Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Fantasy
Canon omake: Musings at Midnight, Part 2 By Alexander Sturnn
Musings at Midnight, Part 2
Army Camp of King Robert Baratheon
(Jon Arryn POV)
"So...the Dragonspawn has finally stopped running, has he?", asked Robert with a strange mixture of professional calm and burning fury. He and Jon Arryn sat in the Lord of the Vale's tent, going over the Reports of their Scouts.
Jon decided against reminding his former Ward of the Fact that Viserys had never 'ran' from them. If anything, he had always sought a confrontation from the Start and had, in fact, taken quite a bit of Land at this Point. But reminding Robert of such things at this Time would only make him more angry.
"Indeed, your Grace", he said instead. "The enemy Army has firmly taken Camp on the other side of the River, just close enough that you can still se their Camp Fires in the Distance. They intend to give Battle here, no doubt about it. Their Forces consist of the North, the Riverlands and the Westerlands, all together around 50.000 Men strong, same as our Army. Though reports state that they also have a Dragon flying with them."
Robert grunted. "So...that little Fucker wants to repeat the Battle of the Trident, does he?" Fury began to rise in his Voice. "Very well. I will smash him to Pieces, just like I did with his Brother! Him and all the fucking traitorous Shitheads that march with him!!"
Jon hesitated. "Your Grace...your anger is understandable, but please, don't let it goad you into making the same Mistakes against Viserys as Prince Rhae-"
"DO NOT SPEAK THESE BASTARDS NAMES!!!", Robert roared with Fury and jumped up, his face red with anger. "I'm sick of hearing this Valyrian Drivel!!"
Jon fell silent as Robert walked up and down in the Tent, gritting his teeth and snarling with fury.
"No matter what I fucking do, these white-haired, purple-eyed Monsters just refuse to quit and drop dead!!", he ranted. "No matter how many of them fall, they keep coming back and subvert Westeros with their Scheming and Treason!! First they kidnap Lyanna and murder Ned's family, then they flee from their rightful Punishment, then they scheme against the Piece and Prosperity of all Westeros and manage to turn half my fucking Realm against me, including the Kingslayer and Stannis!! THEY EVEN GOT NED TO BETRAY ME!! And after that, they come back here with an Army, take my Homelands and murder Renly, all just to take that stupid Chair and their Power back!! If that doesn't proof that they are all evil to the core, I don't know what does!!"
"Y-your Grace...", Jon tried to weakly interrupt Robert, but he wouldn't listen.
"And who know what else they are responsible for?!", he asked with a paranoid glint in his eyes. "Who know how long they have schemed against the Seven Kingdoms?! Probably since even before the Conqueror and his Sister-Whores!! They might be responsible for all evil that has ever plagued the Continent!!" He clenched his Hands into Fists. "But I will show them...oh, I WILL SHOW THEM!! They have no Place here in Westeros!! I will prove it by smashing their latest Attempt to plunge Westeros into Darkness tomorrow when I smash that Boy-King's chest in and kill these fucking Traitors who march with him! I will mount his Dragon's head in the Red Keep right above my Throne!! Then I will capture the Rest of them and throttle the Life out of his little Bitch of a Sister with my bare Hands!!! And then...I will do what's necessary. The Dragonspawns will NEVER threaten Westeros and it's People again once I'm done!!"
Jon looked at Robert with wide eyes. Once again, for a split second, he didn't see the Man he had once fostered during his Boyhood...but the shade of a shrieking Madman with wild, unkempt hair and absurdly long Fingernails.
Robert took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. "...I...I think I need some fresh air. And then we should all go to rest." He offered a small smile. "Worry not, Jon. Tomorrow, we will end this threat once and for all!"
With that, he left the tent. Jon stared down at the Goblet of Wine he had poured himself but still hadn't touched. Right now, he had no desire to drink. Instead fear, sorrow and despair warred within him. Fear for the fate of Westeros and his Family after the Battle tomorrow, no matter who won. Sorrow for seeing how far one of men he loved like his own Sons had fallen and that both of them were about to meet the other in battle. And despair for the fact that, even if Robert was victorious, he had now become another Tyrant like Aerys the Mad.
He couldn't stop anymore. He had chosen to stand with his King and former Ward, as his Duty as Hand of the King demanded. Not to mention that he was afraid what the Targaryens would do to Lysa and his little Boy back home should they retake the Throne. However...he wasn't blind to what was happening. Robert's growing madness, the Hostages, the Dragon Screams...and the fact that Stannis and Ned, both of them honest and upstanding Men, had declared for Viserys Targaryen.
Still...it was too late to turn back now. Come what may, tomorrow former Friends and Family would meet in bloody Battle. And no matter who won, Jon feared that they all would lose one way or another in the end. Once more, sorrow and despair began to overtake his mind. No matter how he looked at it, it couldn't be denied. Both as Hand of the King and as a Foster Father, he had failed miserably.
The aging Lord Arryn buried his Face in his hands and wept.
How did it all go so wrong...?
(Robert Baratheon POV)
He stood at the Edge of his Camp, eyes narrowed and looking into the Distance. There, far away, lay the Dragonspawn, no doubt reveling in his cruelty, madness and evil. How he had to relish the News of the Fall of the Stormlands and Renly's death, as well as the Knowledge of how many had flocked to his Banner.
I should've killed every last one of these Fuckers when I had the Chance!, Robert thought hatefully.
He had been too merciful, too gullible. He realized that now. To cut out the cancerous growth of the Dragonspawn, every last one of them had to die. Once this War was won, he would have the Maesters search through the Records and the Mockingbird's spies look closely over the Smallfolk. Every last Noble of Valyrian Descent and every last Person with Valyrian Features in Westeros would be put to the Sword! Perhaps he should also mount a Campaign to Essos afterwards to do the same there and free not only Westeros but the entire World form the Evil of the Dragonspawn!
How much had they taken from him?! His beloved She-Wolf Lyanna, the support and love of his Brother Stannis, so much of his Realm! Even Ned's mind had been poisoned by their Lies!!
Robert sighed as he thought about his old Friend. He was the one Traitor he would be lenient towards. Ned would be sent to the Wall, but his young Boy Robb could keep the North. It was the least he could do for the man who had once been his best Friend, before the Dragonspawn got their Claws into him.
