A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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Young kid, young adult, the distinction isn't important. His greatest supporters are dead in a civil war, his remaining vassals are furious and calling for his head, and his future liege intends to depose him. Either way his reign is done.
Jack vile Ripper
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What's his future prospect in our timetable? I won't list off the things the Arryn did during the Rebellion and the Rule afyerwards, but is he going to get the Hoster treatment? Or the Tyrell treatment?
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i mean it does matter, one has agency in his actions the other doesn't
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He's getting stripped of all lands and titles. House Arryn isn't getting a full Lannister treatment, they can still rise in other ways, but they're losing the Vale and the Eyrie.
He personally didn't do anything, his House did.
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Found the chapter. Apparently he just changed to his real age, so he's still a kid.
Interlude CMLXV: Secrets and Scars
Secrets and Scars
Eleventh Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
To say Edmure Tully was shocked to find a queen and a prince's bastard waiting outside the door of his dingy room above the taproom of the Lakeskipper Inn would be to vastly underestimate his reaction. When telling the tale later he would recount how he had jumped backwards and reached for his sword, before common courtesy caught up to shock. He would forget how the first sound passing his lips was more strangled yelp than full-throated shock, though that might perhaps be forgiven, given the grim and silent guard that warded the two women, the two sorceresses.
Once they had explained their purpose here and his father bending knee to the Dragon the heir of Riverrun grew less surprised, not more for such had been his thought for many days and nights, though his expression darkened in hearing how much his House had already lost. It proved little salve to his heart when the Dornishwoman pointed out with a damnably smug smile, "You still get off better than the Lannisters."
How fucking gracious of her, who had never held a fief nor ruled anything more than her own passions and desires, as much as any get of Oberyn Martell could do so, to tell him that, Edmure seethed behind the most pleasant smile he could manage. It was not that pleasant.
***
The Eyrie was white as bone against the moonlight and the wind howled over its battlements like the baying of a masterless dog, like the cries of lost children. They found little more warmth within its walls, for all the Dornish witch veiled herself and her companions into dissembling guise. The voices of the servants trembled when he mentioned that he would see his sister. When the laid eyes on her Edmure understood why. Rather than the plump pale cheeks he recalled from their last meeting his younger sister seemed to have melted away, the skin hanging off her bones a little too loose, giving her a sickly mien that almost made him want to ask queen Rhaella if she knew any healing magic. Only Lysa's eyes burned bright in her face, like hot coals burning into his skull.
She snatched their father's letter from his grasp with hardly a by-your-leave and read it once, then again features shifting to disbelief and anger. "So that's it then? It was all for nothing, my pain my anguish, my guilt lying next to an old man of an age with my grandsire? All because father is a gutless coward who will rather squirm on his belly before a dragon than fight for his legacy. I went into the birthing bed like a soldier goes to a war they know to be lost. I bore my precious husband's clammy touch and thin seed, and for what? To have my Sweetrobin called a bastard, an inconvenience to be strangled on some dark night at the Dragon's whim?!"
By the end she was screaming and Edmure did not know what to say or do. She was mad... she....
"If you believe nothing else about Viserys Targaryen believe that he will not be murdering any children," Tyene Sandviper's voice emerged from behind Lysa. She must have followed him unseen, Edmure realized, not quite able to conjure any dislike for her under the circumstances. As Lysa whirled around to face her, hand going to a bejeweled dagger hidden in the folds of her dress, the Dornishwoman continued calmly. "Why sacrifice anymore for your husband's name and House if you hate him so? Do you think this place will grant your son happiness? Power, prestige, all surrounded by a thousand wagging tongues and fool's suspicions, a gilded yoke about his neck even if you could somehow keep him in Jon Arryn's seat."
"What the fuck do you know of sacrifice, whore?" Lysa screamed, spittle flying. All Edmure could think of was that the word sat ill upon his sister's lips. Confusion quickly gave way to horror when she continued. "Have you birthed dead babe after dead babe to pity and distain only to remember the time your own father forced moontea on you to kill the only healthy life you have known within you?"
"No, I haven't," Tyene Sandviper replied with that same strange calm. "I have never borne a babe and don't plan to if I live to be a thousand years old. It sounds bloody terrifying and I've lived through demons trying to take my soul and monsters trying to eat my brain."
At this Lysa just stopped, shock writ clear on her face. "You can't... can't just say that."
"Can, already did," the Dornishwoman replied, stepping closer to Lysa and slowly taking the dagger from nerveless fingers. "Now do you want to be alive to tell your father he was a heartless son of a bitch or die and let him think he did it because he 'loved' you?"
"G-grandmother wasn't a b-bitch," Lysa said slowly. Tears were starting to flow down her cheeks as she almost collapsed in the younger woman's arms.
"Sorry. Couldn't rightly call him a bastard considering..." The Sandsnake spoke in a wry tone Edmure would not have expected of her as she embraced Lysa gingerly. Most of his attention was on keeping back the thought of what Lysa had said. She was distraught, it didn't mean anything surely.
