The Other Successor, a Story of the Monstrous Blackfyre

[Lucius Malfoy]

(All are welcomed to join....Westerosi exiles, Blackfyre supporters, people claiming ancestry of an extinct household, and Essosi sellswords. All are welcomed!
Read the link below to get some ideas.
http://awoiaf.westeros.org/index.php/Golden_Company)

Location: Golden Company's Main Encampment, Disputed Lands (between Myr, Lys and Tyrosh)

Gold, Gold everywhere, such a sight would make a Lannister feel that their hoards were nothing. It would make the merchants of any Free City drool. When one says gold is everywhere, it is not a lie. Brilliant shining armor made of gold, bright skulls painted in gold, even some tents were made from a cloth colored in gold. Even their motto 'Our word is good as gold' speaks of gold. Only one encampment could have so much, only one company could achieve a 'Kingly' living. A legacy built upon by the Great Bastard, Aegor 'Bittersteel,' the Golden Company. Their sole purpose created to ensure a Blackfyre returns to the Iron Throne, to protect the ancient heirloom of Blackfyre and to support any of that House who may rise, aiming for such an ambition. 10,000 soldiers stood within the series of camps; exiles of Westeros, descendants from supporters of Daemon Blackfyre, and Essosi who seek to a life of gold and battle. The most expensive and battle-hardened sellsword company in all of known history, built and forged by Aegor 'Bittersteel' and nurtured by Blackfyre Pretenders and skilled commanders.

While the Golden Company's life for the past fifty years since the end of the Blackfyre Rebellion and the fall of Daemon on the field of Redgrass has been quiet, the days have suddenly been filled with a buzz. A buzz among commanders and new recruits coming in daily. The source of this hive, this buzz that suddenly sprang up overnight, is only found in the golden tent of the Captain-General, the commander of the Golden Company. Once Aegor lived here and recently, Aerys Blackfyre, the last son of Daemon, who died of old age, enjoyed this majestic home. Today, another pretender, a Blackfyre, a forgotten scion, sits within it. A man of monstrous appearance and frame, disfigured by a protruding head, violent and ruthless, yet powerful. Upon a throne-like chair, sitting quietly within the shade of the tent, sat this monster. His large hand gripping a golden skull which he drank from quietly. Piercing violet eyes, familiar silvery-golden hair, and the crest of a black dragon upon his plated armor. His lips guzzle down the wine from the golden skull noisily and with droplets running down his beard. He wipes his face with his hand, holding up the skull. A nervous servant approaches with a jug, pouring the wine with a shaken grasp. His cold and disfigured face turns to the servant, making the slave jump, dropping the jug. A silence fell across the nearby tents as the jug shattered. From within the curtains, a great roar was heard. The Captain-General was not happy at all...the Dragon blood within his veins boiling...

Fool! You drop good Myrish wine with your dirty hands! I bought you with good money, three times less than the wine! Your former master gave you a sound reputation saying you were fearless and unshaken!

Many pleas and apologies were heard from the slave, begging for mercy and forgiveness. But none would be given. The Monstrous Man would not dirty his blade, the precious heirloom of two Dragons, with the blood of a slave.

Guards! Get this pathetic scum away from my sight! Silence his pleas and find me a better servant! NOW!

Nearby guards rushed in, coming out moments later, dragging the slave from the tent who screamed for mercy and forgiveness. The voice slowly fading away as the guards dragged the foolish person to his fate, specified by the Captain-General. The snarling of the Monstrous Man eventually was silenced as another slave rushed in to fill in the spot of the former. And for now, the daily lives of the Golden Company continued as if nothing happened.

Information on the Golden Company

Commander: Captain-General Maelys the Monstrous of House Blackfyre Age: 24 (born 209 AL) Possessions: Blackfyre, the Valyrian Steel Greatsword Traits (6 points): +10 duel (+8 from Blackfyre), +2 field battle, +2 survival Wealth: Composition: 10,000 + Elephants 2,500 Polearms 2000 Heavy Infantry 1,000 Light Infantry 500 Crossbowmen 500 archers 1,000 light cavalry 500 Horse Archers 1,000 Mounted Hedge Knights 1,000 Dismounted Hedge Knights 5 Elephants

[Wheatley]

A future, thought Alequo Adarys "Goldentongue", when he saw the Golden Company. An empire. For himself. The Blackfyres were the blood of the dragon, but their eyes were set on the Iron Throne and the riches of the Seven Kingdoms. But together they could gain this. The Golden Company was strong enough to turn the tide in any war between the Free Cities, and Adarys had enough wealth to hire a few more thousand sellswords. He drew some eyes as he rode through the camp, rightfully. He was rich and powerful. And sellswords could smell gold.

