RPG: Game of Thrones The Last Loyalists

[Oznerol]

Mooton quickly rushed to the queens rooms, preparing what she thought was needed in childbirth. She had heard it it. Sometimes. But as she was only freshly flowered herself, she had no idea what to do, nor what to expect. Such talk came only after a maid was married, well her mother thought that was the proper way. She hoped the maester had learned more then she had, while he was in Oldtown. She felt uneasy. Childbirth was a dangerous business. She wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of the queen.

The storm ravaged the island outside, winds stroke the walls and the towers, thunders breaking the skies, like gods hammering the land. The waves rose in anger, enormous and terrible. The whole castle was illuminated by the thunders, and the screams of the Queen were barely heard.

When Deiyna arrived the Queen was on the bed, fully concentrated on the labor. But between the sweat and the pain she glanced the Mooton:

"Deiyna, come here grab my hand"

She shouted. The maester, mature, with a crooked nose and balding head, silvery hair, was kneeling before the Queen. Few maids were bringing warm towels and hot water.

"Your Grace, push, push. It is coming my Queen"

As waves and the sea stroke the cliffs and the castle's walls the Queen pushed with all her strength. Her silver hair falls wet to his breast, up and down un heavy breath because the effort.

"Again my Queen"

She did what she could, gritting her teeth.

"A Dragon, a new dragon, I sense it, Deiyna... I lost one... now he returns to me"

"Again"

Thunder

"Again"

Thunder

"Once more my Queen"

The wind running through the hallways and around the dragon towers, the garden of Aegon wiped by its force. Thunders erupting in the sky, like when Durran defied the storm god.

"Do not despair, your Grace, push, push"

The Queen screamed, winded. The pain was too much to handle.

"Oh! It is coming!"

"Your Grace! I can see the head, push, please! Silver hair your Grace!"

"A Dragon!"

Then, a thunder broke the skies apart, a magnificent thunder who illuminated the whole room better than all the candles and the fireplace, and with a last effort...

A baby cries... And only rain could be heard outside, falling upon the islands and licking the stones...

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

The guards return moments later, speaking a vessel that was waiting down by the docks for their departure to Ser Janos. Ser Janos orders the supplies to be delivered to the ship immediately. Groups of servants and guards begin doing so. Janos looks up when he hears the cry of a baby, which made him sigh.

​There is still hope...

Ser Janos then went upstairs and approached Lord Connington in the birthing room.

Mi'lord, the ship is ready. Servants and guards are loading the ship up with supplies.

 

[Alexandrine]

She had hear childbirth was no thing to behold lightly, but it was even worse then she could have imagined. She was glad she was there to give the queen some support in her delivery.
The maids handled the babe after the maester, wiped it clean and wrapped in cloth, then handing it over to Deiyna Mooton. She inspected the babe, who looked perfectly healthy. She turned back to the queen. "Your Grace, you have delivered a perfectly healthy princess." she handed the child to the exhausted queen.

 

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



The sharper eyes could make out the shadow of a smile on his face, this so uncommon half smile was mostly for himself They both would have died were it not for me. Jon was glad, he thought, that he still had some good to do in the world, the wrinkled baby in the towels represented that.
"She is a true princess, your grace."
Smiling he noticed Ser Janos was back, he pondered on waiting more, the queen could rest and the baby grow. Was it wise to expose them to the perils of the sea? Connington had not the luxury to be wise.
"Thank you Ser Janos, send someone to find Ser Tytos and my other men, they should be with the royal children. We are Pentos bound my friend."

 

[Oznerol]

She had hear childbirth was no thing to behold lightly, but it was even worse then she could have imagined. She was glad she was there to give the queen some support in her delivery.
The maids handled the babe after the maester, wiped it clean and wrapped in cloth, then handing it over to Deiyna Mooton. She inspected the babe, who looked perfectly healthy. She turned back to the queen. "Your Grace, you have delivered a perfectly healthy princess." she handed the child to the exhausted queen.

