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Post by The Gambler on Jan 5, 2014 2:58:45 GMT -5
Perhaps Nenyan required a more gentler approach on this occasion or perhaps she required the whip. Dragons are temperamental beast, not entirely understood by the minds of men. Whatever the case, the beast glared not at its mistress, but at the young man behind her. Tybalt was quaking in his boots as the dashing young lord's courage faltered. Rather than stay behind her, he turned to flee, heading for the entrance to the chambers.
The dragon, already suspicious, took the rapid movement as hostile action. With a hiss, the beast opened its mouth, a torrent of fire pouring from its maw. Though Nenyan was young and its fires not yet hot enough to melt steel and stone, Lord Toyne likely didn't count his blessings as the top half of his body was engulfed in flames. His scream was ragged and his hair burned from his head and flesh blackened. He dropped to the ground, spasming as shock and pain impeded motor functions.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 3:17:32 GMT -5
Perhaps Nenyan required a more gentler approach on this occasion or perhaps she required the whip. Dragons are temperamental beast, not entirely understood by the minds of men. Whatever the case, the beast glared not at its mistress, but at the young man behind her. Tybalt was quaking in his boots as the dashing young lord's courage faltered. Rather than stay behind her, he turned to flee, heading for the entrance to the chambers. The dragon, already suspicious, took the rapid movement as hostile action. With a hiss, the beast opened its mouth, a torrent of fire pouring from its maw. Though Nenyan was young and its fires not yet hot enough to melt steel and stone, Lord Toyne likely didn't count his blessing as the top half of his body was seared. His scream was ragged and his hell burned from his head and flesh blackened. He dropped to the ground, spasming as shock and pain impeded motor functions. Elseyris was just turning to pull Tybalt out of the way when Nenyan let his fire loose. The sight struck her immobile in terror for a brief moment, then she hurled herself over to him, tearing off her riding coat and throwing it over him, to stifle the flames. As she tried to make sure the fire on him was out, she screamed to the guards to get help. Kneeling on the ground next to him, her legs covered in dust from where she scrambled over, desperate to help, but completely unable to, she began to cry uncontrollably, with fear and desperation. A spike of a memory pierced through her mind that made her anguish all the worse. The memory of her father's shattered corpse, as she watched, horrified, powerless to intervene. She didn't even look round at Nenyan. She couldn't. She just held Tybalt close, trying to comfort him, but finding herself babbling incoherently through her incontinent tears. She prayed as hard as she could; Mother, have mercy. Mother, have mercy. Mother, have mercy. Mother... |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 5, 2014 3:43:07 GMT -5
The flames went out quickly enough as Elseyris smothered them with her coat. The man beneath them, or what was left of him, groaned in excruciating pain. The torture became so severe that Toyne's body went limp as he passed out from shock in the dirt of the lair.
Guardsmen dallied near the entrance, hesitant to enter the dragon's lair right after an attack. They seemed to accept accusation of being craven if it meant avoiding having the flesh melted from their bones.
The dragon, perceived threat eliminated, coiled up for a nap.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 3:55:39 GMT -5
The flames went out quickly enough as Elseyris smothered them with her coat. The man beneath them, or what was left of him, groaned in excruciating pain. The torture became so severe that Toyne's body went limp as he passed out from shock in the dirt of the lair. Guardsmen dallied near the entrance, hesitant to enter the dragon's lair right after an attack. They seemed to accept accusation of being craven if it meant avoiding having the flesh melted from their bones. The dragon, perceived threat eliminated, coiled up for a nap. "You craven bastards!" she screamed at the guards. "Open the doors! I'll get him to a fucking Maester myself!" She was a head shorter than him, but she had deceptive strength from her weapons training, and she was able to lift him up, wrapped in the coat. Perhaps, if she got outside of the pit, someone would help. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 5, 2014 4:04:57 GMT -5
To Elseyris' credit, she was able to drag the fully grown unconscious man to the entrance of the Dragonpit. At that point, the guards suddenly sprang into action, laying the injured lord in the wooden cart usually reserved for burn victims. It was, after all, a common occurrence in a pit full of dragons.
Tybalt's face was a grisly sight, the flesh on his face charred and blackened. His hair and brows had been completely burned off and it looked as if one of his eyes had actually been seared shut from the flames.
