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Post by The Gambler on Jun 5, 2014 3:06:33 GMT -5
Zyraxes veers sharply to avoid the flames before returning the the pursuit, the ex-inquisitor now getting frustrated as Aerion effortlessly dodged each blast of charcoal flames. Both dragons were more clever than most, well attuned to their riders, extensions of their body as both men's swords likely felt as if they were extensions of their arm. Trajan could see the two other riders approaching rapidly in the distance, but kept up the single-minded pursuit of Brandon, the hunter finally having found worthy quarry.
(No hit again. Edmund will arrive in 1 round. Valarr will arrive the round after that.)
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jun 5, 2014 6:47:36 GMT -5
"Why did you come back?" He asked, "is she that good in bed?"
Brandon continued his dive, low now, until he and Aerion were skimming over the water. He would wait until Trajan took up an attack dive, then yank hard on the chains, with a goal of sending Trajan into the brine. That would be followed by a blast of flames. Boiled or fried, as long as Trajan died, he thought grimly.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2014 16:39:37 GMT -5
Trajan did not take the bait, showing restraint as he took a position above Brandon to rain fire down upon him. Zyraxes' grey flames struck true this time, singing a charred hole on the membrane of Aerion's right wing.
"Do you honestly think cunny, coin, or crown could provide any reason more enticing than this moment?" Trajan asked. "This is the only justification required."
He glanced to the east with a sigh as he saw Edmund and Valarr approaching, clearly more annoyed by the interruption than concerned.
(Aerion takes a Light Wound. Edmund will arrive next round. Valarr will arrive the round after that.)
The crossbowmen hesitated as Rhaena and the two Kingsguard began giving them contradictory orders, but none dared speak out against the queen or white knights as Rhaena took to the air upon Tyraxes.
(Rhaena will join the fight in 2 rounds)
That confusion was replaced by utter anarchy as the news of King Aegon's death spread through the keep. Three factions rose up to claim Dragonstone.
The first was led by the Ser Clarence Chyttering, the castellan of Dragonstone. A mountain of a man with close-cropped hair, he led the forces loyal to Aegon, who fought to avenge his death. His numbers were bolstered by Arenya and the men she had rallied to their cause.
The second was led by Ser Olyvar Webber of the Kingsguard. Along with his fellow white knight, Derryk Moore, he led the forces in support of Queen Rhaena. Some of the garrison had been drawn to their banners, either through fear of facing a member of the Kingsguard in battle, hope for advancement, or genuine belief in the queen.
The third and last faction came as a surprise as they began hacking at Aegon and Rhaena supporters alike. Led by Ser Patrek Bass of Horn Hall, whose sigil was three red bass on a yellow field, he led a small but organized force that quickly took the gatehouse to bar entry of the army that was camped outside. It was not until a banner was raised over the gatehouse, a black dragon on a mountaintop with its wings spread on a crimson field, that it was realized these traitors were supporters of Maekar.
(Dragonstone has a 300 men garrison. The breakdown is as follows. Aegon: 140 Rhaena: 90 Maekar: 70)
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 7, 2014 16:52:15 GMT -5
Laena and Vermilion will support Rhaena as long as she lives. If Rhaena dies, Laena will quit the field.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2014 16:55:17 GMT -5
(Laena will also join the fight in 2 rounds)
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 7, 2014 17:24:09 GMT -5
Rhaena thought about taking out some of the men opposing those that had risen for her, but thought that could wait until the dragon fight was over, if that was lost, it'd hardly matter to her who won the land battle, as she would be dead anyway.
She Spurred Tyraxes in the direction of the aerial battle about the continue.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 7, 2014 17:34:42 GMT -5
Arenya arrived with her forces, and joined Ser Chytterling who commanded the rest of the men loyal to Aegon. Iimmediately they joined in the fighting. She saw Rhaena taking off to join the aerial battle against the Lord Commander. "Fuck", she muddered.
Drawing her blade, she attacked alongside her band of men. Penance still strapped to her back. She knew she couldn't help her brother in the air, but if he lived, she might as well try to even the numbers on the ground.
