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Post by The Gambler on Jan 15, 2014 16:06:14 GMT -5
Maekar has the uncomfortable feeling that the eyes within the legendary knight's helm are following him in the air. He also notes that the ballistae on the walls all seem to be fixed on Ser Hector's position. Though he judged the spot be to out of a ballista's maximum range, underestimating his enemy had proven costly in the past.
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Post by Maekar on Jan 15, 2014 16:09:57 GMT -5
He chooses not to attack, instead swooping back down to the ground in front of the royal army, climbing down off the dragon's back. He found Prince Aegon quickly, and moved toward him. "It appears that their Commander waits for a parley before their army; I imagine it is the Dragonbane himself. I cannot imagine any terms that the King would be willing to honor, that the Dragonbane would also accept."
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Post by Horas on Jan 15, 2014 16:39:26 GMT -5
"That is what the cavalry scouts say as well," Aegon mused. "And I cannot imagine any terms being acceptable. But I suppose I should hear the man out, if only to take his measure."
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Post by Maekar on Jan 15, 2014 16:41:05 GMT -5
"Many things are said of the Dragonbane, but I have heard no tales of him acting with dishonor," Maekar replied. "Perhaps he's here to surrender," he added with a tiny grin, though his brow furrowed at the implications of that.
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Post by Horas on Jan 15, 2014 16:59:28 GMT -5
"Ha." Aegon said clearly. "I am a faithful man, Maekar, but even I do not believe in miracles so large." He makes a decision. "I am going to meet him. You have the command in my absence. See to it our kin practice dropping those false wildfire packages, to see who has an aptitude for it."
Aegon mounts a courser -- one of the more placid beasts, as horses never seemed to take a liking to Aegon. He takes up a standard with two banners on it -- one red dragon on black of House Targaryen, the other the rainbow banner which ensured its bearer meant to meet under peace and with no false pretenses. The irony was not lost on Aegon that its seven colors represented each of the Seven.
He rides slowly out into no-man's land, well beyond the range of the wall's siege or the Poor Fellows' encampment. He wears solid black plate, unadorned by crests or stylistic flourishes. A red three-headed dragon is embossed on the breastplate. His axe is on one hip, his shield hangs just below a brace of throwing axes on his back, and his iron seven-pointed star clatters slightly on the outside of his armor as he rides. Aegon plants his banner and waits.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:04:56 GMT -5
Elseyris had been stood near enough to hear the conversation, and wandered up next to Maekar as Aegon rode out into no-man's land, watching with trepidation.
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Post by Maekar on Jan 15, 2014 17:12:53 GMT -5
Elseyris had been stood near enough to hear the conversation, and wandered up next to Maekar as Aegon rode out into no-man's land, watching with trepidation. "He will be fine, lass. Even the Faith would not attack a man under a banner of truce," he said, noting how intensely the girl watched Aegon. His thoughts drifted to Rhaena and was surprised to find himself praying to the Warrior that she escape the battle unscathed. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:23:43 GMT -5
Elseyris had been stood near enough to hear the conversation, and wandered up next to Maekar as Aegon rode out into no-man's land, watching with trepidation. "He will be fine, lass. Even the Faith would not attack a man under a banner of truce," he said, noting how intensely the girl watched Aegon. His thoughts drifted to Rhaena and was surprised to find himself praying to the Warrior that she escape the battle unscathed. "I hope you are right. I know little of how these matters play out. The great tales neglect to mention all the walking and talking," she said, with a small, dry smile, not averting her eyes. "Let's just pray we get through this alive." |
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Post by Maekar on Jan 15, 2014 17:32:03 GMT -5
He gave a small start at her mention of prayer, but nodded smoothly. "Before battle, it is worth it to take any action that you think will keep you or your loved ones alive," he said. "If entreating the gods can keep h- er, keep them safe, than I would do so a thousand times over, with a smile on my face."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:34:27 GMT -5
He gave a small start at her mention of prayer, but nodded smoothly. "Before battle, it is worth it to take any action that you think will keep you or your loved ones alive," he said. "If entreating the gods can keep h- er, keep them safe, than I would do so a thousand times over, with a smile on my face." For the first time, she glanced back at him; "Well, if you think there is time, we could do that now?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:35:52 GMT -5
Daenya walked up to Maekar and Elseyris, her eyes on distant Aegon. She stood there, not saying anything.