[Lucius Malfoy]

The members of the Golden Company look up, noticing the man who strolled into the camp. They all held serious looks whenever outsiders stepped foot into their camp's perimeters. Many just returned to meals, conversations or whatever they were doing. The newer recruits watched however since they were not integrated into the usual demeanor of the Golden Company. A couple guards approached Adarys. One stepping forward to speak.

Halt, outsider. What brings you to the camp of the Golden Company and our Captain-General?

[Wheatley]

"I have come to speak with Maelys Blackfyre, commander of the Golden Company and rightful king on the Iron Throne." He answered with an annoying smile.

[Lucius Malfoy]

"I have come to speak with Maelys Blackfyre, commander of the Golden Company and rightful king on the Iron Throne." He answered with an annoying smile.

The guards glance at one another, wondering if their Captain-General was in the mood. One of the guards looks at Adarys.

Then you may follow us. Just be warned, keep your coin to yourself and do not bring a proud stance into the tent...

That was all they said before escorting Adarys to the main tent.

A knight, dressed in a grey, slightly dirty armour, covered by a brown long coat with a golden crown embrodded into the back, arrived at the camp, followed by a small retiniue of a woman, wearing a fine dress, though she still didn't looked all too wealthy in it and a dark-haired man, wearing leather armour and a mace. House Mudd had arrived under uncertain looks to speak with the Lord Commander of the Golden Company.

The many members of the Golden Company gazed upon the knight with the banner. Many of the Westerosi exiles whispered among each other while Essosi looked on with ignorance. A couple guards halted the knight.

Halt, outsider! Why do you bear the banner of a Westerosi house? What brings a member of believed to be dead surname to this encampment?

A Lyseni man with his beard and hair dyed blue slowly approaches the encampment of the Golden Company with a few sellswords of his company with him. Cossomo had heard rumors the famed Golden Company was nearby, and rather than take a job defending a relatively decent sized Lyseni settlement, he decided to seek out the Captain-General.

The Lyseni male is approached by guards from the northern part of the camp where he had entered. One asks the same question to all newly arrived visitors and outsiders.

[Lord Dread]

The many members of the Golden Company gazed upon the knight with the banner. Many of the Westerosi exiles whispered among each other while Essosi looked on with ignorance. A couple guards halted the knight.

Halt, outsider! Why do you bear the banner of a Westerosi house? What brings a member of believed to be dead surname to this encampment?

The Cloaked Knight put away his helmet and revealed the face of a young man with darkbrown, short hair, already having achieved months or probably years ago a scar at his face, somewhere in battle - or somewhere else. The look of the knight was grim when hearing the words of the man, stopping him.
"I am Ser Halys Mudd, rightful descendant of the last River King and have heard words like these often", the man said without any sense of humor, "And some of those, who tried to doubt my surename and attacked me, probably still rot somewhere in the deserts or reaches of Essos, as I have never heard of them again after their death. Nevertheless, I didn't come to discuss about my heritage. Rather I would like to offer my services to his grace, the rightful king and speak with him in private. My siblings are harmless and we are willing to leave our weapons outside the tent to show our friendly intentions."
The young woman looked shy and with slight fear towards the guards, while the other man, obviously their brother only nodded. It was clearly, that the eldest brother lead the family.

[Lucius Malfoy]

The Cloaked Knight put away his helmet and revealed the face of a young man with darkbrown, short hair, already having achieved months or probably years ago a scar at his face, somewhere in battle - or somewhere else. The look of the knight was grim when hearing the words of the man, stopping him.
"I am Ser Halys Mudd, rightful descendant of the last River King and have heard words like these often", the man said without any sense of humor, "And some of those, who tried to doubt my surename and attacked me, probably still rot somewhere in the deserts or reaches of Essos, as I have never heard of them again after their death. Nevertheless, I didn't come to discuss about my heritage. Rather I would like to offer my services to his grace, the rightful king and speak with him in private. My siblings are harmless and we are willing to leave our weapons outside the tent to show our friendly intentions."
The young woman looked shy and with slight fear towards the guards, while the other man, obviously their brother only nodded. It was clearly, that the eldest brother lead the family.

