Into the Shadows
Twelfth Day of the Ninth Month 289 AC
Ragman's Harbor stank. Not perhaps as much as your recollections of King's Landing, which was bad enough that not even the rosy glow of nostalgia ameliorate it, but it stank just the same compared to Braavos' better districts. Dany looks distinctly unenthused by the view of porters, mummers, ropemakers, sailmenders, taverners, beggars, and whores plying their trades among the docks serving foreign merchants and Braavosi vessels of ill repute. Seeing this you lean in your sister's direction and whisper: "Not a place you'd expect to find a prince and princess is it?"
"Defin'tely not," Dany says holding her nose theatrically
"Well I think the Usurper and his Dogs would agree," you answer.
You are glad to see Dany's eyes light up with mischief at the thought of deceiving your enemies rather than marked by the formless fear that she usually showed at the prospect of being hunted.
"So you we got to pretend to be someone else, right, like mummers in a play?"
"Clever girl, that's exactly right." you say with genuine surprise and admiration for such sharp wits in a child of five.
Dany looks as proud as she ever was to be congratulated on her reading or figuring at this compliment. For a moment you wonder at your choice to bring her into such a place. What habits might she gain among such gutter-sweepings? No, you do not have the money for the gentile poverty that would provide some measure of protection, not anymore. You would have to vanish altogether. You'd worry about Dany's manners after her safety and not before. The gifts you were given are best suited to places like this.
I never thought I'd be like Bloodraven, a sorcerer and an weaver of intrigue, when I was little but maybe that is what is needed. Rhaegar tried to face the Usurper on the field and he died for it. I won't make his mistake, you think your resolve hardening.
As you turned feeling eyes upon you you saw:
[] A raven like a shadow of the coming night flying straight towards you carried on a cold wind from the sea (Raven familiar, +3 to Appraise checks can speak Bravosi or Common)
[] A strangely well fed looking ginger cat advancing regally towards you (Cat familiar +3 to move Silently Checks)
[] A tinny bright-colored snake that must have escaped from some merchant's hold (Snake familiar +3 to Bluff checks)
[] Write in (Other familiar)
[] Nothing, it must have been your imagination (No familiar for now)
After buying some hot pies from the least dubious looking vendor you could find, you and Dany stand on a lonely half-built pier where the sound of the waves would cover your words before they reached unfriendly ears. Who would you be in this place, now that Viserys Targaryen and his sister Daenerys must vanish:
[] Corlys Waters, born a Crownlander lord's bastard his sister Daena. You used to be squire with the Golden Company before you parted ways in a manner which left you not on the best of terms with them though considerably richer. This would best disguise any Westerosi mannerisms you may retain and you are decent enough with the sword to play the part
[] Alios and his sister Larra. Two children of Lysene origin which fled the city after the tragic deaths of their parents at the hands of rival merchants. This would best explain your features and would do away with any Westerosi connection but you are not sure how well you can impersonate one of the Lysene in deportment
[] Aeros and his sister Saera. Once of Qohor you have fled the city because of religious persecution. Lurid tales of the worship of the Black Goat abound in Braavos so the tale might gain some sympathy even among such lowlifes as dwell around Ragman's Harbor. However you will have to rely entirely on the ignorance of your audience with regards to supporting your supposed heritage in word and deed.
[] Write in