The Hound

[Pontifex Maximus]

Sandor didn't bother staying for the rest of the coronation ceremony. He knew his time was running out if he was going to catch them - the Last Targaryens probably fleeing Westeros. Lucion had told him not to pursue, but he would if he had to. Gareth was in tow, his squire, Gareth Lannister, the heir to Casterly Rock. Maybe he wouldn't bring Gareth to Essos - if anything happened to him Lucion wouldn't care how many Targaryens he dragged back. It was a gamble, to defy orders when seeking a reward. These thoughts rushed through his head as he made his way around the Red Keep, interviewing people and attempting to discover who, exactly, had been detained and killed and who had gotten out in time. It was a slow business and few people trusted him, he discovered.

"We've got a hunt ahead of us, boy." He said to Gareth "The scent is fresh."

[jacb547]

A small greasy man with a brown rat nest of a beard ran up to Sandor Clegane, he had the green turtle of Estermont sewed on his breast and looked as if fresh from a long race. "Ser Sandor!" The retainer bowed slightly and continued "I wish to inform you on behalf of my Lord Andrew and King Robert that Andrew is sailing for Dragonstone at the head of an army. We hear say you might be interested."

[Pontifex Maximus]

Sandor turned to face the man. "I'm no knight" he replied to the man. "Aye, I might be interested" he spat "But not at the head of a bleeding army." I'll never catch anyone like that. "Give me a small boat and let me land beforehand and I'll sail with ye."

[jacb547]

Sandor turned to face the man. "I'm no knight" he replied to the man. "Aye, I might be interested" he spat "But not at the head of a bleeding army." I'll never catch anyone like that. "Give me a small boat and let me land beforehand and I'll sail with ye."

The retainer was sweating a bit at the sight of the fearsome Clegane "Yes hmm S.. M'l... Master Sandor, Lord Estermont sails to take the castle if you think you can sneak inside undetected we could provide a boat Se... Master Hound. But the ships set sail soon and we have no time to wait."

[Pontifex Maximus]

The retainer was sweating a bit at the sight of the fearsome Clegane "Yes hmm S.. M'l... Master Sandor, Lord Estermont sails to take the castle if you think you can sneak inside undetected we could provide a boat Se... Master Hound. But the ships set sail soon and we have no time to wait."

"Better take me to him quick then."

ooc: I'll timewarp interactions in the Red Keep as well here

[Lucius Malfoy]

"We've got a hunt ahead of us, boy." He said to Gareth "The scent is fresh."

Gareth follows the towering individual that was Sandor Clegane. He nods to his mentor and walks in tow to the towering Clegane.

Is this father's orders or the King's, Ser Clegane...er, Hound?

The Lannister never got it down correctly; whether to be formal or informal about Sandor.

[Pontifex Maximus]

He turned to Gareth "Both." Sandor replied "I'll find the Targaryens, drag them back if I can, if not I'll take back their heads. Let the King be noble then, when he knows the Targaryens won't be bothering him. And me? I'll be rich as a little lordling myself."

[Lucius Malfoy]

He turned to Gareth "Both." Sandor replied "I'll find the Targaryens, drag them back if I can, if not I'll take back their heads. Let the King be noble then, when he knows the Targaryens won't be bothering him. And me? I'll be rich as a little lordling myself."

Gareth nods then and continues to walk with Sandor.

​Where are we to go then?

[Pontifex Maximus]

The Hound gave a yellow grin and gazed down at Gareth, his hair sweeping over the burned side of his face "Dragonstone would make a good start. See if I can sneak in and drag some dragons out."

[Lucius Malfoy]

Dragonstone...the place where Aegon the Conqueror came from?

This greatly excited Gareth deep down. Dragonstone, a place of great history such as the table built by Aegon the Conqueror. This was proving to become something very interesting for the young Lannister.

[Pontifex Maximus]

"Aye, the same." Sandor lengthened his stride to the harbor, he did not want to miss this ship.

[Honors Bastion]

OOC: Assuming this is timewarped.

After the coronation was over, a young lady from the Vale and her young friend were seen departing the festivities of the coronation to roam the walls of the Red Keep. The chief of the two young women was Lady Rhea Royce, eldest daughter of Lord Edwyn Royce of Runestone. She was pretty girl, with soft white skin, a nicely shaped body, and bright rose lips. The young daughter of Lord Royce was like all young women of her age. She dreamed that one day she would fall in love with a young knight who would wrest her away from her home and that they would live happily ever after. She was a somewhat naïve due to her upbringing of being sheltered behind the walls of Runestone for most of her life.

The two girls slowly made their way around the Red keep, examing the opulence fo the great castle that still bore the marks of its recent sack. After about fifteen minutes, the two came upon a small group of men who appeared to be discussing something. Hiding in the shadows for a time, they tried to listen to what the men were saying but failed to hear or grasp anything important before one of them knocked over a nearby flower vase alerting the men of their presences.

