Re: Blackfyre Rebellion (CCH) Roleplaying
"They are located in one of the lower levels, all vanquished death foes are kept there. There is a hall, on a level under the Hall of Heroes, where we keep the remains of our most hated and powerful foes" the blonde haired servant in Lannister colors said.
"Take me to them" Lord William said.
"Yes m'lord, follow me please" the servant said as he led William and some guards from the Lion's Mouth, the large audience chamber of the Rock.
The servant walked down the corridor, further into the base of the huge fortress of House Lannister. No, my fortress William thought as he followed the servant.
The fortress was huge, build atop and carved in a huge rock overlooking Lannisport. These main corridors were very wide, 5 people could easily walk next to each other; and the halls were huge, most as large as some of the holdfasts he had come across on his long journeys.
Everywhere the huge riches of House Lannister were evident, with the decorations in the Lion's Mouth alone you could buy the entire Crownlands. House Lannister had been the most powerful house of the Kingdoms and Casterly Rock the most powerful fortress. And now this was his, you couldn't quite comprehend it yet.
In every hall they passed they saw Lannister banners being torn down by servants previously serving those colors. Everywhere the ancient Mudd CoA was put in its place, a golden crown on a field of brown.
William looked at the giant Mudd banner that was put in place above the main doorway. For ages his house had been outcasts, descended from an ancient house of Kings, but they had held no lands and titles anymore. Nobody had believed them that they were the true House Mudd and William doubted that even now anyone believed his claim on the Riverlands.
But the ages of sorrow and outcast of his house were over, now King Daemon had decided that he and his house should be granted the ancient seat of Casterly Rock and the Lordship of the Westerlands. For his dedicantion to the rightful cause of House Blackfyre and his contributions in the field of war.
House Mudd, Lords of Casterly Rock and Lords Paramount of the Westerlands, he sure liked the sound of that.
The servant went to a very small corridor and William followed. They descended for more then an hour when the servant finally stopped before an unremarkable door.
"This is it m'lord, here they brought the remains" the servant said.
"Thank you" William said as he opened the door. They entered a large hall with coves carved in the walls.
"Here, the remains our vanquished enemies that House Lannister collected on the battlefield are kept" the servant said as he lead the way down the hall.
"Here you can see the torn banner of House Gardener and some of the remains of King Gyles III, the man who foolishly refused a marriage proposal from House Lannister" the servant said as they walked past a cove. Walking past it, William could see the a cracked skeleton head lying on a torn white banner with something that resembled a green hand.
After a long walk past all kinds of banners and dead enemies of House Lannister they finally arrived at the last cove.
"This is where they put them m'lord" the servant said.
"Leave us" William said, as he entered the cove alone.
Lying on the ground on a torn Greyjoy banner were 3 skeleton remains. Lord Dagon Greyjoy, his heir and son and the last and largest skeleton was most likely Rodrick Pyke.
William knelt down before them, bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"I'm not going to pray for you" William whispered. "You don't need the mercy of our weak gods, you piss on them. You have fought and died as true Ironborn, reliving the Oldway."
William looked up.
"The Lannisters are dead, their ancestral seat taken. You have been revenged. Now I will make sure the Drowned God can take you to his halls."
William stood up and walked out of the room.
"Sergeant, make sure that the remains here are collected and sent to Lannisport. There they are to board a ship and sail to the open sea. There the ship and the remains must be sunk. They will be given back to the Drowned God, to live again in his halls."
"What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger."
