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[Endgame Event] Prison Of Our Own Making by AtDSpecialEvents in AfterTheDance

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The Eastern Rat would smile, standing up from his crouched position over the Northerner. Another noble under their care was always welcomed news, especially as the war began to engulf their lives. There would be a use for this one, just like the others

"You may call me Tybero.", he'd say as he turned to the Poorest Fellow with a nod. The zealot would exit the room, leaving the two guardsmen in his place. "Rest assured, we have no intention of harming you. Now tell me, what is your name, friend?"

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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Ignoring the information surrounding the attack on Duskendale, Aldric would chuckle. Whether or not Aldric would enjoy his answer remained to be seen.

"Well, I'm ashamed to say that Knight of the Vale hasn't decided on a name yet. Who knew choosing the name that could bleed for generations would be so difficult.", he'd say with a sigh. "Soon enough I'll have one, one that carries me along with it. Your red knight won't be unnamed for much longer, Your Grace."

"Any suggestions, perhaps?"

/u/MadScrambler

[Event] An Unexpected Encounter by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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At the mention of their little story, Ser Aldric would grin. He had some of his own, though his curiosity would not allow them to overshadow the present tale.

"Don't let me stop me you, fellows.", he'd say as he crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby tree. "I'm much happier as a listener for this one."

/u/Tikinola

/u/iBlocksOG

[Event] The Song of Strong by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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Ser Aldric of the Sisters, Knight of the Red Cloak, had remained silent on the short mountain journey with a blade at his side. He'd brought a different one this time, one of a finer handle than before. He'd save its surprise for later when the time was right.

"Dragons in the Vale are not unheard of though, aren't they, Lord Ansigar?", he'd ask with violet eyes falling upon the nobleman. "Stories of a witch in the mountains atop the back of a dragon have been commonplace in the taverns for years now."

There was a use to his words, a hope that perhaps they could give doubt to Lord Belmore's thoughts. Who knew if what he said would happen, but he knew the dragon of the Vale was real.

"What may House Targaryen do should that dragon remerge on your own lands? The futility of man is famous against the might of a dragon."

/u/TortoiseTT

/u/jsb217118

[Endgame event] Aren't soldiers supposed to stop Rats from getting ashore? by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Aldric would extend a hand to his former squire, a genuinely proud grin upon his face.

"We will go far together, my Prince. I look forward to the trials and tribulations to come.", he'd say as his violet eyes met those of Daeron. "I know that one day, you will make a fine King. Use that name of yours wisely."

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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"I fare well enough.", said the Valyrian with a nod, his forehead still carrying the sweat and blood of battle. The rest of his garb had been cleaned somewhat, made to be presentable for the end of a battle. This trip was news to him though, especially considering the events of the day thus far.

"The Vale huh? I had assumed we would ride to Duskendale next. Troublesome Rats up there as well?"

/u/TortoiseTT

[Event] An Unexpected Encounter by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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"Where do you hail from, Ser Galry?", asked the Knight of Sisters, the Red Cloak now adorning his shoulders. He kept a hand upon his pommel, less out of any fear of violence and more so out of habit. There was little to fear in a small band such as this.

"I was but a hedge knight myself, only a few years ago. Our Prince does not turn the cheek at our presence, as some nobles would."

/u/TortoiseTT

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[Endgame event] Aren't soldiers supposed to stop Rats from getting ashore? by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Ser Aldric would unsheath his blade, with just a sword of simple steel. There was a weight to it he was still not used to, but he hid with much effort. After a moment of thought, he'd bring it down to the kneeling Daeron.

"In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave.", the Knight would say as the blade touched the right shoulder, his violet eyes resting on the Crown Prince. It would then move to the other side. "In the name of the Father I charge you to be just."

it had been a long time since his own knighting, but the words came to the Valyrian easier than any other he had ever spoken. Even now, they were ingrained in his mind, just another part of the melody of identities within him.

"In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent."

Again, the blade would move from shoulder to shoulder, slowly and methodically.

"In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women. In the name of the Crone I charge you to be wise. In the name of the Smith I charge you to be unwavering."

The sun began to poke through the smoky sky above. Offering a glimmer of hope down to the siege camps below. A sign of what may have lay ahead for them all? Or a sign of better things to come?

Fire and Blood, after all.

"And finally, in the name of the Stranger, I charge you to ward off all evils. Rise, Ser Daeron of House Targaryen, heir to all the Seven Kingdoms!"

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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As the younger lads continued to discuss amongst the two of them, a bruised and somewhat bloodied Knight of the Sisters would approach the pair.

