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Post by pontifex on Jul 11, 2020 14:02:24 GMT -5
Tyrion bowed and drained his glass. "I'm accustomed to counting coppers, I'll discover the truth of it, though I would recommend burning the Ghiscari sooner rather than later so that my accounting is not off. Do not waste Unsullied on them."
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 11, 2020 18:22:11 GMT -5
”Your Grace. Allow me and the Lord Victarion to lead your forces against the Ghiscari. But one dragon will be enough to shatter their lines provided it is supported by foot and horse.”
Weighed in Ser Barristan, smiling dryly at the Imp’s jape.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jul 11, 2020 22:50:02 GMT -5
This, Victarion understood. He nodded, a savage smile forming on his bearded face. "The fools will not stand long against us, My Queen. And when they have been routed from the field, the Volantenes will find a city prepared for their coming." His hand had slid to its preferred position, gripping the head of his axe.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 12, 2020 3:15:21 GMT -5
"Good, it shall be done"
Said Dany.
"If your men start to bleed and loses are mounting I will unleash Drogon and Rhaegal on them and little shall remain save their charred bones, three dragons in battle have not be seen in ages. Ghiscar once felt the fire in their own old bones, let them remind it what my children can do"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 13, 2020 18:21:27 GMT -5
It had taken a little time, but eventually, Horyros Isnardo managed to gain an audience with the Queen of Dragons herself. Now, to try and present Aurane's case and hope that the pirate lord had a plan B if things went Lyseni tits up over in the Seven Kingdoms. There had been little to no word, but he prayed to the Red God that his father was safe. He waited, outside, where he was to meet with Daenaerys Stormborn.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 14, 2020 12:02:07 GMT -5
It had taken a little time, but eventually, Horyros Isnardo managed to gain an audience with the Queen of Dragons herself. Now, to try and present Aurane's case and hope that the pirate lord had a plan B if things went Lyseni tits up over in the Seven Kingdoms. There had been little to no word, but he prayed to the Red God that his father was safe. He waited, outside, where he was to meet with Daenaerys Stormborn. Daenerys welcomed him in the great hall, atop the steps leading to her carved throne. She stood stiff and regal, with the crown of three dragons around her temples. She wore a tokar, made violet silk with a gold fringe, a magnificent thing to look upon, quite like the petite woman wearing it. Her Valyrian eyes followed the pirate as he walked and knelt before her throne. She was guarded by none other than Barristan Selmy in his splendid white suit of armor. "Horyros Isnardo, I've been told you're a pirate, but oddly enough you come on behalf of a man by the name of Aurane Waters, who calls himself a lord. You may speak and explain what brought you here"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 14, 2020 12:25:15 GMT -5
Daenerys welcomed him in the great hall, atop the steps leading to her carved throne. She stood stiff and regal, with the crown of three dragons around her temples. She wore a tokar, made violet silk with a gold fringe, a magnificent thing to look upon, quite like the petite woman wearing it. Her Valyrian eyes followed the pirate as he walked and knelt before her throne. She was guarded by none other than Barristan Selmy in his splendid white suit of armor. "Horyros Isnardo, I've been told you're a pirate, but oddly enough you come on behalf of a man by the name of Aurane Waters, who calls himself a lord. You may speak and explain what brought you here"Horyros, dressed as suave as any pirate, bows his head to the Queen of Dragons. Aye, Your Grace. He calls himself a lord because he is the Lord of Waters. He has immense dromond, three decks high, and a vast fleet at his command.Isnardo wouldn't believe the three-decker dromond if he had simply heard of them. But the Norvoshi pirate had seen them. Aurane Waters be a Valyrian cousin. He was the half-brother of Lord Monfryd of Driftmark of the House Velaryon. Whereas the son succeeded the father, Aurane made his fortunes on what he, and his ancestors, knew best and that was sailing the high seas. The ships I brought are a mere token of what is at his disposal.The prospect of ships would certainly sweeten the deal to be proposed. The Lord of Waters desires to throw his support behind you, Queen of Dragons. He believes that Valyrians should support Valyrians as his ancestors supported yours before. To him, you are the Queen Rhaenyra, and he is your Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake. With Tommen Baratheon in his grasp, he could prop the boy up as a loyal vassal of the Stormlands to gain their levies. A foothold for you. His ships and his men will pledge to your banner.Horys then recalled one final detail. And... he offers himself as a king-consort. You shall rule the skies and he will command the waves in your name.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 14, 2020 17:27:57 GMT -5
Dany scowls.
"He has the nerve to propose himself in marriage through a proxy?"
She crossed legs.