The last thing Edmure Tully heard before he left the room was Lysa saying softly. "He's dead, he's dead, he fell..."
It was perhaps fortunate for his peace of mind that this was one secret he did not delve into. Lysa Arryn and her son would not be returning to Riverrun.
OOC: I know you guys wanted me to hurry but I felt the need to write this given both the political implications and the fact that we have followed the story of Lysa and Petyr in other interludes.
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What reign even? It's been only a few months since John Arryn died and he had been barely governing the Vale for years, since he was busy doing so for Robert in Kings Landing.
That's the reason I wanted to keep stirring shit in the Vale. They never managed to properly settle John Arryns succession, let alone Roberts regency.
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Tyene: "My future offspring will be grown in a vat and tended to by fleshcrafters, as is proper."
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Looks like Robyn might be a Scholarum student one day.
Lya and Tyene shall be the grandest of pioneers in this new field.
ryuan
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Shame, I thought she went cray cray and Tiene ended up using more energetic measures to convince her.
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Good. A few high-level heal spells and maybe a Miracle should get her back to full health and thanks to everything in her life, it's pretty trivial to win her over to our side of things once we show some basic decency to her.
That leaves Harry the Heir, a small kid right now, and that obscure other Arryn branch in the running for the Eyri. Which means nobody of any great import, so we can just tell them to pound dirt.
Or just ask them if they really, really want to claim the legacy of John Arryn, Hand of Robert Baratheon, one of the principle architects of the Rebellion, cause for Viserys being exiled from Braavos, and instigator of at least one attack on the Deep and Viserys life.
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Secrets and Scars
Eleventh Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
To say Edmure Tully was shocked to find a queen and a prince's bastard waiting outside the door of his dingy room above the taproom of the Lakeskipper Inn would be to vastly underestimate his reaction. When telling the tale later, he would recount how he had jumped backwards and reached for his sword, before common courtesy caught up to his shock. He would forget how the first sound passing his lips was more strangled yelp than full throated shout, though that might perhaps be forgiven, given the grim and silent guard that warded the two women, the two sorceresses.
Once they had explained their purpose here and his father bending knee to the dragon, the heir of Riverrun grew less surprised, not more, for such had been his thought for many days and nights, though his expression darkened in hearing how much his House had already lost. It proved little salve to his heart when the Dornishwoman pointed out with a damnably smug smile. "You still get off better than the Lannisters."
How fucking gracious of her, who had never held a fief nor ruled anything more than her own passions and desires, as much as any get of Oberyn Martell could do so, to tell him that, Edmure seethed behind the most pleasant smile he could manage. It was not that pleasant.
***
The Eyrie was white as bone against the moonlight and the wind howled over its battlements like the baying of a masterless dog, like the cries of lost children. They found little more warmth within its walls, for all the Dornish witch veiled herself and her companions into dissembling guise. The voices of the servants trembled when he mentioned that he would see his sister. When the laid eyes on her, Edmure understood why. Rather than the plump pale cheeks he recalled from their last meeting, his younger sister seemed to have melted away, the skin hanging off her bones a little too loose, giving her a sickly mien that almost made him want to ask queen Rhaella if she knew any healing magic. Only Lysa's eyes burned bright in her face, like hot coals burning into his skull.
She snatched their father's letter from his grasp with hardly a by-your-leave and read it once, then again, features shifting to disbelief and anger. "So that's it then, it was all for nothing, my pain, my anguish, my guilt lying next to an old man of an age with my grandsire? All because father is a gutless coward who will rather squirm on his belly before a dragon than fight for his legacy. I went into the birthing bed like a soldier goes to a war they know to be lost. I bore my precious husband's clammy touch and thin seed and for what? To have my Sweetrobin called a bastard, an inconvenience to be strangled on some dark night at the Dragon's whim?"
By the end she was screaming and Edmure did not know what to say or do. She was mad... she....
"If you believe nothing else about Viserys Targaryen, believe that he will not be murdering any children," Tyene Sandviper's voice emerged from behind Lysa. She must have followed him unseen, Edmure realized, not quite able to conjure any dislike for her under the circumstances. As Lysa whirled around to face her, hand going to a bejeweled dagger hidden in the folds of her dress, the Dornishwoman continued calmly. "Why sacrifice anymore for your husband's name and House if you hate him so? Do you think this place will grant your son happiness? Power, prestige, all surrounded by a thousand wagging tongues and fool's suspicions, a gilded yoke about his neck even if you could somehow keep him in Jon Arryn's seat."
"What the fuck do you know of sacrifice, whore?" Lysa screamed, spittle flying. All Edmure could think of was that the word sat ill upon his sister's lips. Confusion quickly gave way to horror when she continued. "Have you birthed dead babe after dead babe to pity and disdain, only to remember the time your own father forced moontea on you to kill the only healthy life you have known within you?"
"No, I haven't," Tyene Sandviper replied with that same strange calm. "I have never borne a babe and don't plan to, even if I live to be a thousand years old. It sounds bloody terrifying and I've lived through demons trying to take my soul and monsters trying to eat my brain."