Robert scowled as his mind wandered to Stannis. Sure, he had never really gotten along with his grim-looking younger Brother, but they still had been Family, dammit!! Even after he had banished Stannis, he had never thought that he would ever side with the Dragonspawn! And now he was leading their War-Effort from Dragonstone, according to the Reports. His Actions had contributed to Renly's death! The very same Boy he had saved during the Siege of Storm's End in the Rebellion!! Was Stannis heart really cold enough that he could do something like that and feel nothing?!
...Bah, it didn't matter for now. He would have to think about that later. Ideally without the Harpy shrieking into one of his Ears and his little Shit of a Brat Joffrey whining into the Other. He clenched his Fists. That was another Thing he could blame on the Dragonspawn. Had they not kidnapped, raped and murdered Lyanna, he would not have to suffer with Cersei fucking Lannister in his bed and a Boy as cowardly as he was cruel and stupid as his Son and Heir. Perhaps they had even had a hand in the sinking of the Ship that carried his Parents?!
He growled under his breath. Everything bad in his Life, all that had happened, could be traced back to the fucking Dragonspawn!!
But it would all end tomorrow! He shouldered his mighty Warhammer and glared across the Trident as he thought about the Boy who fancied himself King, Brother of Rhaegar the Rapist and Son of Aerys the Mad, who he would meet in battle tomorrow.
Come, you fucking Dragonspawn. Just like your Brother, come and DIE!!!
A.N.: And here we go. Part two is done.
I decided against picking a POV for Viserys and Barristan Selmy. We already know what Viserys is thinking and I already covered Selmy's feelings on this whole Situation in the 'The Mad Stag'-Omake months ago.
First, Jon Arryn. He's another one of those People in the Quest I feel sorry for. He knows what Robert has become, but he still loves him like a Son. And unlike Ned, he can't bring himself to cast his Honor and Attachments aside to do what is right. That's just not the Man he is. All he can do is soldier on, reflect on his Mistakes and Failures and where they led him (which I showed by him having the same final thought of his POV-Part as Ned) and cling to a desperate Hope that at least his Family will survive the War.
And last but not least, the Villain of this Story-Arc.
I hope I brought the delusional Paranoia and Madness that is raging in Robert at this Point over well. I think, deep down, he knows what he has become...but he deflects from that by blaming everything bad that happened in his Life on the 'Dragonspawn' and uses their supposed 'evil' as an excuse to both himself and others to indulge himself in the Bloodlust and hatred that has long since consumed his mind.
At this Point, he really is Aerys II., only more competent. But under that competence, all that's left is that same snarling, raving Animal that has to be put down before it can kill and hurt even more People.
I hope you all enjoyed this. Now let's march into War and set the Seven Kingdoms free!!
Army Camp of King Robert Baratheon
(Jon Arryn POV)
"So...the Dragonspawn has finally stopped running, has he?", asked Robert with a strange mixture of professional calm and burning fury. He and Jon Arryn sat in the Lord of the Vale's tent, going over the Reports of their Scouts.
Jon decided against reminding his former Ward of the Fact that Viserys had never 'ran' from them. If anything, he had always sought a confrontation from the Start and had, in fact, taken quite a bit of Land at this Point. But reminding Robert of such things at this Time would only make him more angry.
"Indeed, your Grace", he said instead. "The enemy Army has firmly taken Camp on the other side of the River, just close enough that you can still se their Camp Fires in the Distance. They intend to give Battle here, no doubt about it. Their Forces consist of the North, the Riverlands and the Westerlands, all together around 50.000 Men strong, same as our Army. Though reports state that they also have a Dragon flying with them."
Robert grunted. "So...that little Fucker wants to repeat the Battle of the Trident, does he?" Fury began to rise in his Voice. "Very well. I will smash him to Pieces, just like I did with his Brother! Him and all the fucking traitorous Shitheads that march with him!!"
Jon hesitated. "Your Grace...your anger is understandable, but please, don't let it goad you into making the same Mistakes against Viserys as Prince Rhae-"
"DO NOT SPEAK THESE BASTARDS NAMES!!!", Robert roared with Fury and jumped up, his face red with anger. "I'm sick of hearing this Valyrian Drivel!!"
Jon fell silent as Robert walked up and down in the Tent, gritting his teeth and snarling with fury.
"No matter what I fucking do, these white-haired, purple-eyed Monsters just refuse to quit and drop dead!!", he ranted. "No matter how many of them fall, they keep coming back and subvert Westeros with their Scheming and Treason!! First they kidnap Lyanna and murder Ned's family, then they flee from their rightful Punishment, then they scheme against the Piece and Prosperity of all Westeros and manage to turn half my fucking Realm against me, including the Kingslayer and Stannis!! THEY EVEN GOT NED TO BETRAY ME!! And after that, they come back here with an Army, take my Homelands and murder Renly, all just to take that stupid Chair and their Power back!! If that doesn't proof that they are all evil to the core, I don't know what does!!"
"Y-your Grace...", Jon tried to weakly interrupt Robert, but he wouldn't listen.
"And who know what else they are responsible for?!", he asked with a paranoid glint in his eyes. "Who know how long they have schemed against the Seven Kingdoms?! Probably since even before the Conqueror and his Sister-Whores!! They might be responsible for all evil that has ever plagued the Continent!!" He clenched his Hands into Fists. "But I will show them...oh, I WILL SHOW THEM!! They have no Place here in Westeros!! I will prove it by smashing their latest Attempt to plunge Westeros into Darkness tomorrow when I smash that Boy-King's chest in and kill these fucking Traitors who march with him! I will mount his Dragon's head in the Red Keep right above my Throne!! Then I will capture the Rest of them and throttle the Life out of his little Bitch of a Sister with my bare Hands!!! And then...I will do what's necessary. The Dragonspawns will NEVER threaten Westeros and it's People again once I'm done!!"
Jon looked at Robert with wide eyes. Once again, for a split second, he didn't see the Man he had once fostered during his Boyhood...but the shade of a shrieking Madman with wild, unkempt hair and absurdly long Fingernails.
Robert took a deep breath and calmed down a bit. "...I...I think I need some fresh air. And then we should all go to rest." He offered a small smile. "Worry not, Jon. Tomorrow, we will end this threat once and for all!"
With that, he left the tent. Jon stared down at the Goblet of Wine he had poured himself but still hadn't touched. Right now, he had no desire to drink. Instead fear, sorrow and despair warred within him. Fear for the fate of Westeros and his Family after the Battle tomorrow, no matter who won. Sorrow for seeing how far one of men he loved like his own Sons had fallen and that both of them were about to meet the other in battle. And despair for the fact that, even if Robert was victorious, he had now become another Tyrant like Aerys the Mad.