"I'm heartfully and dreadfully sorry, but I'll soon be married to Lord Victarion Greyjoy"
The tokar falls in perfect drapes around her slim figure, the gold glittering under the light coming through the wide and tall windows.
"He can bend the knee, if he wants to. Everyone will have to in due time, so he better be quick"
She smiles and leans back on the carved seat.
"But don't fool yourself, I'm no Rhaenyra, weak and hiding behind her husband, I'm Aegon returned. I have three dragons: I pray, have you seen them on your way here?"
The queen rests her face on the left hand, leaning to that side.
"If this Aurane of Driftmark bends then knee, I shall make him a true lord and member of my Small Council and remove the taint of bastardy from him. If he so wants, I will give him the Sea-Snake's keep and isle and maybe take him for a second consort, if he proves worthy"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 14, 2020 19:53:38 GMT -5
Well one term would not be accepted.
I do not think that Aurane Waters wants Driftmark. He went there to be of help to his young nephew, when he ruled the Blackwater without contest. He was only forced away when a renewed Baratheon fleet, tens of ships strong, came to Dragonstone. Blasted Stag...
Stannis Baratheon... the King who had made quite the resurgence. Still, dragons could easily make the Baratheon have a run for his money.
Oh, this was not meant to be an insult, Your Grace. It is merely an example of relation. He desires to be a champion, among your other swords and shields, just as Corlys was to the Queen Rhaenyra. A stalwart defender, a strong supporter, and a resourceful man of the seas.
Isnardo clarifies.
I know he is more than willing to bend the knee for the sake of the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. The Lord of Waters is a man who will prove his worth, I assure you. I have never seen such feats before by any man. Dragons can fly over the waters, but many ships will be needed to carry your army. With the Ironborn vessels, combined with his crews and ships, the seas will hardly be an obstacle, Your Grace.
Horys glances behind him at the sea and then back to the Queen of Dragons.
May I borrow a raven to send a message to him? Ours took a wrong way over Valyria and... vanished.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 15, 2020 2:50:05 GMT -5
"You're simple if you believe there's a raven that can fly this distance"
Said Dany with a wicked smile. Some in the court chuckled. Particularly the shavepates.
"Whatever message you have to send him, there's no other way but sending someone back to Westeros proper, Isnardo"
The sun covered the silver-gold hair of Dany in an eerie light, she looked more regal than ever.
"I need no man to defend myself, no champion. I've slayed the khals with my own hands. Khal Pono, Khal Jhaqo, thousands upon thousands of men they lorded over and now I wear bells for their deaths and the deaths of all the other khals that tried to make a slave of me, an widow chained in Vaes Dothrak among old women. They all burned"
The braided hair was brimming with small silvery bells.
"I'm khaleesi of khals, lady of the Great Grass Sea. I have no need of champions, I need vassals and compliant men"
She leans forward.
"Your men and boats are welcomed, Lord Tyrion, of my Small Council, shall review them and give you fair pay for each. If your lord Waters has more, he's welcomed to bring them to Mereen. Or New Ghis, after I'm doing conquering that rotten city and turning this Bay of Slaves into the Bay of the Dragons"
Dany smiles.
"My terms are fair, fairer than most men would and will get, pirate. Aurane Velaryon shall be a man of note and power, if he bends the knee when the time comes"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 17, 2020 22:50:39 GMT -5
Seems he had little choice.
I will have one of my faster ships re-supplied and sent back West then, Your Grace.
Horys states with another bow to the Queen of Dragons.
In the mean time, what remains of my ships, my men, and myself will be at your service. I may be a pirate by birth and by trade, but I still know my way with a blade.
The son of Norys wasn't as skilled as his father, but still capable nonetheless. Horys was better with parchment and quill.
If you accept our services, then we will seek to repay your acceptance with action.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 18, 2020 3:38:34 GMT -5
Seems he had little choice. I will have one of my faster ships re-supplied and sent back West then, Your Grace.Horys states with another bow to the Queen of Dragons. In the mean time, what remains of my ships, my men, and myself will be at your service. I may be a pirate by birth and by trade, but I still know my way with a blade.The son of Norys wasn't as skilled as his father, but still capable nonetheless. Horys was better with parchment and quill. If you accept our services, then we will seek to repay your acceptance with action.Said the queen.