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



The sharper eyes could make out the shadow of a smile on his face, this so uncommon half smile was mostly for himself They both would have died were it not for me. Jon was glad, he thought, that he still had some good to do in the world, the wrinkled baby in the towels represented that.
"She is a true princess, your grace."
Smiling he noticed Ser Janos was back, he pondered on waiting more, the queen could rest and the baby grow. Was it wise to expose them to the perils of the sea? Connington had not the luxury to be wise.
"Thank you Ser Janos, send someone to find Ser Tytos and my other men, they should be with the royal children. We are Pentos bound my friend."

The Queen takes her baby from the maid's arms and looks her head covered by short silver hair. She barely could open her little purple eyes, looking her mother.

"Thanks you both, my Lady and Ser"

The little one looks her mother. The tired queen looks ternderly his newborn and only daughter:

"I lost Rhaegar, but now I have a daughter to relief my heart. She shall be named... Daenerys, as her kinswoman, who even in despair and ridden of hope could find a new happiness and a new home"

Daenerys Stormborn...

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



The sharper eyes could make out the shadow of a smile on his face, this so uncommon half smile was mostly for himself They both would have died were it not for me. Jon was glad, he thought, that he still had some good to do in the world, the wrinkled baby in the towels represented that.
"She is a true princess, your grace."
Smiling he noticed Ser Janos was back, he pondered on waiting more, the queen could rest and the baby grow. Was it wise to expose them to the perils of the sea? Connington had not the luxury to be wise.
"Thank you Ser Janos, send someone to find Ser Tytos and my other men, they should be with the royal children. We are Pentos bound my friend."

On it, my lord.

Ser Janos turns and walks off to find Ser Tytos, relaying the orders from Lord Connington.

 

[Hengest]

Prince Tristayne swallowed hard and approached the good knights with a heavy heart. "The children were lost to me, found and then to be lost once more. Yet-" he sighed looking at the children fondly. "With all that has happened and what yet may be I cannot fault the wisdom nor the strategy of this. Yet I have two proposals that come to mind." He slowly drew his sword. "First I give this blade to my nephew for the time he will need it most I may not be there to use it myself. Something from Dorne should remain with him at least. I give another blade," he removed his shorter sidearm "to my sweet niece, for when she returns she shall be the true heir of Dorne as the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter- for that is the way of Dorne." He turned to the men now and addressed them with the eyes of a warrior and a prince.
"I fear that secrets in this life, in this world, are never far from being broken so fragile are they- like eggs of birds rather than dragons. I have an idea. Before all of this, it was my wish that the children be taken to Pyke and raised by my wife, Gwyneth Greyjoy. I do not ask that you waver in your duty to the late Prince Royal, but perhaps by appearances you may... and thereby we can draw out the predators. For if it was intended by agents sinister that the children died with Princess Elia, then they will not hesitate to take all precautions and all power to strike again. What if we were to acquire two Lyseni babes on our return from Pentos and stow them upon the Iron Isles as the heirs in hiding, and we wait and we watch. If anything, it gives us a distraction to feed the beasts that lurk and prowl upon these angels."

for the record:
An assassination knife for Rhaenys -20,000 ("a misericord bearing the sun and spear of House Martell") +2 assassinations
A castle-forged greatsword for Aegon -40,000 ("a scimitar bearing the sun and spear of House Martell") +7 duel

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

OOC: Gonna open a bank account thread for Aegon, Rhaenys, Viserys and Daenaerys together so that way it will be easy to keep track of the 70,000 Gold Dragons that got away with and the gifts from Hengest's char. As well as anything else that may come our way.

 

[Pericles of Athens]

After the Queen gave birth Oberyn asked questioningly, Isn't it about time we boarded our ship and sailed for Essos? There'll be no point in having saved the children if the Baratheons trap us here..

OOC Lets move this along..

 

[Axis Sunsoar]

"Indeed, it is high time we were gone from Westeros, there are far too many enemies to the royal family just across the Blackwater."

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

The vessel is ready to depart. It is currently waiting down at the docks and has been supplied with what it can hold from Dragonstone's stores.

 

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



Connington sighted once more, for Griffin's Roost the home he would no longer see, I do this for you Rhaegar. "Then let us depart friends." With that Lord Jon led the way down to the docks, followed by his retinue of 40 guards, Ser Tytos Marchwood, the royal children and all his loyal companions.