(Long blades Expert)
(Athletics Apprentice)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2014 16:31:40 GMT -5
Rather than wait for the threat to fall upon him, Trajan veered off course from his single-minded pursuit of Brandon to meet the approaching Edmund in the air. Before the flames had escaped Aelyrion's maw, Tyraxes was upon him, meeting the smaller dragon with thunderous force in the air. Black claws tore at the belly of the less experienced rider's dragon, as the two beasts began to spiral in the air and plummet.
(Aeleryion take an average wound. Valarr will arrive next round. Rhaena and Laena will arrive the round after that.)
As the battle in the air raged, the one on the ground proved just as contentious. In the first (and likely only) true battle of the civil, the small engagement proved to have all the hideous sights of such conflict. Friends that had known each other for years now cut one another down upon the bloody ramparts, all in the name of their respective claimant.
The young Ser Patrek proved to be an able commander, or perhaps simply the one that had enjoyed the benefit of the most preparation, Maekar's supporters holding firm in the gatehouse and cutting down wave after wave of those that tried to take it from them.
Ser Olyvar Webber proved a far less able commander, more accustomed to swinging a sword than shouting orders. He struggled to maintain order in his outnumbered and cobbled together force, his words lost in the clamor of battle. Ser Derek Moore proved far more able, displaying the prowess that had earned him his white cloak as he sliced effortlessly through foe after foe, unencumbered by the burden of command.
Chyttering led his company, on a campaign of vengeance, straight into the lines of the Rhaena supporters. Though they took heavy casualties, they had the advantage of numbers.
Arenya cut down many a men, fueled by her own rage, until she came upon Ser Derek Moore in a clearing of bodies. Much of Ser Derek's fire was lost as he locked eyes with the Targaryen princess, struggling with his own oaths as he realized with shock that there was still royal blood on the other side of the fray. Arenya showed no such hesitation, the woman that had wished for a white cloak of her own charging a man that had earned one with blade raised. Ser Derek tried to fend her off, batting her blade aside while trying not to draw royal blood, though he was slowed by the wound Malcolm had inflicted during his assassination attempt. He deflected her blade wide and low, but hesitated to take the opening that would have ended her life, wincing in pain as she sank the blade into the back of his leg behind the knee, nearly severing the appendage as he sank to one knee.
(Aegon Supporters: 120 Rhaena Supporters: 65 Maekar Supporters: 65)
(Ser Derek takes a Heavy Wound. )
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 8, 2014 18:03:45 GMT -5
Arenya stared at the White Cloak, twisting the blade causing more blood to flow, "You traitorious fuck",her teeth pressed in a scowl, "You will die this day by my hand." She drew the sword from his heavy bleeding wound, raising it to strike the ending blow.
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 8, 2014 18:31:27 GMT -5
Edmund swore loudly and tried to disengage from Zyraxes. His aim would be to fly Aelyrion up and swoop down on Trajan and Zyraxes from above.
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jun 8, 2014 19:16:09 GMT -5
Valarr saw the dragons of Edmund and the black cloaked dragonrider engage. There was now little doubt in his mind that the black cloaked rider was an enemy of the King, especially as he had seen him previously pursue the white cloak. Brandishing his sword, he urged Vriskaranea down after the pair intending to bathe the black cloak in flame if he saw an opportunity and failing that strike the black cloak with his sword.
[Expert: Long Blades]
[Noteworthy: Dragon Handling]
[Novice: Athletics]
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jun 8, 2014 21:53:38 GMT -5
Brandon urged Aerion upward, closed the distance, crashed into the mixed, Aerion attacking Zyraxes with tooth, claw and Brandon hunting for a blow at Trajan with his blade.
OOC: Dragon Handling: expert
Long Blade: Master
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2014 0:00:25 GMT -5
As the three dragons tore at each other in a storm of spiraling plummeting tooth and claw, Vriskaranea flew beside them with Valarr upon her, lining up her head in preparation to bathe Trajan with flames. Not one to go to the Stranger meekly, the ex-inquisitor reached into his coat and pulled out a small clay orb with a fuse, hurling it as the young dragon opened her maw. The first flames had begun to lick out across her teeth when the small orb passed her lips. The resulting explosion, a vibrant radiant green, was deafening. The force of the explosion blew half of Vriskaranea's lower jaw clear off her face and left the right side of the dragon's face a ruin. The dragon's scream was nearly as deafening, laced with shock and pain that echoed out across Dragonstone.
(Vriskaranea takes a Heavy Wound. Rhaena and Laena enter the fight next round.)
