing through the air with strength and force of your effort.

Then the shadows were only one, as they were staggered and surprised by your display of cunning and brutality.

It was like carving a cake. The shadow, try as she might attack you, to break through your weaknesses and your defenses, and give you a cut to destroy you.

But instead, you only used her strikes against you.

The first hit your shield. Then there was a moment of stunned… everything.

You then took a moment to strike, not even allowing her to recover.

And you removed her head with a strike of your sword, like you were, indeed cutting through cake.
The Grey Ghost stirred, feeling his rider in danger. Yet he could not be there now. He was too far away.
You then faced the shadows.
So he only did the one thing he could do, in a world that was soon losing its power.
And you could see fear.
He did the one thing any creature would do.
Sense it…
It remembered the power of the past.
Smell it.
And roared. And let it out.
Then you felt everything light up, as brazers and torches illuminated the room. And you saw the great Shadow smile, as he sat. "My Prince, without even a single drop of blood. Quite a shame."
Yet it was too late
He then took a moment to nod to his assassins, and then you felt a tiny prick. A poke… from a needle.

A single drop of your blood went down your cheek. "You may wonder what it is I wish to see from this, the stinking, shithole of a city, decadent and broken from centuries…" he paused as the needle returned to his hand, thrown from behind. "You see, in the ancient times, when the Ghiscari still had their slave empires, they built hundreds of thousands of catacombs. And tunnels to put their dead in." He then twirled it around, the single drop not even moving as he did so, with such precision, that it made you feel nauseous and afraid. "King's blood… magic blood. Many names for the same thing. Properties that can do wonders for the world. You see Prince, you are a very important piece in a puzzle that you will never understand. You may think that Dragons make you powerful, and they are powerful beasts…"

He then tossed the needle down. "But you will never know just how powerful you are."

The entire world began to rumble, as he laughed. "The Dead remember. They have long memories." He then stepped into the shadows. "Astapor, as we planned, will fall, and that will serve our purposes."

"What the hell are you!" You demanded.

"Well Prince, if you must know… We are the ones who remember what the Targaryens did to us. What they did to Valyria. And our place in the world. We Remember. Even when you do not." He said as he seemingly vanished into the shadows. "But fear not. You will serve a worthy cause, in life, and in death."

Your hand touches your cheek, and you put your blood on your sword.
Remember something… Your blood is the blood of the Dragon.
And your blade caught fire.

And you began to run.
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D100 + 100 => 197
(This is a good thing)
The Surface was pandemonium. As you looked around you could see the dead rise among the living, the slaves that were killed… and those that tried to fight back were cut down.

What do you do?:

[]Find Maegor and Edwyle: You need to find your companions, quickly, before the city is engulfed in whatever the hell is going on here.

[]Find the Princesses: You need to get the girls or this entire journey would be for naught.

[]Call the Dragons: It would be quite a moment, but you breathed in and began to sing.