Post by Gandalf on Aug 25, 2020 8:48:07 GMT -5
From Meereen came forth the Dragon's host, a field of Dothraki, sellswords and Unsullied that stretched back as far as the eye could see. A thousand banners danced above them, the largest being the red dragon on black. The dragon with three heads. Ser Barristan rode at the snake's head in the panoply of the Queensguard, the white and silver of his armour polished to a mirror-like quality. He was the Dragon's fist, the executor of her will. Yunkai and Astapor would see her might and bend their knees, for nothing save their absolute surrender would save them from the wroth of the Conqueror reborn. They came for Yunkai first. The Unsullied surrounded her sun bleached walls, as the sellswords began to dig their trenches and shape wood into engines of siege. The Dothraki plundered the countryside, as they were wont to, their Khal taking his tribute from those who would defy the stallion that mounts the world. After half a day, Barristan rode forward to the gates with an honour guard, carrying the banner of parley.