The guardsmen wheeled the injured lord back to his chambers in the Red Keep, immediately summoning the Grand Maester.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 4:26:08 GMT -5
To Elseyris' credit, she was able to drag the fully grown unconscious man to the entrance of the Dragonpit. At that point, the guards suddenly sprang into action, laying the injured lord in the wooden cart usually reserved for burn victims. It was, after all, a common occurrence in a pit full of dragons. Tybalt's face was a grisly sight, the flesh on his face charred and blackened. His hair and brows had been completely burned off and it looked as if one of his eyes had actually been seared shut from the flames. The guardsmen wheeled the injured lord back to his chambers in the Red Keep, immediately summoning the Grand Maester. The sight of Tybalt's face, that beautiful face of his, destroyed by dragonfire, sent fresh waves of tears pouring from Elseyris' eyes. "As fast as you can!" she called out pitifully to the guards, as they left. She stood for a moment, watching them go, feeling like the most worthless entity in the Realm. The world. In the midst of her tears, she remembered that there was someone else who bore responsibility. Turning very slowly, and casting her eyes on the sleeping dragon in the center of the pit, she walked up to his side. She wanted to grab the biggest, cruelest whip and beat him senseless with it. She wanted to inflict all of Tybalt's pain on him. Her rage bubbled in her heart. But her hands, clenched into fists, just went limp, and she collapsed to her knees beside Nenyan's sleeping head. Her sobs caused him to stir, and he opened his eyes to see her. "Why did you do that?!" Elseyris cried. "You've never burned anybody like that, ever! Not me, not even the people you don't like!" She gave his head an angry but feeble shove, causing him to snort in annoyance, but he did seem to be listening, in his way. "I really liked him, you horrible, bastarding lizard! All you had to do was let him come up with me. He was no threat to you at all, and now..." She trailed off into inconsolable sobbing. "You probably don't have a clue what you've done," she said in a hoarse whisper, her voice ravaged by screaming and crying. "But you have consigned him and I to misery." She stood up, taking his reins, shaking the little basket out of the makeshift loop in the leather. She didn't pick it up, but instead lead her dragon down into his nest, and left in silence, returning to the Red Keep. //////// |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 5:45:06 GMT -5
"I asked Maekar if he could hold off the war until I got back, but he said something about it waiting for no one and it being out of his hands," she shrugged playfully, "some pathetic excuse or another, and so i must return, or risk his wrath." She shook her head, "how was braavos?" Dany laughed. "Fair enough. Braavos was amazing. I picked up a new skill during my visit," she said, pointing at the slender blade by her side. To this day, she was unsure whether she had left because she loved to travel or to avoid participating in the war. A bit of both, she guessed. "We should go there someday. I should go fetch Mith, now. Meet you at the entrance?" She smiled before leaving the tunnel. Mith turned out to be unusually reluctant this particular day - perhaps he was offended to be thrown into this strange pit in chains, but he accepted the saddle easily enough when hunting was mentioned. They made their way to the entrance. |
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 5, 2014 17:47:12 GMT -5
Tyraxes and rhaena were already at the entrance when they arrived, Rhaena already in the saddle with Tyraxes ready to fly out the door. He'd never go without being told, but his shuffling told of his irritation at having to wait, not used to company.
"Calm down," Rhaena sighed at him, but turned and smiled at dany as she aproached, "where should we fly to let them hunt?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 18:01:14 GMT -5
Although in a rather sour mood, Mith held his head high now to show the impatient Tyraxes how a dragon should behave. Dany climbed to his saddle. "Uh.. I don't really know, these are your lands," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly because of the sun.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 5, 2014 18:04:33 GMT -5
"I don't know where the good sport is anymore, we shall just have to see won't we?" Rhaena said with a grin
Tyraxes moved his great, scaly head and nudged Mithrax gently enough for a dragon, in way of greeting his brother, whom he was always less grumpy with, before Rhaena kicked her heels in and he ran out the door with a roar, spreading his wings and taking off as soon as he was out of the pits confines.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 18:17:39 GMT -5
Secretly fond of all his siblings, Mith kept his cool demeanor, but followed his brother out the Dragonpit and took off as quietly as a beast this size possibly could, keeping a slight distance from Tyraxes.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 6, 2014 18:03:11 GMT -5
After the hunt with Dany, the meal with her brother, and finally packing, rhaena was set to go, and now only had to wait for her uncle.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 6, 2014 18:32:42 GMT -5
Valarr stepped out of Ithilgore's lair and was ready to go.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 6, 2014 18:44:11 GMT -5
Trajan Waters arrived as well, the only addition to his normal gear being a gorget around his neck.