"Your men shall be provided armor and arms from our armories if they had none or they're not well-armed enough"She looked to the end of the hall, where the row of petitioners was increasing in size. "Now, you might leave"
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Post by oznerol on Aug 19, 2020 4:38:01 GMT -5
The black, gold and red hangings covered the walls from top to bottom, a fierce display of heraldry. Dragons and krakens coiled together in the empty blackness of their shared heraldic field. A quartered banner with the arms of Greyjoy and Targaryen. And the floor was covered with the golden silken banners captured to the masters, making a carpet for the queen to tread on. At the feet of the altar stood Victarion Greyjoy, the powerful man that hand bent a dragon to his will, and the room was lined with courtiers in lavish raiments and when the double doors were openned they revealled a queen, dressed in silver cloth, the hair carefully braided, covered in silver bells, dangling and ringing. Diamonds and rubies covered the bodice while a necklace of amethysts acompanied the haunting liliac eyes. She walked down the aisle, followed by the Queensguard, Jorah and Barristan both, wearing pure white, their helmets adorned with a pair of draconid wings, a figure of the fierce beast roaring between them, the steel forged in that capricious shape by expert hands. The Queen of Queens was radiant, like the sun in splendor, terrible and beautiful, she walked over the humbled pride of her enemies, treading on harpies, chains and queer mythological beasts and Daenerys reached her husband to be, grabbing his hand. The ceremony was grand and full of pageantry, like the feast that would follow. Wine and ale were poured from the city's fountains and inmense banquets were held outside for the populace. The dragons coiled and roared on the sky when Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen was declared wife of Victarion Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands and, now, king consort of the Seven Kingdoms and Meereen and the Slaver's Bay.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Aug 19, 2020 19:01:18 GMT -5
Victarion was hardly one for ceremony, but so long as he kept his mouth shut, he cut a reasonably noble and impressive figure in a slashed doublet of black and gold, the Kraken emblazoned on the back in gold gave the dark, bearded Ironborn some tiny measure of the radiance that his bride possessed. His wide frame filled out the fabric of the best finery that the seamstresses of Meereen could conjure on short notice, and he likely would have commanded the attention of the room if not for the Queen of Dragons gliding down the aisle towards him. He wrapped her smaller, more delicate hands in his own when she reached out to take them. Despite the fact that he loomed over her, no one who beheld the pair standing across from each other could truly doubt where the power lay between them. He fumbled slightly through the formalities of the ceremony, but managed well enough to make it through the process.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 20, 2020 3:56:56 GMT -5
The feast was a magnificent thing, with seven times seven dishes and meals. Pheasants, turkeys, boars, whole pieces of the best meat arranged before them. Fishes of all shapes and colors, including a magnificent swordfish, served in a silver platter. And things grown of the earth, things Victarion and the Westerosi had never tasted, like many kinds of rice, roses that one could eat filling the mouth with a verdent, fresh odour, roots that smelled citric and added a thick taste to the lamest meal, fruits of all colors, some large, some sweet and ripe, some fried and others, in jam and jelly. And towering over them all the flimsical flamboyant constructs of the cooks, inmense sceneries made of sugar and pastry, including a scaled model of Meereen itself, baked and filled with fruit and cream. The wedding cake itself was a thing to behold, with three dragons coiling around the soft surface. One could hardly digest the magnificence, but if the Queen had something was wealth beyond count, more so since she had dug out and seized all the coin the fallen Green Grace ever held. And the spoils of war were large, as the masters travelled with whole households. The feast was long and full of pageant, then came the bedding. Atop the pyramid, in the chambers of the queen, in a bed as large as a field both husband and wife fought a battle of wills and the bodies, both performing admirably. The fairest woman in the world wasn't any longer the child Drogo claimed, but a woman grown, experienced, one that had tasted men and knew how to handle the weaker sex.
The dawn caught Daenerys at the terraced garden, walking through the marble ponds and the carefully trimmed grass. She treaded under the fruit trees, uncliding the ones heavy ladden with cherries and almonds. Almost naked save for a silken robe, she treaded to the border, where she beheld the whole city, sprawling in every direction, the lights going off and the cries of the morning raising everywhere. Bursting the city into life, hangover after the feast the day before. She lets the air play with the silvery hair, unbraided, while her husband rested in bed. A hand reached for her belly, where his seed had been delivered. He was strong and her womb had healed. The fates were hanging in the air, but soon, she hoped, there would be a child of the dragon and she would not be alone again in this world.
The dragon must have three heads...
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After the revelries were done, she summoned her council: Barristan, Jorah, Daario, Tyrion, Victarion, Grey Worm, Tattered Prince, Brown Ben, the Shaved heads. The war was far from done and the queen sought the advice of her closest. There was a pull on her stomach when she saw her former bedmate, but she said and did nothing, she could have felt something close to lust for Daario, but it was more lust than anything. And now, she was married and to a man one could hardly slight. She wanted no tension between her allies.
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