He couldn't stop anymore. He had chosen to stand with his King and former Ward, as his Duty as Hand of the King demanded. Not to mention that he was afraid what the Targaryens would do to Lysa and his little Boy back home should they retake the Throne. However...he wasn't blind to what was happening. Robert's growing madness, the Hostages, the Dragon Screams...and the fact that Stannis and Ned, both of them honest and upstanding Men, had declared for Viserys Targaryen.
Still...it was too late to turn back now. Come what may, tomorrow former Friends and Family would meet in bloody Battle. And no matter who won, Jon feared that they all would lose one way or another in the end. Once more, sorrow and despair began to overtake his mind. No matter how he looked at it, it couldn't be denied. Both as Hand of the King and as a Foster Father, he had failed miserably.
The aging Lord Arryn buried his Face in his hands and wept.
How did it all go so wrong...?
(Robert Baratheon POV)
He stood at the Edge of his Camp, eyes narrowed and looking into the Distance. There, far away, lay the Dragonspawn, no doubt reveling in his cruelty, madness and evil. How he had to relish the News of the Fall of the Stormlands and Renly's death, as well as the Knowledge of how many had flocked to his Banner.
I should've killed every last one of these Fuckers when I had the Chance!, Robert thought hatefully.
He had been too merciful, too gullible. He realized that now. To cut out the cancerous growth of the Dragonspawn, every last one of them had to die. Once this War was won, he would have the Maesters search through the Records and the Mockingbird's spies look closely over the Smallfolk. Every last Noble of Valyrian Descent and every last Person with Valyrian Features in Westeros would be put to the Sword! Perhaps he should also mount a Campaign to Essos afterwards to do the same there and free not only Westeros but the entire World form the Evil of the Dragonspawn!
How much had they taken from him?! His beloved She-Wolf Lyanna, the support and love of his Brother Stannis, so much of his Realm! Even Ned's mind had been poisoned by their Lies!!
Robert sighed as he thought about his old Friend. He was the one Traitor he would be lenient towards. Ned would be sent to the Wall, but his young Boy Robb could keep the North. It was the least he could do for the man who had once been his best Friend, before the Dragonspawn got their Claws into him.
Robert scowled as his mind wandered to Stannis. Sure, he had never really gotten along with his grim-looking younger Brother, but they still had been Family, dammit!! Even after he had banished Stannis, he had never thought that he would ever side with the Dragonspawn! And now he was leading their War-Effort from Dragonstone, according to the Reports. His Actions had contributed to Renly's death! The very same Boy he had saved during the Siege of Storm's End in the Rebellion!! Was Stannis heart really cold enough that he could do something like that and feel nothing?!
...Bah, it didn't matter for now. He would have to think about that later. Ideally without the Harpy shrieking into one of his Ears and his little Shit of a Brat Joffrey whining into the Other. He clenched his Fists. That was another Thing he could blame on the Dragonspawn. Had they not kidnapped, raped and murdered Lyanna, he would not have to suffer with Cersei fucking Lannister in his bed and a Boy as cowardly as he was cruel and stupid as his Son and Heir. Perhaps they had even had a hand in the sinking of the Ship that carried his Parents?!
He growled under his breath. Everything bad in his Life, all that had happened, could be traced back to the fucking Dragonspawn!!
But it would all end tomorrow! He shouldered his mighty Warhammer and glared across the Trident as he thought about the Boy who fancied himself King, Brother of Rhaegar the Rapist and Son of Aerys the Mad, who he would meet in battle tomorrow.
Come, you fucking Dragonspawn. Just like your Brother, come and DIE!!!
A.N.: And here we go. Part two is done.
I decided against picking a POV for Viserys and Barristan Selmy. We already know what Viserys is thinking and I already covered Selmy's feelings on this whole Situation in the 'The Mad Stag'-Omake months ago.
First, Jon Arryn. He's another one of those People in the Quest I feel sorry for. He knows what Robert has become, but he still loves him like a Son. And unlike Ned, he can't bring himself to cast his Honor and Attachments aside to do what is right. That's just not the Man he is. All he can do is soldier on, reflect on his Mistakes and Failures and where they led him (which I showed by him having the same final thought of his POV-Part as Ned) and cling to a desperate Hope that at least his Family will survive the War.
And last but not least, the Villain of this Story-Arc.
I hope I brought the delusional Paranoia and Madness that is raging in Robert at this Point over well. I think, deep down, he knows what he has become...but he deflects from that by blaming everything bad that happened in his Life on the 'Dragonspawn' and uses their supposed 'evil' as an excuse to both himself and others to indulge himself in the Bloodlust and hatred that has long since consumed his mind.
At this Point, he really is Aerys II., only more competent. But under that competence, all that's left is that same snarling, raving Animal that has to be put down before it can kill and hurt even more People.
I hope you all enjoyed this. Now let's march into War and set the Seven Kingdoms free!!
Last edited:
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Another +10 to the rolls.
+40 there is.
And oh boy this battle is going to be...
Well not long, nor a dozy, but it is going to be satisfying.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I've rather enjoyed the drop-ins on major players. It's actually inspired a couple dabbles of my own, if there's time yet to finish and submit them before the battle?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
I'm posting the battle tonight... (Well, Viserys' going in and consequences of that)
Last edited:
- Pronouns
- She/Her
For context, is tonight for you in 2 hours, 5, 8? Just don't wanna bombard the thread, but if there's time to get some in...
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
3 pm PST.
Edit: I'm pretty sick and want to post it before I go to bed.
Last edited:
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X]Join the Northmen: You will go to Lord Stark, and fight with his men. The Northmen… deserve that much from you, after all the pain that your family had caused them.
My condolences. I hope you get better soon.
Canon omake: Campfire Talk Alexander Sturnn
Soooo...since my Muse won't shut up, have another Pre-Battle Round of Stuff. This time from the poor Schmucks that make up the Cannon Fodder- errrrr, our valiant Footmen, of course.
Campfire Talk
"Hey, you poor sods! Come over here, or you'll get a cold!"
Rickard watched as the young Westerlanders, who had sat in the cold until now, gratefully took him up on his Invitation and joined up with him and his Companions from the North and the Riverlands, who sat around the roaring Fire. It was clear that the young Fellows had felt too intimidated to approach the grizzled looking Veterans on their own.
