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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 11:01:58 GMT -5
"Good. I'll fly overhead and they can follow me. Supervise the rest as needed and then follow."
Valarr gave Rhaegar a final nod and went out to saddle Ithilgore. Soon enough, he was flying northwest towards Oldtown.
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Not much later, Rhaella flies down to Velaryon's fleet to give Lord Eric the command to head for the Arbor.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 14, 2014 11:14:40 GMT -5
Rhaegar mounted Vermax and flew high in the air, out of range of arrow shot, keeping the last cart firmly in his sights. The carts were moving much more slowly that he was capable of, so he had to circle and dip, especially when they briefly disappeared from view under a copse of trees. Out in the open through, Rhaegar soared until the carts were a long way below him, keeping an eye out for possible hostile forces, as per his instructions from Valarr.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 11:18:10 GMT -5
OOC - unless Rhaegar has anything to add we can move on to joining the army with the wildfire  |
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Post by Erik on Jan 14, 2014 16:33:08 GMT -5
Before leaving, Baelon sought out Lady Arwyn, to say goodbye.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 16:37:10 GMT -5
The young woman stood outside the castle doors watching the dragonriders make ready. She smiled sadly at Baelon.
"Don't get killed," she told him. "I am hoping to see you coming back to me some day."
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Post by Erik on Jan 14, 2014 16:38:39 GMT -5
"I'll be fine. Maybe a scar or two, and those just make for good stories." Baelon told her with a smile. "I believe you mentioned a favor for me to wear?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 16:53:12 GMT -5
"Yes." She gave him a scrap of silk with sunflowers embroidered into it, and tied it around his arm. "I pray that it keeps you safe. I shan't mind scars, truly."
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Post by Erik on Jan 14, 2014 22:57:42 GMT -5
"Nonetheless, I'll do my best to avoid them." Baelon replied. He took her hand when she was done tying the favor, and kissed it lightly. "Until we meet again, my lady."
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 15, 2014 0:04:12 GMT -5
OOC - unless Rhaegar has anything to add we can move on to joining the army with the wildfire OOC: Sounds good. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 15, 2014 4:18:25 GMT -5
"Nonetheless, I'll do my best to avoid them." Baelon replied. He took her hand when she was done tying the favor, and kissed it lightly. "Until we meet again, my lady." Blushing, she smiled at the kiss. "Keep yourself as safe as you can. I shall light a candle in your honour." |
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2014 5:59:05 GMT -5
"Much obliged." Baelon replied. He turned toward Seaskimmer, paused, and turned back, muttering "Oh, fuck it," to himself, before reaching an arm around her waist and giving her a kiss on the lips. "There. Now I'm ready to go." He turned back to his dragon and mounted it, waving to Arywn as they took off.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 11:28:35 GMT -5
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After the Battle of the Redwyne Straits, Rhaella flew the battle-weary Amethyst back to their allies' land. Though she hated to retreat, it had become clear to her that an outright victory wasn't going to be possible. She knew too that some of the dragons were wounded and needed to heal. So in the meantime she let Amethyst rest in the castle courtyard.
Lord Velaryon's broken body was taken up to the castle at her command.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 11:36:25 GMT -5
Tanis landed not far from Amethyst as Arenya dismounted. She removed her helm, her face somber with scowl as she approached her sister. Relieved that her Queen was unharmed she remained silent, puzzling in her mind over and over as to the thought of she failed Lord Velaryon.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 12:05:26 GMT -5
Rhaella glanced at her sister.
"I ordered them to take Lord Velaryon to a bedchamber but he's dying. We'll wait for the others to arrive an hold a conference. It seems impossible that we have the power to defeat the Redwyne fleet, so we must hope to make a peace with the lord."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 12:13:18 GMT -5
Grunting softly acknowledging the news of Lord Velaryon.
She stared at the horizon,"You are right, we should confer sister, but there has to be another option to end this." Arenya turned her lilac eyes to hers,"They will not accept a peace. They want us dead, departed from the throne and this world."
