The Withdrawal:
Rolls:
1D100 => 76+10=86,
1D100 => 61+20=81,
1D100 => 53+50=103,
1D100 => 30+70=100
(Jon POV)
Perhaps you were a bit to hastey in his plan, no matter. You had everything you needed for the entire scheme to work. That was, the seven willing, that no one had caught onto the scheme.
But it mattered little how much you prayed, only that your action was well played, and your role, perfect.
You marched into the iron bank and made it absolutely clear that things were going to happen, and that meetings needed to be arranged.
The magistrate was not happy to see you when you finally arrived. "Ah, Lord Arryn, welcome back to the Iron Bank."
"I have little time to exchange pleasantries lord Magistrate, my king wishes for the immediate withdrawal of all funds that are stored and kept in the vaults belonging to the Iron throne and the kingdom of Westeros, along with the vaults of every Vale lord who had opened and operated an account, including my own." You than quickly handed over the letter from Aegon, and hoped by all the Seven hells that this man wasn't going to say no.
All the gold from Westeros, invested into the bank for safe keeping suddenly taken away by the bank because the Lord's and the King himself had a plan…
Wars were started for less. And you would be quite happy to burn this shit hole to the ground. The months of agonizing planning, waiting and networking to get the gold, and his objective safely to Westeros, and into the court of King's Landing, was quite infuriating.
Aegon's plan however, was worth all the trouble. Because if the bank was doing what you thought it was doing… well, you might have to kill your way out.
And you didn't trust your odds, not with only twenty men, ten ships and an ocean away from any reinforcements.
The magistrates face looked white as snow as the letters were set down. "I am perplexed as to why His Grace would so suddenly withdraw his assets and the assets of his vassals. Would care to supply the reason why Your Grace wishes to do so?"
The look on that bastards face was almost as priceless as the first time you beat Yohn in a wrestling match when you were a child. "It's quite simple. He has lost faith in the Iron Bank to protect his investments and his gold."
There was a frown. "And how has he lost faith in our institution?"
You smiled and leaned forward. "He read my report, of how you almost fell for a fraud, claiming to be the representative of His Grace, Aegon the Fifth. He saw it as a clear violation of trust and he feels unsure if such a matter would be prevented, had his valuables kept in court had stayed in court, rather than being sent here."
The magistrate had beads of sweat dripping down his face. "His Grace clearly misunderstands the situation of the incident in question."
You leaned back. "I requested, multiple times, for the identity of the party who tried to withdraw the contents of the vault. Your institution, refused to hand over the name of the party. His Grace, cannot allow such secrecy when some of his most treasured artifacts are nearly stolen. He wished for justice be brought upon them, but you refused to act." You stated. "So, he will act first."
You turned around. "You are making a terrible mistake, Lord Arryn. You and your king." The magistrate said.
"Is that a threat Lord Magistrate?" You asked as you tighten your hand into a fist.
The magistrate stopped moving, as if he froze in place by fear.
"I thought so." You replied as you walked out of the room. "We will need the withdrawals back to King's Landing in time, but a fleet commanded by His Grace's Master of Ship's will arrive in the city shorly to load the gold to be ferried back to Westeros. It would be best not to lose a single Dragon before they arrive… Stormlanders do not think kindly of thieves."
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You met with the guard. "Is everything there Balish?"
"Yes Lord Arryn. And might I remind you that if the Bank were to learn of your treachery, they will try to rectify it." He stated.
"I am not worried about them, at least right now. Now, are they all there?" You asked.
"All the ledgers, bank records, everything, all the records of the men who tried to rob your king. Along with your kings… Whatever they are." The man replied.
Good. "I take it that any payment would not be acceptable."
"Just a favor Lord Arryn." The guard stated. "My son is in Westeros, a boy with his mother in Gulltown. Please… let him have a better life than I have."
You nodded. "I will see to it."
You walked away, with the chest in hand.
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You couldn't believe it… How in blazes did they almost get away with… with stealing millions of Gold Dragons.
The Blackfyres would have much to answer for. But now… now you would have to get home.
Speak to Arstan… and prepare.
You removed the dagger from the assassin's throat. Bastard trying to hide among your men... you almost didn't catch him either, until you saw the mans feet.
It was quite hard to hide clean feet on a deck of a tar covered ship.
AN: Enjoy
