Post by Gandalf on Jul 20, 2020 4:06:59 GMT -5
Work on the Dragon-Pit began immediately, the sellswords hired by the King put to good use now that the war was over. Atop Rhaenys’ Hill a new structure began to take shape as another was torn down.
Under the direction of their captains and the Red Priestess, hired workers from the city streets began to clear away the rubble and debris. Charred skeletons of man and beast like were found and buried on the newly sanctified ground. With the ruins believed cursed and not touched since the time of the Dance of Dragons, few knew what they would find in the ruins of the old home of the Targaryen drakes.
While the work was being undertaken, priests from Volantis and Myr began to preach at the foot of the hill, imports to the city invited over by the Lady Melisandre. They spread the word of the Red Faith to the population of the city, and were protected from the overly pious by two-score armoured knights, men of the Narrow Sea that held the Red God dear to their hearts.
As the debris began to be cleared away, workers and guardsmen were descending down into the ruins of the Dragonpit. They emerge each time to the surface with old bones of those that died a century before, the remains of men sanctified and buried while the bones of the Targaryen dragons are sent up Aegon’s Hill to the vaults of the Red Keep. Others bring up arms and armour, steel and iron that had long since given way to rust. They are tossed away or given to the blacksmiths to be melted down and re-forged . In place of the twisted metal and charred stone the domes and spires of R’hllor’s Temple rise up towards the clouds, a mongrel of the Volantene and Westerosi styles of architecture. Above the massive gates of iron bound oak a bust in the King’s likeness looked down on those who entered, perfectly capturing the stern yet regal visage of the joyless Stannis Baratheon. Around his crowned head were carved hearts and stags, as well as images of Lightbringer wreathed in flames, a reminder that their king was not just a mere man but Azor Ahai reborn.
Under the direction of their captains and the Red Priestess, hired workers from the city streets began to clear away the rubble and debris. Charred skeletons of man and beast like were found and buried on the newly sanctified ground. With the ruins believed cursed and not touched since the time of the Dance of Dragons, few knew what they would find in the ruins of the old home of the Targaryen drakes.
While the work was being undertaken, priests from Volantis and Myr began to preach at the foot of the hill, imports to the city invited over by the Lady Melisandre. They spread the word of the Red Faith to the population of the city, and were protected from the overly pious by two-score armoured knights, men of the Narrow Sea that held the Red God dear to their hearts.
As the debris began to be cleared away, workers and guardsmen were descending down into the ruins of the Dragonpit. They emerge each time to the surface with old bones of those that died a century before, the remains of men sanctified and buried while the bones of the Targaryen dragons are sent up Aegon’s Hill to the vaults of the Red Keep. Others bring up arms and armour, steel and iron that had long since given way to rust. They are tossed away or given to the blacksmiths to be melted down and re-forged . In place of the twisted metal and charred stone the domes and spires of R’hllor’s Temple rise up towards the clouds, a mongrel of the Volantene and Westerosi styles of architecture. Above the massive gates of iron bound oak a bust in the King’s likeness looked down on those who entered, perfectly capturing the stern yet regal visage of the joyless Stannis Baratheon. Around his crowned head were carved hearts and stags, as well as images of Lightbringer wreathed in flames, a reminder that their king was not just a mere man but Azor Ahai reborn.