Jonos, his Friend from the Riverlands, chuckled as he watched the youngsters take their Seats. "A bit intimidated, where you? I understand...was the same with us on our first Campaigns." He looked at the Leader of the small Group of Westerlanders. "This is your first Campaign, right boy? What's your Name?"
"Ehm...Lann, Ser", the boy said with a nervous smile.
"None of that 'Ser' Stuff here, Lann", Rickard reassured him. "You have the same Rank we do. The only difference is that we are old farts while you are as fresh as milk coming straight from a Cows udder."
That Line provided some good-natured laughter and chuckling from everyone around the Campfire. The Ice was starting to crack and the Men struck up Conversations, no matter if old or young and from which Kingdom.
Rickard smiled, remembering how this exact same Scene had played out years earlier, when he had marched towards the Trident in the Rebel Army. Back then, he had been the young and green Recruit who had to be provided some Assistance by the older Veterans. Now he had stepped up in their role. He still remembered how scared shitless he had been of the coming Battle and grim and grizzled Soldiers who had done this for longer then him. It was only fair that he provided the same help he had gotten to the next Generation.
"E-excuse me...?"
He turned around to the young Lann who had scooted a bit closer to him.
"Name's Rickard, boy. You have any Questions, just ask", he told him firmly, but not unkindly.
"R-right... Rickard, you said this wasn't your first Campaign?", Lann asked, trying to banish the obvious nervousness from his Voice.
Jonos, who had been listening in, chuckled. "It's not, Lann. Rick and I, we had our first battle in the very River you see over there. We fought on Robert Baratheon's and Lord Starks side when they kicked the Dragons out. We became Friends on that Campaign, but our Ways parted afterwards. Thankfully, we saw each other again in the Greyjoy-Rebellion. Hah, I still remember how we kicked the Squid's arses all over the Coast! And now we're here together again, as the Seven apparently decree!"
A glint of wondrous excitement entered the young Westerlanders eyes. "Woah...m-my Father also fought in these Battles! I still remember the Stories he would tell me and my Brothers!"
Jonos raised an eyebrow. "Interesting... Is your old man here too?"
Lann shook his head. "He got some sickness a while ago. Unsuited for marching, Lord Lannisters Recruiters said. But I was old and strong enough to go instead!" He smiled. "I'm honestly still a bit nervous...but on the other Hand, this feels like something out of Legend, doesn't it? Like we are marching on the side of Aegon the Conqueror reborn!"
Rickard was quiet for a while. "...I suppose it kinda does, doesn't it? When I saw King Viserys' Dragon for the first time, I nearly shat my Pants. Never thought I'd see one of these Beasts, even if it is a young one. Almost feels like a dream."
Jonos waved it off. "His fire's real enough. He'll burn some of the Usurpers Dogs, I'm sure of it!"
That got a humorless chuckle out of Rickard. "The Usurper..." He looked at the Banner of House Targaryen that was flying on a Flagpole nearby. "To think that, years ago, we marched into battle for this Usurper to cast down a Mad King...and now we are fighting against Baratheon to put the Son of that Bastard Aerys on the Throne."
Another one of the Veterans, a Northman as well, grunted. "Well, that was before Baratheon decided to go fucking insane himself and became even worse then Aerys. I'm telling you, it's something about this southern air! It makes the People here go howling mad!"
"Hey, what about me?", asked Jonos in mock-offense.
Rickard chuckled as he pat his Friends shoulder. "Jonos, you are a Riverlander. As far as we're concerned, you Guys are pretty much honorary Northmen. You're exempt from that Rule."
Another round of Laughter echoed up into the Sky.
Rickard spoke up again after everyone had settled down. "But seriously, the Stag has to be stopped. Ya'll heard about the Dragon Screams. That's just...evil. Not even Aerys fucking Targaryen went that far! And remember what he did to Pyke? Sure, the Ironborn rebelled, but even they didn't deserve that. Who's next if he isn't stopped? The North? The Riverlands? The Westerlands? Think about what he could do to our Families back home if his Paranoia gets the better of him!"
Many around the Fire nodded with a somber expression. None of them could disagree with that.
"And form what I've seen and heard so far, that young Dragon has an Energy to him and a sensible Head on his Shoulders", Jonos said. "I once saw his Father at the Tourney at Harrenhal and I tell you: They're nothing alike. If it means getting rid of Baratheon and his Madness, I'll gladly fight to get King Viserys on that blasted Iron Chair."
He looked over the young Westerlanders. "Of course, you'll only be getting something out of his Rule if ya survive tomorrow. So, if I may give you some Advice for the upcoming Battle... Keep some Courage in your Hearts, but don't be reckless. Stay in Formation close to your Comrades and stick the other Guy with the pointy ends of your Weapons. If there's one thing I've learned in my Time at War, it's this: It ain't our Job to die for our Lords. It's our Job to make the poor Bastards on the other side die for theirs. Take that to heart and you have a decent Chance to get out of this alive."
The young Westerlanders, who had been listening intensely, nodded along with his Words. Rickard hoped they really would take them to Heart.
Lann smiled at them. "Thanks for the Advice. I'll follow it as best as I can!"
Rickard chuckled. "See that you do, Boy." He pulled out a Flask, same as many of the other Soldiers. Time for a refreshing drink before they went to sleep.
He raised his flask. "To his Grace, King Viserys of House Targaryen! To his Health and Victory tomorrow! And may his Dragon roast the Usurper like a pig!"
The other men joined in the Cheer as the sparks from their fire rose high up into the nightly sky...
A.N.: Just a small Piece to throw some light on the common Grunts of our Forces and what they are thinking about all of this. Hope ya'll like it.
Also, @Magoose, if you want you can use these Guys in an Update, even if only as one of Mentions when a Name is shouted during the Battle or if they step into the POV-Characters sight for a short Moment or something like that.
Campfire Talk
"Hey, you poor sods! Come over here, or you'll get a cold!"
Rickard watched as the young Westerlanders, who had sat in the cold until now, gratefully took him up on his Invitation and joined up with him and his Companions from the North and the Riverlands, who sat around the roaring Fire. It was clear that the young Fellows had felt too intimidated to approach the grizzled looking Veterans on their own.
Jonos, his Friend from the Riverlands, chuckled as he watched the youngsters take their Seats. "A bit intimidated, where you? I understand...was the same with us on our first Campaigns." He looked at the Leader of the small Group of Westerlanders. "This is your first Campaign, right boy? What's your Name?"