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

for the record:
An assassination knife for Rhaenys -20,000 ("a misericord bearing the sun and spear of House Martell") +2 assassinations
A castle-forged greatsword for Aegon -40,000 ("a scimitar bearing the sun and spear of House Martell") +7 duel

On their way out, Ser Janos pauses at Prince Tristayne. He looks at what was being given and takes them into his hands. His gaze looks at the Martell.

They will be well looked after, my prince. If you wish, I can have ravens sent to you so you may know of their progress. It will be once in a blue moon, but at least it may put your mind at ease. I will ensure these are kept clean and sharp for when they come of age. I would suggest you leave immediately before anyone comes looking.

He then follows the party out of the castle, leading them to the vessel they had hired. Janos looks back at the castle for a moment and sighs. Goodbye, home. I hope I return when the times are better. With that, he boards the vessel and walks over to Lord Connington.

You all get settled below, I can handle the arrangements up here.

 

[Hengest]

Ooc no character comments on the plot to have 2 children stand in and live at Pyke?

Tristayne nodded to the knights, "I would cherish the news of the children, and never hesitate to call upon me for anything. I have the Dornish fleet and the command of my Ironborn wife, nor am I lacking in gold coin." He smoothed over his niece's dark locks and sighed. "I would accompany you all at least part of the way and sail you safe past the Disputed Lands. I know the waters like few others, I likewise know of old the slaver lords and pirate barons." He considered the fears of the Kingsguards concerning rebel scouts, he smiled "I have hundreds of ships here to fill these waters, not one rebel vessel will near Dragonstone to see you nevermind follow you."

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

Ooc no character comments on the plot to have 2 children stand in and live at Pyke?

Tristayne nodded to the knights, "I would cherish the news of the children, and never hesitate to call upon me for anything. I have the Dornish fleet and the command of my Ironborn wife, nor am I lacking in gold coin." He smoothed over his niece's dark locks and sighed. "I would accompany you all at least part of the way and sail you safe past the Disputed Lands. I know the waters like few others, I likewise know of old the slaver lords and pirate barons."

Then I ask you bring a sizable escort that will protect the vessel, but not too many as it will draw attention to use. Make it seem like a simple convoy. We just need to make it close enough to Pentos where we won't run into any Essosi pirates or possible slaver ships. After that, you may head for home, Prince Tristayne. I thank you for the offer of accompanying the ship.

Ser Janos then rejoins the vessel as he boarded it after speaking with the Dornish Prince. The crew begins getting right to work as the sails are drawn and the anchor brought up. The ties that kept the ship on the dock were released as the leftover stormy wind caught the sails full blown and began to push it out to see.

Janos walked to the edge and gazed back at the dock and the small port where he once lived. It was best, for it was either he remained at Dragonstone or do what the Prince would want and protect his children and family. He sighs contently.

I will come back some day, Dragonstone. Just wait for me...

 

[Oznerol]

And then a man wearing a boiled leather and mail armor, longsword on hip appears. Beard and balding head, with silver hair. Almost unrecognizable, the maester of Dragonstone! He runs to the ship.

"Ser! I can be of use on the travel! I refuse to tend the wounds and illnesses of arrogant usurpers and stormlords! You'll need a maester, and well, I was a couple of things more before I forged my chain!"

 

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



Lord Connington was seemly deep in thought, the rumors about King's Landing were brutal. The prince with the smashed head and the princess stabbed a thousand times, a butcher's girl and a whore's unwanted son I sentenced them to death. Even as he was doing it Lord Connington had remorse but now that they were dead the guilt was taking the better of him, I thought the usurper would have mercy. With sad eyes he looked at the Dornish lord "No, for all the realm knows the princes died at King's Landing." Taking a brief pause "I already sentenced enough children to death." With this meaning his refusal of the proposal Lord Jon stepped into the boat and commanded his men inside, with the Royals once more in old apple barrels.

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

And then a man wearing a boiled leather and mail armor, longsword on hip appears. Beard and balding head, with silver hair. Almost unrecognizable, the maester of Dragonstone! He runs to the ship.

"Ser! I can be of use on the travel! I refuse to tend the wounds and illnesses of arrogant usurpers and stormlords! You'll need a maester, and well, I was a couple of things more before I forged my chain!"

Janos orders the sails to be lifted and a small boat was brought over to the Maester on the dock. The breaded fellow was brought aboard and once more the ship was off to sea. Ser Janos approaches him with an inquisitive look.