At this Lysa just stopped, shock writ clear on her face. "You can't... can't just say that."
"Can, already did," the Dornishwoman replied, stepping closer to Lysa and slowly taking the dagger from nerveless fingers. "Now do you want to be alive to tell your father he was a heartless son of a bitch or die and let him think he did it because he 'loved' you?"
"G-grandmother wasn't a b-bitch," Lysa said slowly. Tears were starting to flow down her cheeks as she almost collapsed in the younger woman's arms.
"Sorry. Couldn't rightly call him a bastard considering..." The Sandsnake spoke in a wry tone Edmure would not have expected of her as she embraced Lysa gingerly. Most of his attention was on keeping back the thought of what Lysa had said. She was distraught, it didn't mean anything surely.
The last thing Edmure Tully heard before he left the room was Lysa saying softly. "He's dead, he's dead, he fell..."
It was perhaps fortunate for his peace of mind that this was one secret he did not delve into. Lysa Arryn and her son would not be returning to Riverrun.
OOC: I know you guys wanted me to hurry but I felt the need to write this given both the political implications and the fact that we have followed the story of Lysa and Petyr in other interludes. Not yet edited,
Dang, making me think about just what a shitty hand Lysa was dealt in life. I never liked her, but she does deserve some sympathy for the situation she ended up in through little fault of her own.
I'm glad we sent Tyene. She handled that as well as anyone could have expected.
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Jack vile Ripper
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Hm, when was this? I thought it was Stannis that planned the Naval attack using the Royal Fleet.
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no he just lead it, he was sent by Jon
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Ha! That is the future Duchess of the Runestone province Edmure, while you are the heir of a mere count. She is of superior rank to you now.
Hell, Oberyn is a Duke (Count? What did we give him again?) ruling over part of the Rhoyne now. The Martells and Sandvipers are going to be so fucking smug when talking to most of the Western Provinces noblity once the Pacification is complete. They really came out miles ahead of even the other loyalists.
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Oberyn should be a Duke. However, Waymar is Bronze Jons third son, so she won't become the Duchess of Runestone.
She's owning hakf of two major companies though, so she is well beyond independently wealthy. She's more "filthy rich" actually.
Thus, she owns a whole damn lot more then Edmure.
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It pays to spill blood and adventure alongside the Dragon King.
Also we should make very certain that Lysa never learns that Littlefinger was disposed of by us.
Who fell, Robert Arryn? If yes we might want to do something about that, Lysa is just the type to do anything for a resurrection of her only son... and if we don't make an offer to her, someone or something else will.
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Andar is the heir. Waymar will sadly be known as Lady Sandviper's husband in the vein of Mrs. Bezos if that guy is married.
Well, Littlefinger is not soulkilled, so maybe Lysa would go on her own quest to ressurrect him, but his soul declines saying... "only Cat."
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Other than an utter mental breakdown what can she do to us? Her family is quite literally on the list of people Viserys has reasons to not like. She can do jack shit to us.
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I mean, it would be an inconvenience, and it'd be trivial to keep her from knowing. Unless we want to take everything from her, which is also fine.
Crake
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@Azel I get the impression that the Vale is so insular, that they might not realize that there's very little point in thinking overmuch about who is going to be regent for whom, or who is going to try to claim the Eyrie and Vale for themselves. It's just a bunch of people with hot tempers, pointing fingers at each other and trying to feel like they're in control, and not really caring or paying attention to the rest of Westeros, and really that is just quintessentially Valish attitude.
The Riverlands pays attention to Westeros because if something goes down, they're getting involved, no matter what. Westerlands is industrious and every House is involved in trade and economically invested in having an advantage, so they're at least paying attention to the South. The Crownlands is usually focused more on what the Capital is doing, the Stormlands is watching at least the Reach and Dorne because of rivalries, and the Reach is also similarly invariably either insular or hyper-focused on everyone else making plays in the South AND the Capital, depending.
Vale won't react much until there's a dragon on their door step, nor will it really enter their heads that the succession of the Vale is already a foregone conclusion through factors entirely outside of their own control... because no one really bugs the Vale. Pretty much Targaryens have been the ones to historically bother the Vale. No one else cares.
The Riverlands pays attention to Westeros because if something goes down, they're getting involved, no matter what. Westerlands is industrious and every House is involved in trade and economically invested in having an advantage, so they're at least paying attention to the South. The Crownlands is usually focused more on what the Capital is doing, the Stormlands is watching at least the Reach and Dorne because of rivalries, and the Reach is also similarly invariably either insular or hyper-focused on everyone else making plays in the South AND the Capital, depending.
Vale won't react much until there's a dragon on their door step, nor will it really enter their heads that the succession of the Vale is already a foregone conclusion through factors entirely outside of their own control... because no one really bugs the Vale. Pretty much Targaryens have been the ones to historically bother the Vale. No one else cares.
She is talking about Baelish, pushed off the parapet of the Red Keep by 'Varys'
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