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Post by Maekar on Jan 15, 2014 17:37:33 GMT -5
"I fear I am the wrong man to ask for such a thing; I know little of the Gods and their ways," he replied gently. "I hold my prayers in my heart, and hope that if the Gods truly have power, they will hear me regardless."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:41:36 GMT -5
"I fear I am the wrong man to ask for such a thing; I know little of the Gods and their ways," he replied gently. "I hold my prayers in my heart, and hope that if the Gods truly have power, they will hear me regardless." "I was more offering, but I understand," said Elseyris, her head turning back to watch Aegon, her eyes also moving over the walls of Oldtown. When Daenya approached, she nodded to her acknowledgement. Her address was short, restrained, but not without welcome; "Cousin." |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 15, 2014 17:49:11 GMT -5
"Ha." Aegon said clearly. "I am a faithful man, Maekar, but even I do not believe in miracles so large." He makes a decision. "I am going to meet him. You have the command in my absence. See to it our kin practice dropping those false wildfire packages, to see who has an aptitude for it." Aegon mounts a courser -- one of the more placid beasts, as horses never seemed to take a liking to Aegon. He takes up a standard with two banners on it -- one red dragon on black of House Targaryen, the other the rainbow banner which ensured its bearer meant to meet under peace and with no false pretenses. The irony was not lost on Aegon that its seven colors represented each of the Seven. He rides slowly out into no-man's land, well beyond the range of the wall's siege or the Poor Fellows' encampment. He wears solid black plate, unadorned by crests or stylistic flourishes. A red three-headed dragon is embossed on the breastplate. His axe is on one hip, his shield hangs just below a brace of throwing axes on his back, and his iron seven-pointed star clatters slightly on the outside of his armor as he rides. Aegon plants his banner and waits. Ser Hector rides out to meet him, upon a white destrier. The once proud beast was splendid in its youth, though years of war and battling dragons had left large patches of bare and burned flesh along its haunches. It was said the mount had charged through the Seven Hells themselves when its rider had delivered the deathblow to Prince Maeron and Quicksilver.
As for the rider himself, the Dragonbane wore the silver enameled plate of the Warriors Sons from head to toe, capped with a greathelm. The metal shone in the sunlight, likely having been anointed with the seven holy oils before the High Marshal rode out. At his side hung Vigilance, the ancestral blade of House Hightower. Aegon noted that the ancient hilt had been replaced with one set with a star-shaped crystal in its pommel. In his off-hand he carried a massive tower shield of a strange design. To the Crown Prince's horror, he realized that it was forged from the skull plate of Quicksilver, the unmistakable silver scales nearly the same shade as the man's armor. The rainbow sword that served as the sigil of the Warriors Sons was painted upon it.
After planting his own banner, a seven-pointed star with two dragon skulls upon the points dedicated to the Father and Mother, Ser Hector removed his greathelm and set it in the crook of his arm. Aegon noted that at the neckline there were no less than three garments beneath of various materials, which gave the armor a strange bulk. Ser Hector had been a young man when the war began, still in his teens when he took the Hightower at the start of the war. The ravages of time and bloodshed had left a bitter old man in his place, though one tempered by dragonfire. His grey eyes fell upon the Crown Prince, with no deference for his station, waiting for the younger man to speak.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 17:52:35 GMT -5
Daenya turned to Elsie and managed a weak smile. She was nervous, scared and still suffering from what she had done to poor Waltyr.
"How have you been, cousin?" She asked. "Considering the circumstances, that is."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:00:21 GMT -5
Daenya turned to Elsie and managed a weak smile. She was nervous, scared and still suffering from what she had done to poor Waltyr. "How have you been, cousin?" She asked. "Considering the circumstances, that is." Elsey cocked her head slightly, a nervous laugh briefly escaping her lips; "In the circumstances? I can barely put words to how I have been, dear cousin. But that is no great matter, compared to the task at hand." She glanced sideways, noticing Daenya's troubled expression; "Are you alright?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:03:43 GMT -5
"As well as can be," Daenya replied, briefly meeting her cousin's eyes before looking into the distance again.
