- Location
- Over there yonder or somewhere near onder.
I think it's been established that she brought along Dale Seaworth, eldest son of Davos Seaworth, rather than Davos himself.
That Fucking Bitch (ASOIAF Direwolf SI)
- Thread starter iolande
- Start date
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
But 'Dale' is referred to as the Onion Lord, but since his father Davos is still alive, then Dale is not the Lord, merely a 'lordling' or something. Not sure on the proper name in Westerosi.
I would point out that it was Tyrion Lannister who was speaking. I'm sure the field in which he grows his fucks is quite barren by now.
- Location
- world
Onion Knight.
Spectrum
Tell me a secret~
- Location
- Behind you~
Even Tyrion makes relevant japes. Getting both title and rank wrong isn't really his style.
Davos himself actually can be called the Onion Lord...but only because Stannis eventually makes him a Lord.
3.0 Hardknock Life
Jaime
The days passed quickly for Jaime as he found himself training three people. Bran was young and not yet full in his strength, but he used his wolf to double team him to great effect, their coordination uncanny to the point Jaime wondered about them. Asher was hot headed and easily goaded, but made clever plays off the top of his head and was good at goading Jaime in combat. Beshka was an experienced, ruthless, and level headed warrior, but she seemed to mislike him for his status and was slow to take his advice so he was equally ruthless with her until she listened.
Brienne didn't need teaching anymore so much as she learned from sparring with him. He was surprised to find that he wasn't that sour the first time she sent him on his ass with a sword at his chest.
What didn't help was the bitch intimated that Asher and Beshka could get great status in Westeros if they succeeded their mission. She shouldn't be giving out titles to anyone that helped them for Seven's sake. Asher seemed eager at the prospect while Beshka disdained it, though later she seemed contemplative at Asher's enthusiasm.
They rode hard for empty miles, eager to reach their destination, with the bitch scouted ahead of them easily. The first group they met with was the Bright Banners, which they slowed to a halt for. They barked something in Low Valyrian. Beshka replied easily.
"Ask them if they can speak the Common Tongue, I prefer not to have the sellswords talk for me." Jaime said grinning to take the sting away.
Beshka presumably asked them, and another man stepped up.
"The Bright Banners control this area so we ask you to pay the toll and we'll protect you within our territory." He proclaimed.
"Alright, how much?" Jaime asked, ready for an exorbitant price.
"Fifty stags for each head." He bargained. Jaime blinked. That wasn't too bad really considering their purse size and Jaime didn't have the head for bargaining that Tyrion did.
"Alright, Bran, pay the man." The man blinked, as Brienne gave him a baleful look for not even trying. Bran rushed to the sour beast of a camel and took out two gold dragons and handful of stags. One of the Bright Banners took it and the leader rode out closer to Jaime.
"Where are you headed?" He asked in a thick accent.
"Vaes Dothrak." Jaime replied, grinning.
"That is far, but we shall escort you to Qohor."
Sansa
Sansa looked around with her arms crossed and looked at her Direwolf seriously.
"Lady, I have no idea where we are." Lady seemed to sigh.
She had been riding for days and without a map and the lack of option to use the roads, had no sense of where she was going. Sansa at least could make a fire now, reluctantly admitting that the mongrel's forced teachings were useful, and Lady could hunt though fish was more difficult to eat than she thought. A cut was on her hand from a fin still ached and the taste of guts were absolutely awful, she nearly threw up from her uncautious bite.
At least she still had her horse, which she had affectionately named it Beauty for loyally sticking with her this far. Lady was also her stalwart bastion of stability, being there for when she cried and raged about how unfair it was and how scared she was and worried about her father.
Speaking of Lady, she was acting strangely all of a sudden, wagging her tail and perking her ears upward to the direction of some bushes. Lady had always warned her away from guards looking for her or strange men. Her throat tightened. Was it Father?
She blinked as a swearing Loras Tyrell stumbled through the bushes. She felt strangely disappointed.
"Lady Stark? By the seven, you're still alive!" Ser Tyrell exclaimed, surprised. Sansa snapped out of it.
"Ser Loras! I, my gods, it's been terrible." She confessed. He laughed, not unkindly, and she did too after a moment.