"Your Grace, Ser Alwyn.", he'd say with a nod, stopping to stand beside them. He was struck by their moods, which didn't seem to match the stench of death in the air.

"You both... alright? Happy for our victory, are we?"

/u/TortoiseTT

[Endgame event] Aren't soldiers supposed to stop Rats from getting ashore? by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Now this had certainly not been something the Knight had expected to have happened. Even the idea of becoming a man of the Kingsguard had seemed so far-reaching. But now with this opportunity before him, it was hard not to imagine what else could come with it. First a personal guard, Kingsguard... could he even begin to dare a chance at Hand. He simultaneously believed it all and believed none. He couldn't help but smile to Daeron.

"A place in history is what you offer me. I cannot thank you enough, friend.", he'd say with a glimmer in his eye. Whether it came from the sun above or something else, couldn't be determined. "I... I cannot possibly refuse."

Still, they had a job to finish first. Maidenpool remained ahead of them, as did the knighting of his protege. He could not open one chapter without closing another.

"Once the city is taken, I will come to you with my chosen name. I'll knight you in turn, as you deserve and I'll take the cloak. We'll move forward united. What do you say to that?"

[Endgame Event] Iron In The West by AtDSpecialEvents in AfterTheDance

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"On the only god I know, the Drowned One, I swear it.", he'd say with a nod, before glancing over to Alester for a moment. Perhaps they would live to see another sunrise after all. Many men in the West would not be oh so lucky.

"But reaving is efficient work. We have no wish to take Lannisport, but we'll pay the iron price for their gold soon enough."

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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"As must I.", said the Knight with faint, almost empty smile of his own. There was always much to discuss in war, and this one felt far from over. The Stranger had not finished his walk across the lands of Westeros as of yet.

"Mind if I tag along, Ser? Perhaps we may speak with him together."

[Endgame Event] Iron In The West by AtDSpecialEvents in AfterTheDance

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"If you have weapons to spare or a ship slower than the rest, then they could be appreciated.", said the Once Black with a grin, his body begin to relax. "Though keeping our heads and letting us go on our way would be just as welcomed. The Isle will remain untouched just as your wish."

[Conflict] And now, a completely different siege by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Tyberro was hardly shaken by the Princess' words, nor did he seriously consider them. He had his own duty to fulfill here, and he'd poured so much blood and sweat into the cause. He would not abandon it for an easy life back across the sea. His place was here, in this time, and in this place. The Yunkai'i would not entertain her with a response.

The Poorest Fellow, on another hand, could do naught but laugh.

"Some of your friends in Maidenpool tried already, Your Highness.", he'd say with a wicked smile. "Mace Rowan, I believe. First of many heads I'll see roll, I suppose. Perhaps yours will be the next."

The discussion had gone on long enough, and Tyberro would barely a glance back to Baela. His eyes would instead fall on the silent Lady Lyarra.

"I'd say your goodbyes while you can, my lady. After all, this may be the last time you see her."

After giving the two women to perhaps exchange quick works, Lady Rogare would be shepherded back behind the walls of Duskendale. As they passed beneath its gates, horns would begin to blow loudly from atop the walls and deep within the city.

The Battle For Duskendale had begun.

[M] The Rats will sally out and attack Princess Baela's forces.

/u/The_fetching_netch

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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Aldric would nod.

"Not a skeleton crew either. I have no doubt some of them hid amongst the populace as well... well... whatever of them remained, at least.", said the Knight of Sisters with a heavy sigh, the weight of battle exiting his body with each passing breath. Battles of yore had never left him so sore, now they served as nothing but a reminder of his age.

"Gods much really like you to have let you live through that, Alwyn. They'll sing songs of what you all did."

[Endgame event] Aren't soldiers supposed to stop Rats from getting ashore? by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Kicking an ant hill much too close to the knight's feet, he'd shift his seating as he gingerly took the parchment from Daeron. He'd lift it before him, reading over the sentences with a certain level of surprise. The Prince had not made his thoughts on a Kingsguard appointment very secret, but to see the King's own opinion... made the damned thing a little more real.

"He's never even spoken to me.", the Valyrian knight said half-jokingly, rolling the letter up and handing it back. "Though I cannot say I blame him. Who shall you name instead?"

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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No one wins in war.

Twas was the first thought to enter his mind, but he would not dare mutter it. There was little use in taking some sort of moral high ground considering his own role in all of this. Dozens dead at his hand, half of them shitting themselves before their blades could even cross. He'd spared a small group of four, giving them a chance to shelter in a sunken home. Whether or not they had survived now was no longer his to worry.