"Ehm...Lann, Ser", the boy said with a nervous smile.
"None of that 'Ser' Stuff here, Lann", Rickard reassured him. "You have the same Rank we do. The only difference is that we are old farts while you are as fresh as milk coming straight from a Cows udder."
That Line provided some good-natured laughter and chuckling from everyone around the Campfire. The Ice was starting to crack and the Men struck up Conversations, no matter if old or young and from which Kingdom.
Rickard smiled, remembering how this exact same Scene had played out years earlier, when he had marched towards the Trident in the Rebel Army. Back then, he had been the young and green Recruit who had to be provided some Assistance by the older Veterans. Now he had stepped up in their role. He still remembered how scared shitless he had been of the coming Battle and grim and grizzled Soldiers who had done this for longer then him. It was only fair that he provided the same help he had gotten to the next Generation.
"E-excuse me...?"
He turned around to the young Lann who had scooted a bit closer to him.
"Name's Rickard, boy. You have any Questions, just ask", he told him firmly, but not unkindly.
"R-right... Rickard, you said this wasn't your first Campaign?", Lann asked, trying to banish the obvious nervousness from his Voice.
Jonos, who had been listening in, chuckled. "It's not, Lann. Rick and I, we had our first battle in the very River you see over there. We fought on Robert Baratheon's and Lord Starks side when they kicked the Dragons out. We became Friends on that Campaign, but our Ways parted afterwards. Thankfully, we saw each other again in the Greyjoy-Rebellion. Hah, I still remember how we kicked the Squid's arses all over the Coast! And now we're here together again, as the Seven apparently decree!"
A glint of wondrous excitement entered the young Westerlanders eyes. "Woah...m-my Father also fought in these Battles! I still remember the Stories he would tell me and my Brothers!"
Jonos raised an eyebrow. "Interesting... Is your old man here too?"
Lann shook his head. "He got some sickness a while ago. Unsuited for marching, Lord Lannisters Recruiters said. But I was old and strong enough to go instead!" He smiled. "I'm honestly still a bit nervous...but on the other Hand, this feels like something out of Legend, doesn't it? Like we are marching on the side of Aegon the Conqueror reborn!"
Rickard was quiet for a while. "...I suppose it kinda does, doesn't it? When I saw King Viserys' Dragon for the first time, I nearly shat my Pants. Never thought I'd see one of these Beasts, even if it is a young one. Almost feels like a dream."
Jonos waved it off. "His fire's real enough. He'll burn some of the Usurpers Dogs, I'm sure of it!"
That got a humorless chuckle out of Rickard. "The Usurper..." He looked at the Banner of House Targaryen that was flying on a Flagpole nearby. "To think that, years ago, we marched into battle for this Usurper to cast down a Mad King...and now we are fighting against Baratheon to put the Son of that Bastard Aerys on the Throne."
Another one of the Veterans, a Northman as well, grunted. "Well, that was before Baratheon decided to go fucking insane himself and became even worse then Aerys. I'm telling you, it's something about this southern air! It makes the People here go howling mad!"
"Hey, what about me?", asked Jonos in mock-offense.
Rickard chuckled as he pat his Friends shoulder. "Jonos, you are a Riverlander. As far as we're concerned, you Guys are pretty much honorary Northmen. You're exempt from that Rule."
Another round of Laughter echoed up into the Sky.
Rickard spoke up again after everyone had settled down. "But seriously, the Stag has to be stopped. Ya'll heard about the Dragon Screams. That's just...evil. Not even Aerys fucking Targaryen went that far! And remember what he did to Pyke? Sure, the Ironborn rebelled, but even they didn't deserve that. Who's next if he isn't stopped? The North? The Riverlands? The Westerlands? Think about what he could do to our Families back home if his Paranoia gets the better of him!"
Many around the Fire nodded with a somber expression. None of them could disagree with that.
"And form what I've seen and heard so far, that young Dragon has an Energy to him and a sensible Head on his Shoulders", Jonos said. "I once saw his Father at the Tourney at Harrenhal and I tell you: They're nothing alike. If it means getting rid of Baratheon and his Madness, I'll gladly fight to get King Viserys on that blasted Iron Chair."
He looked over the young Westerlanders. "Of course, you'll only be getting something out of his Rule if ya survive tomorrow. So, if I may give you some Advice for the upcoming Battle... Keep some Courage in your Hearts, but don't be reckless. Stay in Formation close to your Comrades and stick the other Guy with the pointy ends of your Weapons. If there's one thing I've learned in my Time at War, it's this: It ain't our Job to die for our Lords. It's our Job to make the poor Bastards on the other side die for theirs. Take that to heart and you have a decent Chance to get out of this alive."
The young Westerlanders, who had been listening intensely, nodded along with his Words. Rickard hoped they really would take them to Heart.
Lann smiled at them. "Thanks for the Advice. I'll follow it as best as I can!"
Rickard chuckled. "See that you do, Boy." He pulled out a Flask, same as many of the other Soldiers. Time for a refreshing drink before they went to sleep.
He raised his flask. "To his Grace, King Viserys of House Targaryen! To his Health and Victory tomorrow! And may his Dragon roast the Usurper like a pig!"
The other men joined in the Cheer as the sparks from their fire rose high up into the nightly sky...
A.N.: Just a small Piece to throw some light on the common Grunts of our Forces and what they are thinking about all of this. Hope ya'll like it.
Also, @Magoose, if you want you can use these Guys in an Update, even if only as one of Mentions when a Name is shouted during the Battle or if they step into the POV-Characters sight for a short Moment or something like that.
Last edited:
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Another +10 to the rolls.
Viserys XXXIV: On the Trident
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Viserys XXXIV: On the Trident
[X]Join the Northmen: You will go to Lord Stark, and fight with his men. The Northmen… deserve that much from you, after all the pain that your family had caused them.
The Black Valyrian steel armor clashed with the chain and coat of plates of the Northmen… but it allowed you to look at the men from high above on your stallion.
The men were angered… tired of the wars that seemed to constantly plague the seven kingdoms for the last decade. From the Rebellion to the Greyjoys… to this. These men were veterans… but they were tired.
You could tell that, if they survived, they may never wish to fight again.
And you would hope that they would never have to.
Ebrion was waiting, flying above, waiting for you to call him down, and rain fire… or just watch, to remain out of harm's way as you wanted him to live.