"I can't help but think that some of us won't come back from this," She continued, her voice low. "Family, and dragons too."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:21:17 GMT -5
"As well as can be," Daenya replied, briefly meeting her cousin's eyes before looking into the distance again. "I can't help but think that some of us won't come back from this," She continued, her voice low. "Family, and dragons too." Daenya's words were like a knife in Elseyris' heart. Despite knowing that Daenya was likely right, the thought filled Elseyris with intense fear and sadness. She placed her free hand on Daenya's shoulder, and leaned in to speak quietly to her; "I have thought of little else, Daenya, I understand. But we must be brave, nonetheless." Pausing a moment, she added; "Daenya, if... if I don't survive, but you do, would you do something for me?" |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:29:16 GMT -5
Daenya's purple eyes shifted back to Elsie, surprised at the girl's closeness.
"I... I suppose I could," She said, managing another smile. "Tell me what you would have me do and I will do my best. I promise."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:53:15 GMT -5
Daenya's purple eyes shifted back to Elsie, surprised at the girl's closeness. "I... I suppose I could," She said, managing another smile. "Tell me what you would have me do and I will do my best. I promise." "Under here," she said, tapping her breastplate, "is a necklace that I've worn most of my life. It means a lot to me, it is made from one of Nenyan's teeth from when he was just a hatchling. It has always reminded me of my family. If need be, see that my mother gets it. Also, in my tent, there is a small red carved resin dragon. It was a gift from Lord Darklyn, years ago. My mother and Willem Darklyn are the two people whose hearts I broke by coming here, I would not leave them without something to remember me by." Elseyris glanced downwards briefly, her feelings of awkwardness at being candid showing. Her sad brown eyes met Daenya's once more; "Under the carved dragon is a letter. If I am lost to the enemy, see that it reaches the Prince's hands, and his only." She turned her gaze back towards no-man's land; "That's all, really. It's strange how few things truly matter when death is such a close possibility." Elseyris was fighting sorrowful tears, but was determined not to look weak in front of Maekar, Daenya, and the other soldiers. |
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jan 15, 2014 18:56:25 GMT -5
Rhaena was present in the army camp, keeping vigilant watch over the remaining Western men with her uncle Valarr, staying with them at least until it was time to take to the air. Her armour was similar to the others wearing scale, but adapted to make fighting with a bow easier. The scale armour was deep green to match her dragon's scales and stopped at her elbows on her arms to allow for her to use her bow more easily. The lower parts of her arms were covered in pitch black vambraces, with the red three headed dragon of her house on each one on the outer forearm. Over the top of it, she wore a black leather cuirass bordered in green. On her legs she had black cuisses, protecting her upper legs and matching black grieves, giving her plenty of mobility still. Her helmet had a large visor that could be put up to give her a clear view, or down in cases of close combat.
Outside she was calm, inside she was incredibly nervous, her recurve bow was strung and over her shoulder alongside a full quiver of arrows. More arrows were attached to the tyraxes' harness, so she could replenish her supply if she needed to, her sword was hanging in it's scabbard by her hip, just in case. She looked round at her uncle and looked grave, before looking on towards where her brother was treating with the Dragonbane.
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Post by Horas on Jan 15, 2014 20:46:49 GMT -5
"Ha." Aegon said clearly. "I am a faithful man, Maekar, but even I do not believe in miracles so large." He makes a decision. "I am going to meet him. You have the command in my absence. See to it our kin practice dropping those false wildfire packages, to see who has an aptitude for it." Aegon mounts a courser -- one of the more placid beasts, as horses never seemed to take a liking to Aegon. He takes up a standard with two banners on it -- one red dragon on black of House Targaryen, the other the rainbow banner which ensured its bearer meant to meet under peace and with no false pretenses. The irony was not lost on Aegon that its seven colors represented each of the Seven. He rides slowly out into no-man's land, well beyond the range of the wall's siege or the Poor Fellows' encampment. He wears solid black plate, unadorned by crests or stylistic flourishes. A red three-headed dragon is embossed on the breastplate. His axe is on one hip, his shield hangs just below a brace of throwing axes on his back, and his iron seven-pointed star clatters slightly on the outside of his armor as he rides. Aegon plants his banner and waits. Ser Hector rides out to meet him, upon a white destrier. The once proud beast was splendid in its youth, though years of war and battling dragons had left large patches of bare and burned flesh along its haunches. It was said the mount had charged through the Seven Hells themselves when its rider had delivered the deathblow to Prince Maeron and Quicksilver.