In the courtyard below, it was the supporters of Maekar that pressed their advantage, gaining a foothold upon the ramparts now that the gatehouse was well in hand. They took positions and began raining down crossbow fire on the Aegon and Rhaena factions fighting below. Chyttering's forces took the heaviest casualties, though if only because they provided the most targets.
At Arenya's words, Ser Derek did not even raise his blade to ward of the blow to come, merely looking at her with sad eyes as she cut his head from his shoulders. This is not how the young man who had dreamed of the honor of a white cloak had imagined his life ending, slain my a member of the royal family in the midst of a civil war. So it goes.
(Ser Darek Morre Dies)
(Aegon Supporters: 85 Rhaena Supporters: 45 Maekar Supporters: 65)
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jun 9, 2014 0:21:08 GMT -5
Valarr recoiled from the explosion. When the smoke cleared, he looked in horror at his dragon's injury, although Valarr appeared himself to be uninjured. His dragon's wings still beat strong, which was a relief. He saw with dismay that two other dragons were speeding towards them. He had no idea whether they were friend or foe. If foe, himself, Edmund and the white cloak were in grave danger. His own dragon was injured, it appeared gravely, and the other two were locked in battle with the black-cloak. If they were friends, then the black dragon-rider was as good as dead.
Shouting out a warning to Edmund and the white cloak, Valarr broke off the fight and fled westwards. At the very least, he might be able to draw one of the approaching dragons off. If one or more of them pursued him, he would know them as enemies.
[Expert: Long Blades]
[Noteworthy: Dragon Handling]
[Novice: Athletics]
[Dragon: Fresh, +5 Cunning]
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 9, 2014 2:54:14 GMT -5
Rhaena saw the unknown dragon fly off, and concentrated on the main battle when she arrived, attacking Brandon and Aerion with Tyraxes, and hoped Laena would follow suit, by trying to go round the back of the fight between him and Trajan, and biting the man from his saddle. She hoped the dragon of the queen entering the fray, with Edmund not knowing what was going on on the ground, would at least give him pause.
(Noteworthy dragon handling, fresh dragon)
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Post by Vhagar on Jun 9, 2014 5:42:05 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Rhaena, Edmund was too intent on attacking Trajan. He and Aelyrion perceived the Inquisitor and his dragon as a threat and he didn't note Rhaena's arrival, so intent was he on the dragon and rider who had tried to kill hiim.
(Noteworthy Dragon Handling, Fresh)
Laena focused her attention entirely on Brandon. Her open dislike of the northern bastard had finally found expression in the battle. She urged Vermilion to attack. Her aim would be to attack the rider, first with fire and then with tooth and claw.
(Expert Dragon Handling, Tempered)
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Post by Lord Jacaerys Velaryon on Jun 9, 2014 8:29:48 GMT -5
Valarr cursed under his breath as he realised that the two newly arrived dragonriders were most likely enemies. He recognised neither of them. He was totally confused. What in seven hells was going on? Vriskaranea was tiring however with the agony of the wound to her face.
There was nothing for it he realised. He would have to seek help from the King. There were dragons in the courtyard, including the King's own. Surely if the King took to the air, it would turn the tide of battle. It had to! If he were too late, the King could avenge Edmund and the whitecloak, who he realised he did not know either.
With no pursuit appearing to be forthcoming, Valarr urged Vriskaraena down towards the citadel, which he could see below him.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2014 22:08:53 GMT -5
Pinned between two dragons, it was all Trajan could do not to get crushed or severed, as Aelyrion tore at Zyraxes’ belly and Aerion mangled his wings. Rhaena and Laena struggled to intervene, unable to get a bead on the tempest of plummeting tooth and claw.
Finally tired of his position and in no mood to die sitting on his ass, Trajan took advantage of his unfastened harness to leap from his saddle up to Brandon’s, wrapping a foot around one of the fastening chains and gripping the horn of the fine leather saddle with his off hand as he drew his bravo blade. His eyes were alight with lively fire and his expression could only be described as one of pure joy. Trajan had been a poor cutthroat on the streets of Flea Bottom with only a blade in hand long before he had been a dragon rider and if he were to die this day this was how he wished it. Zyraxes dug its claws into Aelyrion in a vice grip, even as Aerion continued to tear at him form above and the Narrow Sea steadily rushed up to meet them.