The Northmen, at least the men who were near you, were… looking at you, some must have been having flashes back to the days of Rhaegar, and… being his brother, you thought that might be why a few of them looked ready to pull you down and stab you.
Or it could just be the fact that you were seeing… imagining the scene of Rhaegar's death in your mind's eye… seeing him crushed by the warhammer of Robert Baratheon.
You did not speak, but instead listened.
There was a speech from Lord Arryn… a speech you could barely hear from across the river, one of honor, courage, and victory.
But there would be none here. There would only be death.
Lord Stark was near the back, with the rest of his lord's, prepared to be the spear of the counter charge against the knights of the Vale.
And you drew your sword, ready for the fighting to begin.
And there was only the sounds of hooves charging across the water.
Who Was Charging: 1D100 => 95+50=145
But it was not the horsemen of the North, or the west that crossed the river Trident first, into prepared positions.
It was Baratheon's Calvary, and the knights of the vale crossing across the river towards your lines.
And the Northern pikes prepared, however, there was…a strange feeling of dread that fell upon you, as you turned, first to the knights that were beside you, and the infantry in front of you.
And by the gods it was terrifying.
Robert's Charge: 1D100 => 43+50=93 vs 1D100 => 92+50 (Robert's Skills)+20 (Knights of the Vale)-30 (River crossing)=132
The Line of Northern Pikes shattered when the charge reached them, the blunting effect of pikes and spears lost to the onslaught, the waves of horse, and men in armor. Even when they stopped and killed a great number of the mounted knights, the men were sent scampering away, terrified of the unstoppable sight of horses storming across a river…
And a ring of steel slowly came into force.
But there was no time for terror, as you heard the counter charge from Lord Stark be called, and you joined them.
Counter charge:1D100 => 98+50+30=178 vs 1D100 => 95+50 (Robert's Skills)+20 (Knights of the Vale)-30 (River crossing)=135
And the Northmen, with fury that made you fear for your life for a single moment, that you may have been betrayed without warning.
Then you were swept away by the charge, joining them as a black knight, the Targaryen King that needed to lead his troops to victory… to show that he was alive, and well.
The clash of the counter charge forced the Royalists to retreat, at least for the moment, to cross the river back to their lines
But the armies began to walk into the river, though Roberts forces were in the deeper water first, and the men were struggling to fight in the river.
An unfortunate moment:1D100 => 4+50=54 vs 1D100 => 30+50=80
But as you started hacking through the mass of men on the river, you felt your leg get grabbed, and your horse fell.
A Blade bounced off your Valyrian armor, and you sank into the water, the chaos around you almost like a dream, a forgotten moment of time, and for a moment, made you think back to when you sank to the bottom of the ocean at Valyria.
How Rhaegar came to give you what you really needed all along… a will to keep moving forward.
But here, at the place where he died… it felt like he was dragging you down, to meet the embrace of death.
You didn't want to though… not when there was so much you needed to get done.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But as you hit the bottom, you saw his hand reaching out… Rhaegar's hand.
It was impossible… you didn't strike your head, and you were sure you were not mad.
So why, was he here?
"Oh come now brother, after all you have seen in your life, seeing me here shouldn't surprise you." Rhaegar stated. He was smiling. Why was he smiling?
"I'm mad." You stated. This couldn't be real.
"No brother, not mad… merely in need of some assistance." He seemed happy that you were here.
You scoffed. "I'm trying to defeat Robert Baratheon! How can you assist me with that?"
Rhaegar smiled. "Try not to get hit by his warhammer… i don't think Valyrian Steel can stop that."
"I'm well aware of that!" You shouted. "This is madness. This can't be real."
"Then go back to the world and find out what is real." Rhaegar stated. "It can't be any worse than seeing me now."
You sighed. "Then let me go. Let me be what I am meant to be."
"I will… but I have one more thing to say…" He smiled, and hugged you. "I love you."
It wasn't real…
So why did it feel that way?
"It will all be over soon."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Air rushed through your lungs as your eyes shot open, and the battle seemed even more chaotic than before. The water surrounded you, but the battle seemed to circle around you, avoiding the dead that were near you.
There were a lot of dead, broken men, horses. Shattered steel swords were littered near you, daggers, weapons that would have pierced your armor, were just pommels, their blades completely shattered.
In the distance, you could see fire, in the grass and hills of Roberts camp…
Good Ebrion… thank you.
But a scream brought you back to the river.
The infantry fighting around you, however, were getting scattered, by one man.
"DRAGONSPAWN!" you could hear the screams of Robert Baratheon. And the man was a hulking mass of steel, his warhammer an instrument of pure death. His kingsguard… following him close behind, bogged down by the mass of infantry.
The men who tried to fight him were smashed away, not even a threat to his rage, and his desire to kill you.
"RHAEGAR!" He shouted, and you realized he must not have cared… this place must have reminded him of… well everything that he lost… and everything that you may gain.
Defend Yourself!:1D100 => 65+90+20= 175 vs 1D100 => 54+130=184
The only reason you survived was Valyrian Steel. The hammer smashed into your chest, but instead of caving your chest in, the force just pushed you back, knocking the wind out of you, and sending you tumbling into the water.
You managed to remain above the water, as you heard his screams.
"I should have killed all of you! I will not make the same mistake again!" He raised his hammer and prepared to bring it down on your head, to make certain that you would die here, just as Rhaegar had.
In that brief moment… you felt fear, and closed your eyes.
Waiting for it to end.
Jaime Ex Machina!:1D100 => 92+130=222
But then there was a clash of steel, and your eyes opened.
Jaime was smiling, and looking down at you. "Come now Robert… you always wanted to fight the Kingslayer, you always wanted to learn how I killed the Mad King!… So fight him now and find out!" He then turned to give the mad stag his full attention
Jaime's Helmet was gone, and it showed his golden hair, glowing in the sun from the water. He was untouched,both by water, and by blades… a sign of his clear master in battle, and his ability to stay on his feet.
"Get up Viserys!" he ordered as he pushed Robert back into the water. "Kill the Kingsguard, I'm not Arthur Dayne!"
As it turned out, only Ser Borus Blout and Meryn Trant were among the Kingsguard here… the others were not to be found. But the two men were able knights… and by the gods, they would kill you if you got the chance.
And you were not going to give them the chance.
Wading through the water, you grinned and held your sword ready for them… and prepared to cut them down as quickly as possible.
Two on One: 1D100 => 57+90=147 vs 1D100 => 32+50=82
But with Valyrian Steel, it was naught but a chore. In the water, their white cloaks and heavy steel armor weighed them down in the river.