As for the rider himself, the Dragonbane wore the silver enameled plate of the Warriors Sons from head to toe, capped with a greathelm. The metal shone in the sunlight, likely having been anointed with the seven holy oils before the High Marshal rode out. At his side hung Vigilance, the ancestral blade of House Hightower. Aegon noted that the ancient hilt had been replaced with one set with a star-shaped crystal in its pommel. In his off-hand he carried a massive tower shield of a strange design. To the Crown Prince's horror, he realized that it was forged from the skull plate of Quicksilver, the unmistakable silver scales nearly the same shade as the man's armor. The rainbow sword that served as the sigil of the Warriors Sons was painted upon it.
After planting his own banner, a seven-pointed star with two dragon skulls upon the points dedicated to the Father and Mother, Ser Hector removed his greathelm and set it in the crook of his arm. Aegon noted that at the neckline there were no less than three garments beneath of various materials, which gave the armor a strange bulk. Ser Hector had been a young man when the war began, still in his teens when he took the Hightower at the start of the war. The ravages of time and bloodshed had left a bitter old man in his place, though one tempered by dragonfire. His grey eyes fell upon the Crown Prince, with no deference for his station, waiting for the younger man to speak.
Aegon placed his own helm under the crook of his arm, looking at the war-torn old knight's face. Aegon himself looked neither scornful nor triumphant. Rather he looked determined, with perhaps a tiredness too great for his young age around the eyes. "Ser Hector," Aegon said. "These are my terms. Surrender the city and throw down your arms, and in return it and its inhabitants shall be spared." It would not be so simple. Aegon knew that. But he would not have the deaths of thousands on his conscience by being too proud to ask. |
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 15, 2014 21:58:34 GMT -5
There was a long silence before the High Marshal replied, his eyes fixated in cold fury upon the iron star hanging from Aegon's neck.
"If the abomination on the Iron Throne wishes to see so many of his pets die, I will not dissuade him with my surrender." he said, with the confidence of a man with divine favor. "Quit the field now and tell your misbred ilk that the Reach belongs to the Faith now. Those are my terms. Agree to them and you may avoid the Stranger's grasp for yet another day."
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Post by Horas on Jan 15, 2014 22:40:50 GMT -5
"No," Aegon answered tiredly. He had no desire to trade insults, and chose not to be baited into anger.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jan 16, 2014 0:45:49 GMT -5
From the clouds above, Rhaegar could not make out a great deal. The walls were bristling with men that looked the size of ants and every inch that could be fitted with a ballista had been. As suspected, each sept in the city had been fortified for use as a Warriors Son stronghold, so that even when the gates fell the city would not be easily won. The Citadel and Starry Sept seemed to be the most fortified besides the Hightower itself, with ballistae crews keeping their eyes fixed to the air. The Hightower itself had been repurposed for one use: knocking dragons from the sky. Each of its six levels bristles with ballista that gave it a clear 360 degree commanding view of the city. Strangely, the beacon which had guided ships into the Harbor for centuries, had been removed. In its place was a large steel dome. From his height, Rhaegar could not make out much else. Rhaegar dipped lower on Vermax, as low as he dared, to what, with his knowledge of battle, he estimated was the furtherest range of the ballistae. Using his dragon's speed and youth and his own excellent dragon handling abilities to avoid being struck by any firing ballistae, he strained his eyes to see if he could make a rough count of the men on the walls. Rhaegar determined that if any ballistae were fired at him he would immediately break off and return to the camp with the news of what he had observed. -Expert: Dragon Handling (+5 to Dragon Handling Rolls while on Vermax.)
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