The two guards look at each other while in the background laughs from some of the Westerosi exiles could be heard from among the nearby tents. After a moment, one of the guards nods his head.

Then follow us to the Captain-General's tent.

After that, the two guards turn walking off in the direction of the Captain-General's tent. Some of the soldiers came out, showering some jeers upon the supposedly Mudd while others whistled at his sister.

[Lord Dread]

The two guards look at each other while in the background laughs from some of the Westerosi exiles could be heard from among the nearby tents. After a moment, one of the guards nods his head.

Then follow us to the Captain-General's tent.

After that, the two guards turn walking off in the direction of the Captain-General's tent. Some of the soldiers came out, showering some jeers upon the supposedly Mudd while others whistled at his sister.

Ashara Mudd was definitly frightened by the mass of soldiers, looking at her, though she should be used to it like her brothers. Past, however, is hard to forget. Her brother Quentyn gave her nevertheless a confident smile, while the Cloaked Knight was riding in front of them like a mixture of cloak and shining armour. If Ser Halys cared about the soldier's opinions, he didn't really showed it, but followed as he was commanded.

[Wheatley]

The guards glance at one another, wondering if their Captain-General was in the mood. One of the guards looks at Adarys.

Then you may follow us. Just be warned, keep your coin to yourself and do not bring a proud stance into the tent...

That was all they said before escorting Adarys to the main tent.

Adarys entered a humbler approach when he entered Maelys the Monstrous' lair. His back bent slightly forward and he avoided eye contact. Alequo thought himself clever to be able to switch from arrogance and humility. A merchant acted high and mighty before the lesser and almost slave like to their betters.
"Your grace." He bowed.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Adarys entered a humbler approach when he entered Maelys the Monstrous' lair. His back bent slightly forward and he avoided eye contact. Alequo thought himself clever to be able to switch from arrogance and humility. A merchant acted high and mighty before the lesser and almost slave like to their betters.
"Your grace." He bowed.

The hulk that sat upon the massive chair moved slightly within the shade of the tent. Adarys would see two massive armored feet and strong legs come into view as the Monstrous Blackfyre stood up. At full height, Maelys was like a giant of old, a monstrosity from child's tales. As light showed the entirety of the Captain-General, the visitor would gaze upon the disfigured and cold face of Maelys the Monstrous. The small head protruding from his neck remained silent, its eyes closed as if asleep. In his hand, he grips the golden skull which he used as a cup. He finishes his wine, setting down the skull hard as his violet eyes gazed upon the merchant. As he spoke, his voice was low and deep.

Yet another merchant comes knocking...did someone steal your caravan or maybe something that is favorite? Ah! Perhaps it was a slave that was stolen or maybe an errand boy, depending upon your taste...I have heard all the stories. This better be a good one, merchant.

Maelys despised the merchants of Essos, greedy buggers that were pathetic and lowly men. Even if one gold coin was missing, they made it the news of a century.

"I have come to meet with your Captain-General, if he is available." Cossomo smiles.

The guard takes not of the smile from the visitor. He beckons for the newcomer to follow.

You won't be smiling for long, Lyseni.

[Xion]

The guard takes not of the smile from the visitor. He beckons for the newcomer to follow.

You won't be smiling for long, Lyseni.

The smiles disappears from Cossomo's face as he follows the guard, his small escort remaining outside the camp.

[Wheatley]

The hulk that sat upon the massive chair moved slightly within the shade of the tent. Adarys would see two massive armored feet and strong legs come into view as the Monstrous Blackfyre stood up. At full height, Maelys was like a giant of old, a monstrosity from child's tales. As light showed the entirety of the Captain-General, the visitor would gaze upon the disfigured and cold face of Maelys the Monstrous. The small head protruding from his neck remained silent, its eyes closed as if asleep. In his hand, he grips the golden skull which he used as a cup. He finishes his wine, setting down the skull hard as his violet eyes gazed upon the merchant. As he spoke, his voice was low and deep.

Yet another merchant comes knocking...did someone steal your caravan or maybe something that is favorite? Ah! Perhaps it was a slave that was stolen or maybe an errand boy, depending upon your taste...I have heard all the stories. This better be a good one, merchant.

