A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

Eleventh Day of the Third Month 292 AC

"Is this the way Mantarys greets a Dragonlord?" You call out loud enough for your voice to carry, though hopefully not enough to break the men milling beneath your wings You land in full view though keeping way enough to make it clear you mean them no harm. No one shoots, though you can hear the sounds of crossbows being wound. Dany stays in the air for the moment to look for any threats

You take the chance to take a goo look at the men, to weigh their worth in battle, and at battle's end Their arms look decently cared for their cloaks well kept enough for fighting man without making you suspect noble dilettantes. They must have come in haste, but seem oddly well armed and armored for ones awoken by the breaking of the storm, as if the night did not catch them wholly by surprise, or at the very least as if they were planing to take to the streets at a moment's notice.

"Who are you stranger, who walks in the guise of a dragon and comes upon the wings of chaos?" A man of middling years and prouder bearing than the rest asks. You recall from Maelor that the four-winged silver eagle broach that holds his cloak marks him as a prefect of the night watch.

"I am Viserys Targaryen, last of the Dragonlords and I have come to bring news of a great victory. The great serpent demon was slain. The Listener and his ilk lie dead and broken in their former sanctum, which will never be seen in this city again. The storm and it's denizens where cast down. Even now, the golden beings which are my allies are striking down the fiends and their allies remaining in the skies and on the streets." The more you speak the louder you must do so to be heard as cheers and the beating of weapons on shields fill the air. You snort, they would have probably cheered the very hosts of Hell had they been told the Listener was cast down. Demons make the very worst of masters.

Now to give them something to do: "But I did not come here to lay waste to this city. I do not wish to see Mantarys burned and pillaged after all the blood I spilled for it. So gather your wits and put an end to this, there must be order in the streets. No more need to die, but those who resist will." You know as well as they that you have just given encouragement to pillage for themselves while keeping others back... but by speaking of restoring order now you have hopefully curbed the worst of it, making the leaders think more of the aftermath... of how power may be gained.

"Let it not be said that battle found us wanting!" a nameless voice in the crowd calls out, with more enthusiasm than skill at oratory, but you can see spines stiffen even as orders begins to ring out in an attempt to better order the mass of armed men. Now that the fear of your arrival has passed you realize there is a better armed core of guards and household guards surrounded by braver townsmen as much seeking shelter with the group as truly joining it.

"As we speak, my allies are arming and organizing the slaves to aid you in these tasks. This I decreed and none shall defy it," you carry on, the bitterest draught to swallow, though no one is bold enough to speak up to you, instead whispers rise like an angry drone from the crowd

"Go, now!" you call out louder , though not yet a full-bellied roar but not far from it either. "If you are so craven as to flee to so now, but know that if you think to go against my word in some other way you shall pay the price of defiance in full!" You conjure a corona of flames to lick at your scales illuminating you from behind. "Only for the bold and the clever is the prize this night!"

There is silence... wary but not the timid sock that would mark them as tools wholly without use. "I go now to bring the beast-men to heel," you call out by way of parting rising into the sky yet again.

The cheers are far more subdued, but they are present just the same and sincere enough for what they are.

How do you try to control the minotaurs?

[] Challenge and kill the leader with fang and claw

[] Cow them with magic

[] Write in

OOC: You were pretty close to a fight when you mentioned freeing slaves.