[Pontifex Maximus]

Sandor came around the corner at a quick pace. Gareth followed and the little squat man bobbled behind like an absurd image from a dwarf comedy. Sandor still hadn’t washed since the battle, was covered in dirt, and smelled like a carcass. He stopped abruptly lest he should knock the women down. He had drawn a quick breath in order to shout some insult at careless women wandering about castles but stopped short when he saw Rhea. His expression softened and he quickly averted his gaze. “Ladies should take more care.” He said in a gruff, muffled tone.

[jacb547]

Sandor came around the corner at a quick pace. Gareth followed and the little squat man bobbled behind like an absurd image from a dwarf comedy. Sandor still hadn’t washed since the battle, was covered in dirt, and smelled like a carcass. He stopped abruptly lest he should knock the women down. He had drawn a quick breath in order to shout some insult at careless women wandering about castles but stopped short when he saw Rhea. His expression softened and he quickly averted his gaze. “Ladies should take more care.” He said in a gruff, muffled tone.

The squat retainer seemed both relieved and insulted to be ignored so by the Hound and raised his voice to be heard still "Master, a boat shall be prepared for you at the Docks." The retainer, having acted as his Lord willed made to leave. He knew Andrew did not want hands stained with children's blood and this Hound seemed a sufficient scapegoat.

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At nightfall the same retainer arrived at the docks, the moon shone on the sea where the great galleys and trading vessels rocked lightly in anchor. Besides them was a small fishing skiff manned only by the fisherman who owned it, a greasily man who often came to the Capital to get away from his wife back in Dragonstone he hailed the stranger "Who goes there?" The retainer lowered his hood "It is I, Harra." The fisherman scowled, he did not trust the man but he needed the gold this shady business might bring "Weren't there two others?" Harra looked behind him "They are coming." I hope.

[Pontifex Maximus]

The squat retainer seemed both relieved and insulted to be ignored so by the Hound and raised his voice to be heard still "Master, a boat shall be prepared for you at the Docks." The retainer, having acted as his Lord willed made to leave. He knew Andrew did not want hands stained with children's blood and this Hound seemed a sufficient scapegoat.

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At nightfall the same retainer arrived at the docks, the moon shone on the sea where the great galleys and trading vessels rocked lightly in anchor. Besides them was a small fishing skiff manned only by the fisherman who owned it, a greasily man who often came to the Capital to get away from his wife back in Dragonstone he hailed the stranger "Who goes there?" The retainer lowered his hood "It is I, Harra." The fisherman scowled, he did not trust the man but he needed the gold this shady business might bring "Weren't there two others?" Harra looked behind him "They are coming." I hope.

Sandor sized up the situation. The hasty, low conversations and the details…this seemed too planned. He was suspicious but determined the two men posed him no threat. He could just as easily slit both their throats and be on his way. He clambered onto the small vessel, causing it to rock precipitously in the shallow water. The boat sunk considerably in the water with his added weight. He began to shed his armor. “Best sail well. Anything goes over the side and I’ll take the cost from your skin.” You’d have thought the Lannisters would have outfitted him better.

[jacb547]

Sandor sized up the situation. The hasty, low conversations and the details…this seemed too planned. He was suspicious but determined the two men posed him no threat. He could just as easily slit both their throats and be on his way. He clambered onto the small vessel, causing it to rock precipitously in the shallow water. The boat sunk considerably in the water with his added weight. He began to shed his armor. “Best sail well. Anything goes over the side and I’ll take the cost from your skin.” You’d have thought the Lannisters would have outfitted him better.

Harra, King's Landing's docks



What an unpleasant man this hound! Still he had his orders from Lord Andrew, who had left a few hours earlier to meet up with his army and Storm's End "Masters Sandor and Gareth! Shall we go?" Harra had taken care to not don any arms or sigils of House Estermont, he had no trouble himself being an accomplice to infanticide but he knew men might think ill of his Lord should this mad hound kill the Targaryen children with his direct involvement. Ignoring the man's threats and barks he picked up an oar and started to push them away from the shore into the narrow sea, from there they could make their way by sail to Dragonstone.

The sun was rising in the horizon when the small skiff slid into Dragonstone's harbor, the village beneath the ancient castle was waking up when the group finally descended into the shore. Harra was tired from the midnight voyage and pretended to find the nearest inn and rest for a good long bit, yawning he addressed Sandor and Gareth once more "The castle is over there, do your thing and should you bring back the children, alive or dead, come find me in the inn!" Waving he set off, glad to be away from the menacing presence of the Hound and on his way to a whore and a drink.

[Honors Bastion]

Sandor came around the corner at a quick pace. Gareth followed and the little squat man bobbled behind like an absurd image from a dwarf comedy. Sandor still hadn’t washed since the battle, was covered in dirt, and smelled like a carcass. He stopped abruptly lest he should knock the women down. He had drawn a quick breath in order to shout some insult at careless women wandering about castles but stopped short when he saw Rhea. His expression softened and he quickly averted his gaze. “Ladies should take more care.” He said in a gruff, muffled tone.

"My apologies Ser. We were just walking around the castle and we weren't paying attention." said Rhea in a scared voice. She was somewhat shock about the grisly and deformed man before her.

[MikauZora]

Is this RP still happening?

[jacb547]

Is this RP still happening?

OOC: Depends entirely on Ponti.