Maelys despised the merchants of Essos, greedy buggers that were pathetic and lowly men. Even if one gold coin was missing, they made it the news of a century.

"Maelys, lord captain of the Golden Company. I know what your quest is." He said, "I offer you my financial and military support. Back home, in Volantis, I am well known and respected amongst the streets and the guards, but unfavored by the Elephants who rule the city. It is my proposal, that I work to further your cause, if you give lend me your legendary strength." He swallowed. "The greatest of the Free Cities would be at your disposal."

[Xion]

The Lyseni male is approached by guards from the northern part of the camp where he had entered. One asks the same question to all newly arrived visitors and outsiders.

"I have come to meet with your Captain-General, if he is available." Cossomo smiles.

[Lord Dread]

A knight, dressed in a grey, slightly dirty armour, covered by a brown long coat with a golden crown embrodded into the back, arrived at the camp, followed by a small retiniue of a woman, wearing a fine dress, though she still didn't looked all too wealthy in it and a dark-haired man, wearing leather armour and a mace. House Mudd had arrived under uncertain looks to speak with the Lord Commander of the Golden Company.

[Xion]

A Lyseni man with his beard and hair dyed blue slowly approaches the encampment of the Golden Company with a few sellswords of his company with him. Cossomo had heard rumors the famed Golden Company was nearby, and rather than take a job defending a relatively decent sized Lyseni settlement, he decided to seek out the Captain-General.

[Jokern]

As silent as a shadow, Xoharys aproached the camp of the Golden Company. He wore a red gown, a dragonglass necklace and carried a black wood staff with a fire burning at the top. His red eyes gazed around at the soldiers, Westerosi and Essosi around their campfires. He could feel a presence here, something great and powerful that would shake the very foundations of this world. It had to be a sign from the Lord of Light, guiding the priest to this location.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Demand your titles? As a King, I would grant them to you as a reward...not be demanded of them, Mudds. You must remember who my grandfather was, Daemon Blackfyre, the King Who Wielded the Sword, the Black Dragon of Westeros, the Reincarnation of Aegon 'the Conqueror.' Remember who you are kneeling before...and that demanding is no option you have. Your services will render rewards, not demands.

Slowly, Maelys leans back in his chair, gazing at the three who had knelt before him. He never liked being demanded of things; he was the last scion of House Blackfyre. He held the birthright to claim the Iron Throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms! As a King, Maelys would reward titles and land willingly, not forcefully. His violet eyes gaze upon the three, noticing the two warriors...but the woman...what about her? His finger points at Ashara.

What is she good at doing? The Golden Company is for warriors, Mudd, not ladies.

[Lord Dread]

Demand your titles? As a King, I would grant them to you as a reward...not be demanded of them, Mudds. You must remember who my grandfather was, Daemon Blackfyre, the King Who Wielded the Sword, the Black Dragon of Westeros, the Reincarnation of Aegon 'the Conqueror.' Remember who you are kneeling before...and that demanding is no option you have. Your services will render rewards, not demands.

Slowly, Maelys leans back in his chair, gazing at the three who had knelt before him. He never liked being demanded of things; he was the last scion of House Blackfyre. He held the birthright to claim the Iron Throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms! As a King, Maelys would reward titles and land willingly, not forcefully. His violet eyes gaze upon the three, noticing the two warriors...but the woman...what about her? His finger points at Ashara.

What is she good at doing? The Golden Company is for warriors, Mudd, not ladies.

"I understand, your grace", Halys said calm, but with lowered look to show his respect, "We can accept our role as vassals."
When Maelys pointed towards Ashara Mudd, the woman was unsure what to answer, so her oldest brother gave her a warning look and spoke first.
"My sister Ashara is, as I wouldn't question it, not able to wield a weapon or has any special talents", Mudd then said, "However, she is part of my family and will accompany us. I will take care about the payment of her food, if you're worried about her.
When the time comes, I planned to marry her off to one of the influential lords or persons in Westeros. Even if not all nobles in the kingdom will accept her family background - I am sure that someone is willing to believe us. And a good match can always result in a good alliance, if we have luck, especially, when it is a High Lord."

[Oznerol]

ooc: Could Strickland appear while Maelys is speaking with one of the visitors? I don't mind who.