"To war then?" he asked, seemingly amused at the prospect.
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 6, 2014 18:57:03 GMT -5
Rhaena was somewhat surprised to see her brother there, but nodded to him, "I suppose we might as well," she replied, and climbed atop Tyraxes, who growled low at both the men.
"No time to waste," She said from her seat, "we need to make it to Highgarden as fast as we can," with that Tyraxes took off shallowly and swooped out of the open dragonpit door.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 6, 2014 19:05:39 GMT -5
Valarr grinned at Trajan. "We'll crush them."
He was in full plate armour with his visor up. He climbed on Ithilgore's back and they flew after Rhaena.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 6, 2014 19:22:32 GMT -5
Trajan mounted without another word, Zyraxes effortlessly keeping up with its brethren
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 6, 2014 18:40:06 GMT -5
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Queen Rhaella arrives at the Dragonpit with Amethyst, after flying north from Oldtown.
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Post by Ser Arthur Harroway on Feb 17, 2014 4:36:13 GMT -5
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Ser Arthur arrives at the Dragonpit alone. He looks about to see if he could find someone who looked to know what they were doing.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 26, 2014 13:04:42 GMT -5
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Visenya, Maekar, and Vira arrive from Darkheart, landing one at a time in the Dragonpit and then making their way up to the Red Keep.
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Post by Yana Snow on Mar 25, 2014 15:40:46 GMT -5
Yana guides Spinel in a left hand arc around the handing area of the Dragon Pit with a gentle pressure on the same side of Spinel's shoulder, Yana sits easily, her calfs and knees bound in laces to her dragons seating harness, Spinel wears no reins or bridle,
Spinel huffs gently in comment of the pit and with a pressure signal from both of Yana's knees she drops out if the air and with a almost neglegiable flap to brake she lands lightly and folds her wings.
Yana bends either side to undo the lacing binding her and then slides off, scratching the side of Spinel's jaw as she looks around for a Pit Handler
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 25, 2014 15:49:55 GMT -5
There was no such person present but she did see a silver-haired woman of about forty, very dignified in her tunic and breeches, with a longsword at her hip. She stopped when she saw Yana and Spinel.
"Ah, I don't believe we have met," she said, looking at Yana. "I thought I knew all the dragonriders now. Are you another of my husband's bastards? Or someone else's get, mayhaps? I'm finding the royal bastards are truly coming out of hiding since the war ended."
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Post by Yana Snow on Mar 25, 2014 15:56:08 GMT -5
Yana does a nodding bow of respect with her head 'Greetings M'lady.. I do not belive we have met, this is my first time here and I do not recall seeing you in White Harbour.' Yana looks curoius at the mention of what sounds to be a number of other bastards, 'I am told that I was fathered by Prince Gaemon roughly.. hmm about 29 years ago give or take a couple of months' she gives a small smile 'Might i inquire as to whom I speak? I am Yana Snow, formerly of the employ of White Harbour's Ruling House,'
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Post by Vhagar on Mar 25, 2014 16:07:05 GMT -5
"Ah, House Manderly. I know of them, of course, though I do not believe I have ever met their lord. My sister has, I believe, but she is away from the city at present. I am Rhaella, Queen of Westeros." She smiled at the younger woman. "So you are my cousin, it seems. Father and Uncle Gaemon were fond of fathering bastards. As is my husband the king. You are lately come from Dragonstone, then?"
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Post by Yana Snow on Mar 25, 2014 16:16:41 GMT -5
Yana does a more appropiate bow 'Your Majesty' Yana then shakes her head 'Spinels been with me ever since she invited herself along after raiding my camp for food, some four years ago as a tiny scrap of bone and wings' Yana rubs Spinel's nose affectonatly smiling when shes nibbled 'Might i inquire if House Manderly has a holding in the area? or where I might find it if not?
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too