(Zyraxes takes a Heavy Wound)
Seeing his sworn brother decapitated, Ser Olyvar seemed to find his fire. His vows may have become hopelessly complicated during this civil strife, his mind clouded by his decisions, and his oath open to interpretation; but the knight understood rage and mourning as a young man that had followed him down this course was cut down for his faith. With a battle cry, he cut a bloody swath through Chattyring’s lines of loyal guardsmen and lead Rhaena’s supporters forward, showing none of Moore’s restraint as he found Arenya on the field. He was a broken desperate man now, but no less deadly, his sword cutting deep into Arenya’s forearm to send blood trickling over her hand and the sword still coated with Ser Derek’s blood.
Ser Patrek’s luck ran out suddenly as an arrow from a guardsman below buried itself in his windpipe. He died choking on his own blood, just another young man dying a young death as the price of war. Maekar’s supporters quickly crumbled as their commander fell, either surrendering or switching sides. In the days to come, none would likely remember who had fought for whom, and none of them would claim to have fought for the Black Dragon once his demise was made known.
(Aegon Supporters: 55 Rhaena Supporters: 40 Maekar Supporters: Defeated)
(Arenya takes a Light Wound)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2014 22:55:27 GMT -5
With no rider, Zyraxes was at a severe disadvantage now as the two dragons tore at him. With a triumphant roar, Aelyrion buried its maw into the grey dragon’s chest and tore out its heart. The dead dragon plummeted into the sea below as Edmund turned to face Laena and Rhaena.
Meanwhile, the blades of the Blackcloak and Whitecloak clashed against one another in flurry of sparks as they fought upon Aerion’s back. Trajan sang, unfazed by his dragon’s death, performing what would likely be his final dance upon the razor’s edge.
Wrap him up in his bloody Whitecloak
Wrap him up in his bloody Whitecloak
Wrap him up in his bloody Whitecloak
Early in the morning.
The tip of Brandon’s longsword cut a shallow slash across Trajan’s chest, slicing through the thin leather armor like butter, though the ex-inquisitor didn’t even flinch.
(Zyraxes dies)
(Trajan takes a Light Wound)
Webber and Arenya locked blades as the battle raged around them, proving far more of a challenge than his brother. He refused to be slain by the woman who had been denied a white cloak.
Seeing his lines wavering, Chyttering hoisted Aegon’s banner high as he led the charge on the guardhouse, knowing their best chance at avoiding more bloodshed was opening the gates to the army encamped outside. Aegon’s best and most loyal household knights were at his side and proved they had earned their spurs as they knocked men left and right off the ramparts.
(No hit for the Arenya duel)
(Aegon Supporters: 45 Rhaena Supporters: 30)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2014 23:21:07 GMT -5
Having drawn blood, Brandon attempted to finish the fight with a vertical slash, but Trajan spun away to the side of the saddle and lunged. The Lord Commander barely dodged the blade as the tip dug deep into the supple leather of the saddle.
(No hit)
Aelyrion, Tyraxes, and Vermilion meanwhile danced in the air; the young dragonrider attempting to maneuver his dragon between the scorching flames and razor claws. Much like a fight with blades, when the first misstep came, it was gruesome. While soaring past a jet of flame from Vermilion, Edmund was forced in the flight path of Tyraxes. The queen’s dragon took the young bastard’s in the side, both claws tearing ragged gashes down the ribcage that revealed bone and sinew.
(Aelyrion takes a Heavy Wound)
Chyttering’s forces clashed against Webber’s in the gatehouse, grinding to a standstill as men died and blood flowed along the black stone the Valyrian keep had been forced from. Fire above and blood below, the Targaryen words ringing true.
Arenya struggled valiantly in the bladelock as Webber bore down upon her, but the Kingsguard was stronger and her arm was injured. When she finally relented, muscles screaming in pain, what followed made that agony pale in comparison. The kingsguard’s blade buried itself in her collarbone, hewing through bone and muscle. Blood began to spurt out and coat her armor, the princess feeling dizzy almost immediately from shock as Webber dislodged his blade.