But not to you, you battered Blout with your blade until he fell into the water, and red spilled from his neck, your blade found its mark.
Trant was… more of a problem. He struck first, and you blocked his sword with your gauntlet… but when you swung back harder, you didn't expect his helmet to split in two…
Nor his head. Thankfully the grisly sight was swept away by the Trident.
And you found yourself looking at Jaime and Robert's duel.
The Duel 1: 1D100 => 91+130=221 vs 1D100 => 96+130=226
Both men were evenly matched, the battle less a duel, more a dance, at least as you watched from afar. The river made it hard for the two men to have true footting, and they moved like sluggish men with weights on their feet.
But even as they fought, you believed Jaime was losing, and you moved as quick as you could to face Baratheon down.
But you saw a moment, a flicker of Robert Baratheon's blue eyes filled with rage at you… and a trickle of light followed… and you thought you saw a red ruby in the river… one of Rhaegar's red rubies.
You froze… and looked back… thinking history was about to repeat itself. Only, your death would be delayed by a moment.
The Duel… Ends: 1D100 => 100+130=230 vs 1D100 => 3+130=133
Instead, it was a sword entering a heart.
And Jaime Lannister killing another king.
The Hulking man that was Robert Baratheon sputtered and continued for a moment, the rage keeping the man alive was… fading…
Until Jaime removed his sword, and let the man sink, and allowed his body to be carried down the Trident.
The Battle was over… id didn't matter how long the fighting lasted.
It was over.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Battle was over by midafternoon.
The news reached the royalist camp soon after Ebrion stopped burning it… and he came back to your's to rest and recover.
It was all over.
What Event Happens Next (That you wish to witness):
[]You Speak to Lord Arryn: The Old man was mourning the loss of his son… However, you needed to speak to your prisoner.
[]Your March to King's Landing: You wanted to take the capital… and make it a bloodless affair… not like Tywin's Sack. It was your city… not your conquest.
[]A Triumph: You marched through the city streets like a hero returning home… there is only the matter of Cersei… and her children to deal with.
[]A New Kingsguard: You wanted to give Jaime the Chance to… see the changes you were making… and offer him a choice that was so desirable.
[]Coronation: You sat at the door, waiting to continue forward. However, waiting for you was Jaime… and Lord Stannis.
AN: Enjoy.
[X]Join the Northmen: You will go to Lord Stark, and fight with his men. The Northmen… deserve that much from you, after all the pain that your family had caused them.
The Black Valyrian steel armor clashed with the chain and coat of plates of the Northmen… but it allowed you to look at the men from high above on your stallion.
The men were angered… tired of the wars that seemed to constantly plague the seven kingdoms for the last decade. From the Rebellion to the Greyjoys… to this. These men were veterans… but they were tired.
You could tell that, if they survived, they may never wish to fight again.
And you would hope that they would never have to.
Ebrion was waiting, flying above, waiting for you to call him down, and rain fire… or just watch, to remain out of harm's way as you wanted him to live.
The Northmen, at least the men who were near you, were… looking at you, some must have been having flashes back to the days of Rhaegar, and… being his brother, you thought that might be why a few of them looked ready to pull you down and stab you.
Or it could just be the fact that you were seeing… imagining the scene of Rhaegar's death in your mind's eye… seeing him crushed by the warhammer of Robert Baratheon.
You did not speak, but instead listened.
There was a speech from Lord Arryn… a speech you could barely hear from across the river, one of honor, courage, and victory.
But there would be none here. There would only be death.
Lord Stark was near the back, with the rest of his lord's, prepared to be the spear of the counter charge against the knights of the Vale.
And you drew your sword, ready for the fighting to begin.
And there was only the sounds of hooves charging across the water.
Who Was Charging: 1D100 => 95+50=145
But it was not the horsemen of the North, or the west that crossed the river Trident first, into prepared positions.
It was Baratheon's Calvary, and the knights of the vale crossing across the river towards your lines.
And the Northern pikes prepared, however, there was…a strange feeling of dread that fell upon you, as you turned, first to the knights that were beside you, and the infantry in front of you.
And by the gods it was terrifying.
Robert's Charge: 1D100 => 43+50=93 vs 1D100 => 92+50 (Robert's Skills)+20 (Knights of the Vale)-30 (River crossing)=132
The Line of Northern Pikes shattered when the charge reached them, the blunting effect of pikes and spears lost to the onslaught, the waves of horse, and men in armor. Even when they stopped and killed a great number of the mounted knights, the men were sent scampering away, terrified of the unstoppable sight of horses storming across a river…
And a ring of steel slowly came into force.
But there was no time for terror, as you heard the counter charge from Lord Stark be called, and you joined them.
Counter charge:1D100 => 98+50+30=178 vs 1D100 => 95+50 (Robert's Skills)+20 (Knights of the Vale)-30 (River crossing)=135
And the Northmen, with fury that made you fear for your life for a single moment, that you may have been betrayed without warning.
Then you were swept away by the charge, joining them as a black knight, the Targaryen King that needed to lead his troops to victory… to show that he was alive, and well.
The clash of the counter charge forced the Royalists to retreat, at least for the moment, to cross the river back to their lines
But the armies began to walk into the river, though Roberts forces were in the deeper water first, and the men were struggling to fight in the river.
An unfortunate moment:1D100 => 4+50=54 vs 1D100 => 30+50=80
But as you started hacking through the mass of men on the river, you felt your leg get grabbed, and your horse fell.
A Blade bounced off your Valyrian armor, and you sank into the water, the chaos around you almost like a dream, a forgotten moment of time, and for a moment, made you think back to when you sank to the bottom of the ocean at Valyria.
How Rhaegar came to give you what you really needed all along… a will to keep moving forward.
But here, at the place where he died… it felt like he was dragging you down, to meet the embrace of death.
You didn't want to though… not when there was so much you needed to get done.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
But as you hit the bottom, you saw his hand reaching out… Rhaegar's hand.
It was impossible… you didn't strike your head, and you were sure you were not mad.
So why, was he here?
"Oh come now brother, after all you have seen in your life, seeing me here shouldn't surprise you." Rhaegar stated. He was smiling. Why was he smiling?
"I'm mad." You stated. This couldn't be real.
"No brother, not mad… merely in need of some assistance." He seemed happy that you were here.
You scoffed. "I'm trying to defeat Robert Baratheon! How can you assist me with that?"
