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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 18, 2016 0:22:47 GMT
Dorran laughed heartily, "We are all followers of the true gods here, should be able to put aside any other differences for the moment. But now I think we need to find our big friend another drink here, else he is going to start putting people into the ground."
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 18, 2016 0:28:07 GMT
"It is, isn't it...?"
Artys said briefly in a dismayed tone; the religious disagreement was just one of the factors that led to his schism with his brother, but an important factor nonetheless... after all that happened, he still had a hard time seeing his brother as foe.
"Still... If it wasn't that way, I wouldn't have to wake up worrying to learn that my Kingdom had fallen into a Civil War during the night." The King stated sadly; his task as King of the Mountains and the Vale was not one that any would handle. "In the end, we are all kinsmen, aren't we?"
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 18, 2016 1:56:18 GMT
"Yes we are." Dorran starts as a giant winged beast starts to appear overhead. "King Arryn, you didn't happen to breed a super eagle bigger then your normal ones have you?" He asks with a hint of amusement in his voice. "If not I think this meeting might have another unexpected guest." He says his hand going towards the hilt of his sword still secured in a weirwood sheath on his side.
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 18, 2016 13:35:52 GMT
Artys' dismay soon enough turned into a concerned frown, they all knew what had happened the last time a dragon had been seen flying over Westerosi lands.
"After everything that happened, he really has the gall to come here." The King said, more annoyed than angry. "I'd suggest you tell your men to stay sharp, I wouldn't trust this bastard even in a peace summit."
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 18, 2016 13:43:13 GMT
"You shouldn't worry about that, King Arryn. Perhaps it might be best if you had some men stay with your birds, I would hate to see how they react if left alone in the company of a dragon." Dorran suggests still watching to see what the dragon does.
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 18, 2016 14:27:02 GMT
"True, they are bound to get restless. I must go check on them."
The King fo the Vale gave a solemn nod, but stopped before leaving.
"I must soon seek out King Brandon; do you know if he'll be staying in the Castle, Lord Stark?"
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 18, 2016 15:38:21 GMT
As the conversation is about to continue, the distant shriek of 'Dragon!' catches the attention of those gathered in both the northern and southern camps, and it only takes a quick look to the sky to see that massive form of Balerion flying high above the island. Panic and chaos soon erupt throughout each camp, the peaceful crowds of peasants and lords suddenly turning into a stampede as people either rush for cover or weapons. A screaming woman runs into a nearby torch stand and sets a tent in the southern camp ablaze, while a soldier in the northern camp who clearly thought that drinking before noon made him cool accidentally knocks a nearby barrel of ale onto it's side, sending it rolling towards a nearby campfire where it wastes no time erupting into a fiery rain.
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Post by King Artys V Arryn on Jan 18, 2016 19:01:47 GMT
Chaos having ensued it was in a matter of seconds that Artys found himself isolated from his companions.
"What is this damned bloody fool doing?" He barked, talking to no one in particular.
Rushing, the King made his way through the mess that had become their encampment, tracing a strait lines towards where the Eagles were accommodated; he had to shove his way through the roaring crowd, for better mobility he even unattached his own cloak. As he reached the pen he expected to check the state of the birds; his Queen being fit to fly, He'd hop on her back to try and put some sanity into Aegon's apparently retarded brain.
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Post by R'hllor, Lord of Light on Jan 18, 2016 21:31:28 GMT
Artys is saddled and airborne within seconds, a few of his eagle-riding guards taking to the air several moments afterwards. Aegon and Balerion are seen descending closer towards the camp before leveling out again, either curious or preparing to attack.
(Continue in other thread.)
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Post by Mortifer the Monstrous on Jan 18, 2016 23:19:43 GMT
As others screamed in fear at the dragon, Mortifer looked up to the sky thrilled. He had thought this was going to be boring.
He ran over to where the eagles were stabled, shoving aside any man then got near, and hoped on in an attempt to bend the beat to his will.
"UP!" he bellowed, pointing to the dragon in the sky.
Animal Handling:4 (1b Train)
Beast friend: +1D on Animal Handling tests to Charm or Train
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 18, 2016 23:56:57 GMT
Try as he might, due to his sheer weight and size the eagle won't be able to fly with the monstrous man on his back. It is reasons like this that Mortifer remembers he has a Mammoth for his mount instead of a horse. So many broken backs when the horses attempted to gallop..
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Post by Mortifer the Monstrous on Jan 19, 2016 0:06:08 GMT
Undeterred, Mortifer grabs a second eagle and fashions a sort of hammock saddle they can carry him on to his foe.
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Post by The Weirwood on Jan 19, 2016 0:12:06 GMT
They try to flap their wings, and each of them manages to take off. Only to hover two feet above the ground straining against the mass of muscle and ale that is the wildling king. Before too long Mortifer can see the dragon and Arryn ride off into the distance and land a couple miles away near the shore.
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Post by Mortifer the Monstrous on Jan 19, 2016 0:33:39 GMT
Grumbling, Mortifer mounts his mammoth and rides hard for where the flying bastards had landed, wolves following and eager for blood as he was.
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