​Who are you again? You don't look familiar.

 

[Hengest]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone



Lord Connington was seemly deep in thought, the rumors about King's Landing were brutal. The prince with the smashed head and the princess stabbed a thousand times, a butcher's girl and a whore's unwanted son I sentenced them to death. Even as he was doing it Lord Connington had remorse but now that they were dead the guilt was taking the better of him, I thought the usurper would have mercy. With sad eyes he looked at the Dornish lord "No, for all the realm knows the princes died at King's Landing." Taking a brief pause "I already sentenced enough children to death." With this meaning his refusal of the proposal Lord Jon stepped into the boat and commanded his men inside, with the Royals once more in old apple barrels.

Tristayne frowned, "I do not know you Ser Connington, but I entrust the lives of my own blood unto your keeping. Furthermore, my liege of Dorne and my liege of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, as much as I understand your remorse, it may never be good enough purpose to cloud judgement for the greater good. Even though there may be no knowledge of the children having survived. Do not doubt that as few as we now are that know of the children's survival... sooner or later our enemies... the enemy- will know or suspect of a threat that only the hope of children can represent. Hope for the loyalists and therefore the only real lasting threat to the rebels. It will haunt them as long as the idea, the very rumour exists... that the true heirs survive and are beyond their grasp."
Tristayne saluted his boatswain to raise the colours and send it across the fleet. A few capital ships would accompany the children's vessel through danger, the remainder would blockade all attempts to pass from King's Landing.
"There." He said. "It is done. The Dornish fleet shall be our bastion and their guardians."

 

[Oznerol]

Janos orders the sails to be lifted and a small boat was brought over to the Maester on the dock. The breaded fellow was brought aboard and once more the ship was off to sea. Ser Janos approaches him with an inquisitive look.

​Who are you again? You don't look familiar.

"Ser Janos we have lived under the same room for several years! I know leather and mail suit me far better!"

He laughs.

"I offer my sword and my knowledge as maester, well, former maester"

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lived under the same roof? You must have stayed in your room among the books and what not then.

His eyes glance at the cabin for a moment.

We got plenty of swords...a former Kingsguards and Hand of the King. So I guess another sword can be added on. Maester knowledge we lack in though which could be useful with how young the children are.

 

[Oznerol]

Lived under the same roof? You must have stayed in your room among the books and what not then.

His eyes glance at the cabin for a moment.

We got plenty of swords...a former Kingsguards and Hand of the King. So I guess another sword can be added on. Maester knowledge we lack in though which could be useful with how young the children are.

He chuckles, amused.

"How harsh Ser Janos, my heart is crying! Well you'll need my skills; a Summer Islander may the King and all his supporters, I only know one King and one dynasty and they are all inside this boat. I'll bled and die for them if necessary. And I was a successful Hedge Knight once"

 

[jacb547]

Tristayne frowned, "I do not know you Ser Connington, but I entrust the lives of my own blood unto your keeping. Furthermore, my liege of Dorne and my liege of the Seven Kingdoms. Yet, as much as I understand your remorse, it may never be good enough purpose to cloud judgement for the greater good. Even though there may be no knowledge of the children having survived. Do not doubt that as few as we now are that know of the children's survival... sooner or later our enemies... the enemy- will know or suspect of a threat that only the hope of children can represent. Hope for the loyalists and therefore the only real lasting threat to the rebels. It will haunt them as long as the idea, the very rumour exists... that the true heirs survive and are beyond their grasp."
Tristayne saluted his boatswain to raise the colours and send it across the fleet. A few capital ships would accompany the children's vessel through danger, the remainder would blockade all attempts to pass from King's Landing.
"There." He said. "It is done. The Dornish fleet shall be our bastion and their guardians."

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone/The Narrow Sea



Lord Connington knew it was a hard decision but in his heart he felt it was the right decision enough children had already died for this "And I thank you for your trust. Everyone but us believes the children dead but for us we would be risking innocent lives, child lives needlessly. I hope you understand my Lord." With that Connington headed inside the ship, already wondering what to do once he reached Pentos.