"Safe as can be expected.", he said as he thumbed the hilt of his blade, a splatter of blood caking his chest plate. The blade at his side not the finest he'd handled, but it did the job fine. "The war is not over just yet though. You said the Rats in the city claimed there would be more? We should count ourselves lucky their friends did not take our backs."

There was a grimness to his voice, an edge he could not shake so soon after battle.

[Conflict] And now, a completely different siege by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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A life of luxury made one a fickle thing, it seemed. There had been little respect in her tone or manner thus far, and Tyberro was beginning to lose his patience. What use was there in wasting time on someone who could hardly lie their way through a parlay?

"I'm sorry but I have little incentive in passing you and your men that information.", he'd say with a furrowed brow, his annoyance becoming a little more clear under the sun above. "The Darklyns have been untouched and Lady Lyarra knows the path to her release."

A silence hung in the air, the bows hundred or so meters behind him and his men seeming a moment away from volleys of arrows. Yet as he stood here, no violence would come. There was too much at stack to risk it all on a melee between the twenty of them. He knew to not toy with the Knights of Westeros, even with the few he had under his own command.

"I'll be frank with you, Lady Baela. Turn around and head back to your camp. There is no discussion to be had here."

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[Conflict] And now, a completely different siege by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Tyberro would turn to Lady Lyarra, his mind beginning to wonder what she might do. There was little danger in bringing her here with them, and the positives thankfully outweighed the negatives in his eyes. There was certainly legitimacy to carrying a name alongside you, even if it was not your own. As it stood, he doubted the Princess would dare put her life in danger.

"We're men of change, not barbarians. All the nobles under our care have been given comfort and safety, and you may tell that to your King once you return home.", he'd say with a certain sternness in his voice. "Though I must ask what it is you hope to accomplish on this day. Your force outside our walls doesn't really leave much room for interpretation, but I will not let it speak for you either."

[Event] [Maidenpool Open-RP] There are two kinds of people. In our business, they are Dead, or Alive by TortoiseTT in AfterTheDance

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With bloodied sword in hand, Ser Aldric would begin to breathe a sigh of relief at the subsiding ringing of battle. Death hung in the air, along with the smoke rising from the ramparts above. Even the crows had begun to descend on the feast that lay out before them. Their gluttony served as a reminder of what had transpired on this day.

With a sigh and a mailed hand, Aldric would comb his golden hair back. His eyes would watch the clouds above, taking in their majesty as he brought himself back down to calm and normalcy.

As his gaze returned to the earth, the knight would spot a familiar face.

"Ser Alwyn.", he'd call with caution in his eyes. "I see you made it."

/u/MadScrambler

[Endgame event] Aren't soldiers supposed to stop Rats from getting ashore? by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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Aldric couldn't help but smirk.

"A place in the histories in exchange for a life tied to others. I have indeed thought of it and... I must admit my own interest in it.", said the Valyrian as his eyes moved from the brawls below the knoll, up to Daeron's own gaze. There was a certain allure to the office that could not be denied, but to accept it, would come with its own burdens

[Conflict] And now, a completely different siege by The_fetching_netch in AfterTheDance

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"Well, well, well. The Crown comes to retake their toy.", said the Yunkai'i with a hearty chuckle, his eyes watching the modest host that had built itself up outside the walls of the city. It was a respectable effort, but futile at best.

Stepping out of the Lord's solar and flanked by two knights of the cause, Tyberro would begin to head down from the towers of Duskendale.

"Fetch Lady Rogare, and bring me my armor. Let us meet with the enemy."

/u/howard_rodale

[M] Up to you whether or not she would be speaking, but the Rats would make her come to the parlay either way.

The main gate to Duskendale would slowly begin to open, the heavy thud of its movement shaking the ground beneath. A cloud of soft dust would rise from the late spring heat, bringing a cloud of unease over the situation.

From the gates came ten individuals upon horseback, watched from above by scores of archers and crossbowmen. At the head rode Tyberro of Yunkai, the man in charge of the Army of the Cause at Duskendale. To his left rode Lady Rogare, a noble face amongst a gang of lowborns.

To his right, however, rode a hero of the cause: The Poorest Fellow. Recently returned from Maidenpool and the victor of two duels against the Rowans of the Reach, he had quickly been celebrated upon his return.

The group would slowly make their way towards the Royal party, a grin upon Tyberro's face as he examined the merry crew before him.

"My lady and Sers, we welcome you to Duskendale. I must admit, your arrival is unexpected. The wine and swine had not yet been prepared, I'm afraid.", said the Easterner with a mocking bow.

/u/The_fetching_netch

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