"The whole realm is looking for you. I must get you to Lord Renly immediately." He said tugging on her horses' reins and pulling towards where he came from.
"Have you news of my Father?" She asked, worried. He looked ahead.
"I, am not sure where he is." He said, before giving her a dazzling smile. He looked so handsome even when he's lying, Sansa thought faintly. She bit her lip through the shock of the thought and smiled very carefully back.
"I hope he's okay."
The days passed quickly for Jaime as he found himself training three people. Bran was young and not yet full in his strength, but he used his wolf to double team him to great effect, their coordination uncanny to the point Jaime wondered about them. Asher was hot headed and easily goaded, but made clever plays off the top of his head and was good at goading Jaime in combat. Beshka was an experienced, ruthless, and level headed warrior, but she seemed to mislike him for his status and was slow to take his advice so he was equally ruthless with her until she listened.
Brienne didn't need teaching anymore so much as she learned from sparring with him. He was surprised to find that he wasn't that sour the first time she sent him on his ass with a sword at his chest.
What didn't help was the bitch intimated that Asher and Beshka could get great status in Westeros if they succeeded their mission. She shouldn't be giving out titles to anyone that helped them for Seven's sake. Asher seemed eager at the prospect while Beshka disdained it, though later she seemed contemplative at Asher's enthusiasm.
They rode hard for empty miles, eager to reach their destination, with the bitch scouted ahead of them easily. The first group they met with was the Bright Banners, which they slowed to a halt for. They barked something in Low Valyrian. Beshka replied easily.
"Ask them if they can speak the Common Tongue, I prefer not to have the sellswords talk for me." Jaime said grinning to take the sting away.
Beshka presumably asked them, and another man stepped up.
"The Bright Banners control this area so we ask you to pay the toll and we'll protect you within our territory." He proclaimed.
"Alright, how much?" Jaime asked, ready for an exorbitant price.
"Fifty stags for each head." He bargained. Jaime blinked. That wasn't too bad really considering their purse size and Jaime didn't have the head for bargaining that Tyrion did.
"Alright, Bran, pay the man." The man blinked, as Brienne gave him a baleful look for not even trying. Bran rushed to the sour beast of a camel and took out two gold dragons and handful of stags. One of the Bright Banners took it and the leader rode out closer to Jaime.
"Where are you headed?" He asked in a thick accent.
"Vaes Dothrak." Jaime replied, grinning.
"That is far, but we shall escort you to Qohor."
Sansa
Sansa looked around with her arms crossed and looked at her Direwolf seriously.
"Lady, I have no idea where we are." Lady seemed to sigh.
She had been riding for days and without a map and the lack of option to use the roads, had no sense of where she was going. Sansa at least could make a fire now, reluctantly admitting that the mongrel's forced teachings were useful, and Lady could hunt though fish was more difficult to eat than she thought. A cut was on her hand from a fin still ached and the taste of guts were absolutely awful, she nearly threw up from her uncautious bite.
At least she still had her horse, which she had affectionately named it Beauty for loyally sticking with her this far. Lady was also her stalwart bastion of stability, being there for when she cried and raged about how unfair it was and how scared she was and worried about her father.
Speaking of Lady, she was acting strangely all of a sudden, wagging her tail and perking her ears upward to the direction of some bushes. Lady had always warned her away from guards looking for her or strange men. Her throat tightened. Was it Father?
She blinked as a swearing Loras Tyrell stumbled through the bushes. She felt strangely disappointed.
"Lady Stark? By the seven, you're still alive!" Ser Tyrell exclaimed, surprised. Sansa snapped out of it.
"Ser Loras! I, my gods, it's been terrible." She confessed. He laughed, not unkindly, and she did too after a moment.
"The whole realm is looking for you. I must get you to Lord Renly immediately." He said tugging on her horses' reins and pulling towards where he came from.
"Have you news of my Father?" She asked, worried. He looked ahead.
"I, am not sure where he is." He said, before giving her a dazzling smile. He looked so handsome even when he's lying, Sansa thought faintly. She bit her lip through the shock of the thought and smiled very carefully back.
"I hope he's okay."
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Stern look.
Twitch of the lip
- Location
- United States
Facepalm