A few hours later when he emerged from his cabin for some fresh hair Lord Jon spotted the two men conversing nearby, seeing one of them as a stranger and not a member of the crew either he decided to approach them. "I don't believe we've been introduced, I am Lord Jon Connington, hand of the King, are you the nearest addition to our band of brothers?" Although he did not smile, as he was wont these days, his face was friendly even if a bit rugged and weary.

OOC: Should we create a new thread for the boat travel/Pentos, it might be cleaner but this one will do just as well.

 

[Lucius Malfoy]

OOC: I can make that thread.

 

[Oznerol]

Lord Jon Connington, Dragonstone/The Narrow Sea



Lord Connington knew it was a hard decision but in his heart he felt it was the right decision enough children had already died for this "And I thank you for your trust. Everyone but us believes the children dead but for us we would be risking innocent lives, child lives needlessly. I hope you understand my Lord." With that Connington headed inside the ship, already wondering what to do once he reached Pentos.

A few hours later when he emerged from his cabin for some fresh hair Lord Jon spotted the two men conversing nearby, seeing one of them as a stranger and not a member of the crew either he decided to approach them. "I don't believe we've been introduced, I am Lord Jon Connington, hand of the King, are you the nearest addition to our band of brothers?" Although he did not smile, as he was wont these days, his face was friendly even if a bit rugged and weary.

OOC: Should we create a new thread for the boat travel/Pentos, it might be cleaner but this one will do just as well.

The new member of the crew smiled respectfully, not every day you can met a very Hand of the King. He bowed. Renfred was of average height, broad chested, but still nimble. He has silvery hair, and beard:

"My Lord Hand, let me present myself; I am Ser Renfred Waters, bastard son of Manfred Velaryon, Lord of Hightide. Former hedge knight and maester of Dragonstone. However I refuse to serve the Baratheons and their spawn"

 

[jacb547]

The new member of the crew smiled respectfully, not every day you can met a very Hand of the King. He bowed. Renfred was of average height, broad chested, but still nimble. He has silvery hair, and beard:

"My Lord Hand, let me present myself; I am Ser Renfred Waters, bastard son of Manfred Velaryon, Lord of Hightide. Former hedge knight and maester of Dragonstone. However I refuse to serve the Baratheons and their spawn"

Lord Jon Connington, Narrow Sea



Lord Jon supposed he was indeed a bastard of Driftmark, considering his silvery hair and Valyrian features "As do we all." Queerly eyeing the man the hand asked "Both a Maester and a hedge Knight?"

 

[Oznerol]

Lord Jon Connington, Narrow Sea



Lord Jon supposed he was indeed a bastard of Driftmark, considering his silvery hair and Valyrian features "As do we all." Queerly eyeing the man the hand asked "Both a Maester and a hedge Knight?"

He chuckled.

"Aye, I was the "Silver Dolphin", won several tourneys, but my best victory was against Lord Rowan at Tumbleton, soon afterwards I joined the citadel, and... well, the six last years I served at Dragonstone"

 

[jacb547]

Lord Jon Connington, Narrow Sea



What a queer man he is, and probably skilled if he is all he claims, Connington was still much curious about the man and wondered if he would prove an asset or a liability "Never heard of a man who was both a Hedge Knight and a Maester, which one are you now?" He let out a laugh, cold it was but seemed genuine "Do you speak Low Valiryan Ser Maester?

 

[Oznerol]

Lord Jon Connington, Narrow Sea



What a queer man he is, and probably skilled if he is all he claims, Connington was still much curious about the man and wondered if he would prove an asset or a liability "Never heard of a man who was both a Hedge Knight and a Maester, which one are you now?" He let out a laugh, cold it was but seemed genuine "Do you speak Low Valiryan Ser Maester?

"Whatever you need, my Lord Hand"

He chuckled:

"I speak both High and Low Valyrian; such languages were taught at the Citadel. I forged my chain on Essosi languages, including Ghiscari, even if that isn't my best"

 

[jacb547]

"Whatever you need, my Lord Hand"

He chuckled:

"I speak both High and Low Valyrian; such languages were taught at the Citadel. I forged my chain on Essosi languages, including Ghiscari, even if that isn't my best"

Lord Jon Connington, The Narrow Sea



"Good, you will be most useful then." Although Lord Connington was still wondering whether a man could abandon his chain so easily he decided to let it slide.