"There has to be another way", she frowned.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 12:22:14 GMT -5
"There is only one other way," Rhaella sighed. "And I imagine Lord Redwyne has taken measures to ensure that none of us would get close enough to kill him. After seeing the damage their ballistae can do to a dragon, I cannot command any of our riders to take that chance."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 15:16:53 GMT -5
"There is only one other way," Rhaella sighed. "And I imagine Lord Redwyne has taken measures to ensure that none of us would get close enough to kill him. After seeing the damage their ballistae can do to a dragon, I cannot command any of our riders to take that chance." "Then it is a stalemate then until he rallies more forces and brings the fight to us", she frowned,"and kill us in our home?" "The Kings has a Master of Whispers! Does he not have spies?! Can we not find some way inside his comfortable state? " Her grip tightenedin her helm as she held it,"If information can be bought, why can't the men around him?! We have failed in diplomacy and now in force." "Maybe it's time to use knowledge against him. " Her gaze returned back to the horizon and her grip relaxed a bit. Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm tired of this war...",Arenya trailed off. |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 15:29:57 GMT -5
Rhaella sighed. "To consult with the Master of Whispers someone would have to head back to the capital. I've no spies of my own to consult with." She smoothed down her hair, disordered from its time under her helm. "We have not even tried diplomacy, sister. I am beginning to wonder if that might serve. In the meantime, someone had better go to Oldtown to inform Aegon of our deeds. Seaskimmer and Sinner are too badly wounded. Servys is injured too, though not so badly, and Aerion is a little wild in any case. So it must be you or I who goes, while the other remains here with Aerion to protect the fleet and our wounded, should we face any further danger."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 15:38:08 GMT -5
Rhaella sighed. "To consult with the Master of Whispers someone would have to head back to the capital. I've no spies of my own to consult with." She smoothed down her hair, disordered from its time under her helm. "We have not even tried diplomacy, sister. I am beginning to wonder if that might serve. In the meantime, someone had better go to Oldtown to inform Aegon of our deeds. Seaskimmer and Sinner are too badly wounded. Servys is injured too, though not so badly, and Aerion is a little wild in any case. So it must be you or I who goes, while the other remains here with Aerion to protect the fleet and our wounded, should we face any further danger." "I will travel for you", she looked tiredly at her sister, with a small grin, "you remain here and safe. I am sure that when I reach Oldtown all of the seven hells will have broken lose with battle." Arenya mounted Tanis and looked at her sister. "Give me the words to say and I will speak them. . Or write them it makes no difference. They will be delivered either way. " Replacing her helm, "And once my task in Oldtown is complete if I am not commanded to join the fight, will I be traveling to the capital as well?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 16:02:42 GMT -5
Rhaella seemed deep in thought for a moment. "You should take a moment to eat first, at least. The battle may be over by the time you arrive, so it shall be for Aegon to decide if you are to go to the capital or not. Tell him..>" She frowned. "Tell him about Lord Velaryon. Tell him that Redwyne's fleet is too large to be defeated in battle. Tell him that we may need to seek peace terms."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 16:15:02 GMT -5
Rhaella seemed deep in thought for a moment. "You should take a moment to eat first, at least. The battle may be over by the time you arrive, so it shall be for Aegon to decide if you are to go to the capital or not. Tell him..>" She frowned. "Tell him about Lord Velaryon. Tell him that Redwyne's fleet is too large to be defeated in battle. Tell him that we may need to seek peace terms." Peace... she kept saying that word. She knew her sister was right, in all the events the battle maybe over. Taking of her helmet she had realized that until now she did not recall the last time she had a meal. "Alright", Arenya agreed climbing down from Tanis. "I will eat and then depart right after. Are you coming as well? You know how i hate to dine alone", she tried another grin at Rhaella, "I may briefly check on Lord Velaryon as well." |
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 16:50:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I must keep my strength up too," Rhaella agreed. "As for Velaryon, I fear he has very little time left. Let us check on him first. I will stand vigil for him myself when you are gone."
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jan 19, 2014 17:10:06 GMT -5
"Well then let's get to it, shall we?" She waited to follow her inside to see the expiring Lord of the Driftmark.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 19, 2014 17:53:09 GMT -5
There was little the maesters could do for Lord Edric, knowing removing the chunk of wood skewering his throat would only hasten the process. The once proud Lord of Driftmark was a miserable sight, most of the right side of his face and neck succumbing to sepsis. He could not speak, simply gurgling weakly as the maesters tried to manage his pain with salves and milk of the poppy.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 19, 2014 18:06:54 GMT -5
Rhaella stood by Velaryon's bed with her sister. She looked down on her kinsman with a trouble expression. "Gods, I wish it had not come to this." She glanced up when she heard the curses.
"Arenya, eat, please. I don't think poor Lord Edric has long left, and it's best you go to Oldtown as soon as you are refreshed. As for me, I may need to deal with Greyjoy. And I'll need to check on Baelon, Aerion and Orys too. And their dragons."
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all alone and also really bored