Rhaegar smiled. "Try not to get hit by his warhammer… i don't think Valyrian Steel can stop that."
"I'm well aware of that!" You shouted. "This is madness. This can't be real."
"Then go back to the world and find out what is real." Rhaegar stated. "It can't be any worse than seeing me now."
You sighed. "Then let me go. Let me be what I am meant to be."
"I will… but I have one more thing to say…" He smiled, and hugged you. "I love you."
It wasn't real…
So why did it feel that way?
"It will all be over soon."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Air rushed through your lungs as your eyes shot open, and the battle seemed even more chaotic than before. The water surrounded you, but the battle seemed to circle around you, avoiding the dead that were near you.
There were a lot of dead, broken men, horses. Shattered steel swords were littered near you, daggers, weapons that would have pierced your armor, were just pommels, their blades completely shattered.
In the distance, you could see fire, in the grass and hills of Roberts camp…
Good Ebrion… thank you.
But a scream brought you back to the river.
The infantry fighting around you, however, were getting scattered, by one man.
"DRAGONSPAWN!" you could hear the screams of Robert Baratheon. And the man was a hulking mass of steel, his warhammer an instrument of pure death. His kingsguard… following him close behind, bogged down by the mass of infantry.
The men who tried to fight him were smashed away, not even a threat to his rage, and his desire to kill you.
"RHAEGAR!" He shouted, and you realized he must not have cared… this place must have reminded him of… well everything that he lost… and everything that you may gain.
Defend Yourself!:1D100 => 65+90+20= 175 vs 1D100 => 54+130=184
The only reason you survived was Valyrian Steel. The hammer smashed into your chest, but instead of caving your chest in, the force just pushed you back, knocking the wind out of you, and sending you tumbling into the water.
You managed to remain above the water, as you heard his screams.
"I should have killed all of you! I will not make the same mistake again!" He raised his hammer and prepared to bring it down on your head, to make certain that you would die here, just as Rhaegar had.
In that brief moment… you felt fear, and closed your eyes.
Waiting for it to end.
Jaime Ex Machina!:1D100 => 92+130=222
But then there was a clash of steel, and your eyes opened.
Jaime was smiling, and looking down at you. "Come now Robert… you always wanted to fight the Kingslayer, you always wanted to learn how I killed the Mad King!… So fight him now and find out!" He then turned to give the mad stag his full attention
Jaime's Helmet was gone, and it showed his golden hair, glowing in the sun from the water. He was untouched,both by water, and by blades… a sign of his clear master in battle, and his ability to stay on his feet.
"Get up Viserys!" he ordered as he pushed Robert back into the water. "Kill the Kingsguard, I'm not Arthur Dayne!"
As it turned out, only Ser Borus Blout and Meryn Trant were among the Kingsguard here… the others were not to be found. But the two men were able knights… and by the gods, they would kill you if you got the chance.
And you were not going to give them the chance.
Wading through the water, you grinned and held your sword ready for them… and prepared to cut them down as quickly as possible.
Two on One: 1D100 => 57+90=147 vs 1D100 => 32+50=82
But with Valyrian Steel, it was naught but a chore. In the water, their white cloaks and heavy steel armor weighed them down in the river.
But not to you, you battered Blout with your blade until he fell into the water, and red spilled from his neck, your blade found its mark.
Trant was… more of a problem. He struck first, and you blocked his sword with your gauntlet… but when you swung back harder, you didn't expect his helmet to split in two…
Nor his head. Thankfully the grisly sight was swept away by the Trident.
And you found yourself looking at Jaime and Robert's duel.
The Duel 1: 1D100 => 91+130=221 vs 1D100 => 96+130=226
Both men were evenly matched, the battle less a duel, more a dance, at least as you watched from afar. The river made it hard for the two men to have true footting, and they moved like sluggish men with weights on their feet.
But even as they fought, you believed Jaime was losing, and you moved as quick as you could to face Baratheon down.
But you saw a moment, a flicker of Robert Baratheon's blue eyes filled with rage at you… and a trickle of light followed… and you thought you saw a red ruby in the river… one of Rhaegar's red rubies.
You froze… and looked back… thinking history was about to repeat itself. Only, your death would be delayed by a moment.
The Duel… Ends: 1D100 => 100+130=230 vs 1D100 => 3+130=133
Instead, it was a sword entering a heart.
And Jaime Lannister killing another king.
The Hulking man that was Robert Baratheon sputtered and continued for a moment, the rage keeping the man alive was… fading…
Until Jaime removed his sword, and let the man sink, and allowed his body to be carried down the Trident.
The Battle was over… id didn't matter how long the fighting lasted.
It was over.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Battle was over by midafternoon.
The news reached the royalist camp soon after Ebrion stopped burning it… and he came back to your's to rest and recover.
It was all over.
What Event Happens Next (That you wish to witness):
[]You Speak to Lord Arryn: The Old man was mourning the loss of his son… However, you needed to speak to your prisoner.
[]Your March to King's Landing: You wanted to take the capital… and make it a bloodless affair… not like Tywin's Sack. It was your city… not your conquest.
[]A Triumph: You marched through the city streets like a hero returning home… there is only the matter of Cersei… and her children to deal with.
[]A New Kingsguard: You wanted to give Jaime the Chance to… see the changes you were making… and offer him a choice that was so desirable.
[]Coronation: You sat at the door, waiting to continue forward. However, waiting for you was Jaime… and Lord Stannis.
AN: Enjoy.
And Jaime fookin' Lannister proves once again why he's the MVP of this Quest.
Jesus Christ, I mean seriously, he carried us so hard throughout the whole Story...
[X]You Speak to Lord Arryn: The Old man was mourning the loss of his son… However, you needed to speak to your prisoner.
Jesus Christ, I mean seriously, he carried us so hard throughout the whole Story...
[X]You Speak to Lord Arryn: The Old man was mourning the loss of his son… However, you needed to speak to your prisoner.
Yeah, the dice really love Jamie, I mean a 100 vs a 3 on the second duel roll.
[X] A Triumph: You marched through the city streets like a hero returning home… there is only the matter of Cersei… and her children to deal with.
Well if we can't give our army a rousing speech, maybe we can give Cersei a "Here's all the reasons you suck" speech?
Well if we can't give our army a rousing speech, maybe we can give Cersei a "Here's all the reasons you suck" speech?
- Location
- Ohio
He is the Avatar of the Warrior.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
... No, he's just a true knight.