(Arenya takes a Heavy Wound)
(Aegon Supporters: 40 Rhaena Supporters: 25)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2014 0:09:00 GMT -5
Trajan struggled to release his bravo blade from where it was lodged in the saddle, dropping it and reaching back do draw the knife from his belt in hopes of cutting Brandon’s throat. As he lunged forward, the Lord Commander raised his blade in a vicious arc low to high. There was a moment’s pause, as if time were frozen, a vicious smile on the blackcloak’s face and the point of his dagger a hair’s breadth from Brandon’s right eye. Then a thin red line became apparent on his pale flesh, running from hairline to chin. The almost serene moment in the midst of combat ended in a nightmarish fashion as the two halfs of Trajan’s body slowly split apart and fell in opposite direction, cut in half from groin to skull, the spray of blood coating Brandon’s white cloak as the two pieces of his foe plummeted into the sea below to join his dragon.
(Trajan Dies)
As Aelyrion and Tyraxes tear at eachother, Vermillon approaches from behind and savages the young dragon, tearing it’s right leg off with all the emotion of a scientific dissection.
(Aelyrion takes another Heavy Wound)
Unable to even lift her sword anymore, Arenya could merely stare in horror as Ser Olyvar lined up the point of his blade with her heart before swiftly burying it to the hilt in her chest.
“Long live the Queen.” he whispered in her ear as she slumped forward and died upon him, though it was unlikely the jaded knight believed in anything any longer.
At the sight of their commander's prowess, Rhaena’s forces began to push back Chyttering’s forces, gaining strategic footholds in the gatehouse and ramparts.
(Aegon Supporters: 30 Rhaena Supporters: 25)
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Post by Queen Rhaena Targaryen on Jun 10, 2014 0:35:31 GMT -5
As if by instinct, Rhaena turned her attention from Edmund and his dragon, just in time to see Trajan's two halves fall off the dragon.
Her brother was dead, her only real brother, that had not betrayed her, and deserted her. He had not been the soft faith worshipping Andal Aegon was, or the father murdering usurper Maekar was, but her real brother. Their father's son.
Edmund long longer existed, as Rhaena turned her and Tyraxes' attention to Brandon, going for Aerion with in intent to kill.
(Noteworthy dragon handling, fresh dragon +5 strength)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2014 0:38:01 GMT -5
Brandon has little time to contemplate his victory over Trajan before Tyraxes is upon him, tearing at Aerion’s wings viciously and shredding the membranes. As the old saying goes, hell hath no fury...
(Aerion takes an Average Wound)
Vermilion presses its advantage on the heavily wounded Aelyrion, gripping the dragon’s slender neck in its maw and crushing it with razor teeth. Aelyrion screams, a gurgling noise as it continues to fight to the bitter end.
(Aelyrion is mortally wounded but still alive.)
Seeing Arenya die and Trajan fall has a rallying effect on Chattyring’s men. As many fight for the memory of the valiant woman as for Aegon now, the senseless death of a good man and good woman still resounding with some. Rhaena’s forces are crushed and the gates opened to allow Aegon’s loyal banners to flood in. No one knows who struck the blow that killed Ser Olyvar Webber, but he suffered dozens of hacks and slashes before meeting his grisly demise at the hands of the swarms of men that rushed through the gates.
(Aegon’s Forces: VICTORIOUS)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2014 0:54:00 GMT -5
Kingsguard and Kingslayer continue to clash in the air. The smaller queen’s dragon is vicious in its attack, claws tearing open Aerion’s belly as molten blood comes pouring out.
(Aerion takes a Heavy Wound)
Aelyrion refuses to die, Edmund yelling encouragement to his dying dragon, which continues to weakly paw at Valyrian even as blood pours from the wound on its neck and the vice grip of jaws tightens.
(Aelyrion takes ANOTHER heavy wound.)
Valarr lands upon the ramparts of Dragonstone, his dragon’s face a scarred ruin as he looks up into the air to watch the battle rage. With all the other dragon riders dead or elsewhere and the combatants too high now for ballistae fire, all he can do is watch.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 10, 2014 1:02:42 GMT -5
Aerion manages a weak jet of flame at Brandon’s command, momentarily blinding Tyraxes and causing the beast to reel back mid-gorging in confusion and rage.
(Tyraxes takes a Light Wound)
With a twist of its head, Vermilon snaps Aelyrion’s neck with a thunderous crack, sending valiant dragon and rider plummeting to their death.
(Aelyrion and Edmund die)
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too