Aegon visits the west

[The Weirwood]

The next few moments are painful to those on the beach as Balerion lets out a massive roar as his master is killed and his body is thrown from the back of the dragon to land with a loud splash into the ocean. Mortifer continues his assault on the dragon's neck trying to cleave away the scales and get to the soft flesh beneath them. In a couple of hits he manages to once again break through the scales and embedd the entire blade of his axe into the thick neck of the dragon, though this serves to piss the thing off more then anything else as he starts to spit out fire and flying through it in the midst of it's heat unable to get a clear shot of the man any other way. Mortifers armor is starting to heat up with the passing dragon flames and all the magma like blood coming from the dragon, starting to make him super uncomfortably warm.

Mortifer deals 4 damage after AR to the dragon, but due to his weapon's passive deals one wound. (Total of 5 wounds now)

His constant hammering away at the dragon with both blackfyre and Icebreaker soon prove fruitful as Mortifer has now hacked a good crevice into the dragon's neck deep enough to be able to start seeing the milky white bones of the beast, past all of the boiling blood and gore coming from the open wound of the dragon. Balerion in response to the massive onslaught is unable to even muster a spark as the once great beast weakly attempts to fight the man off again.

Mortifer deals 21 damage after AR for another wound, and yet another wound based on his weapons passive. (7 now)

With the amount of pain and blood loss that Balerion is going through, he is unable to keep to the air as both him and Mortifer come crashing down into the surf and the beach. Mortifer is able to time his landing with the crash on the beach well enough that he is able to roll onto the beach and come out of it with nothing worse then a bruised rib. The dragon see's his foe on the beach in front of him and tries to conjure up a flame to try and bake him alive but is too weak to manage and can only watch the bestial man with eyes that can only be related to sad anime eyes. Mortifer decides to end it in one of the most fitting ways possible, by calling on Juton his faithfully massive steed. Climbing on the Mammoths back, Mortifer walks the mammoth over to the fallen dragon. and has it curb stomp the poor thing on the neck crushing it's spine beneath the sheer weight of both the mammoth and Mortifer.


Mortifer wins a new trophy for his wall, and another tale that he can add to his list of feats.

[R'hllor, Lord of Light]

As the battle draws to it's end, Vaqerro and a dozen men from the southern camp ride into view, approaching the gathered group and deceased dragon. While each of the dozen men look prepared to march to war, Vaqerro himself is only wearing his red robes and dagger, as if potentially fighting a dragon hadn't mattered to him when they left. "An impressive feat for one of your kind. Where is the Targaryen?"

[King Artys V Arryn]

It was done then, Artys gazed at the falling wreck that was Balerion's body; he did not feel guilty for not doing much to help Aegon, firstly because he couldn't, secondly because he held no love for the bastard. But still it clung to him like a hook, again ones life had been taken prematurely and he had blood on his hands.

The King flew his eagle back, near where Mostifer's mammoth and Auron and his men were located. He wore a grim expression; but what was done, was done, sooner or later Aegon would have had to face it.

"I trust you are happy with your new prize, King Mortifer." He said in a gray tone, not judgingly as they might have expected. Artys eyed the mythical valyrian blade, he had to admit, a sting of envy did indeed hit his heart. "One less dragon to worry about. But I fear the other two won't have a feast when the news come to them."

[Mortifer the Monstrous]

When Artys arrived Mortifer was busily hacking off the dragon's massive head and tying it to the back of his mammoth, to be dragged behind as a morbid trophy.

"There are more of these?!?!" he asked, incredulous and practically giddy at the thought. "No wonder you bastards spend generations keeping us north of the Wall. Didn't want to share all the fun!"

He inspected the "blade of kings" for a moment, before grunting unimpressed and tossing it aside in the sand for anyone that wanted it. After all, it hadn't served its last owner particularly well.

At Vaqerro's question, the giant man merely pointed at the Targaryen's head swinging from his belt.

[The Weirwood]

Dorran Stark eyed the high priest wearily. "It wasn't so much as not sharing the fun." He said with a spit off to the side. "It was worrying that we would be the sport." He watches as Mortifer throws the sword away and chuckles, the sword would be a good gift for the king though.

[Prince Auron Nymeros Martell]

Auron remained on his horse, so the Prince might address the wildling eye-to-eye."Your Grace. It would be my pleasure to drown you in whores for the rest of this meeting, if you have not exhausted your stamina." He would reward his own archers too, for possessing the will to face such an imposing enemy. Loyalty was rewarded in Dorne.

[Mortifer the Monstrous]

Mortifer's face lit up into a broad grin of child-like glee at Auron's offer, which likely looked terrifying with his plate drenched in smoking dragon blood.

"Had some mead and had a fight. Some grub and cunt would hit the spot."

[King Artys V Arryn]

King Artys dismounted from his eagle and made his way towards the discarded sword.

"This blade belongs to the Targaryen line; I'll see that it's returned safely to his widows and children." Although it reflected his face beautifully, Artys couldn't let himself be tempted. Aegon deserved this one lest bit of posthumous respect.

[Prince Auron Nymeros Martell]

Auron rode towards the blade on horseback and attempted to block Artys's path to the blade. "No, traitor. You have no right to claim any prize."
(Intimidate Roll)

Animal Handling 3
Persuasion 4 (Intimidate 4)
Will 5
Intrigue Defense: 5 + 5 + 4 = 9
Composure: 3 × 5 = 15

Admin Ability: You Have My Undivided Attention: On all rolls involving Persuasion or Deception, Auron gains an extra 6 intrigue defense, while any rolls involving Seduction further grant Auron an additional 3 defense, for a total of 9.

[R'hllor, Lord of Light]

"If that is your wish, then you will be pleased to know the precise location of the remaining Targaryens, and their dragons. The hospitality of Essos has grown thin with them, and they will be on their way over here soon. Feel free to kill the rest of them, but you will find a much greater foe if you do. Aegon was a fool with a dragon, his sister is a genius." Vaqerro gave his thin smile once again before looking to Auron, a quick motion to the men that accompanied him resulting in two rows of men forming behind Auron. He might not care either way, but Auron was one of his own, at least.

[King Artys V Arryn]

The King snorted in disgust, these men had no respect to the memory of the fallen.

"Keep it, then..." Artys doubled back to his eagle. Maybe he should stop going to places on his own, especially, when without his armor.

[Mortifer the Monstrous]

Mortifer hopped atop his mammoth and spurred it back towards camp, dragging the monstrous dragon skull behind them like an oxen pulling a plow. He did not look impressed by the strange red man's words. Brains were of little use once they coated his axe.

[Prince Auron Nymeros Martell]

Auron dismounted and collected the blade. He studied the reflection quizzically like a child with a bauble, and gave it a practice swing. He was no swordsman though, so Blackfyre was wasted on him. He walked over to Aegon's body and collected the dragonlord's scabbard. Setting the sword in the scabbard, and the scabbard on his waist, he returned to the others and knelt before the High Priest. "Your Holiness. Is the Lord of Light pleased this day?"

[Lord Reyn Bolton]

Reyn Bolton rode closer, from his position a few hundred yards back. Only a madman would charge a dragon straight on, and he had been content to watch the fight from a distance. He knew Mortifer, King Beyond the Wall, Magnar of Thenn, only in passing, but the Southrons all blended together to his eyes. Heretics and blasphemers the lot of them, fit only to be sacrificed to the glory of the Old Gods. Their time would come. Two dozen men in Bolton livery rode behind him, armored in chainmail and armed with lances, swords, and horsebows.

"The Magnar surely will take the Dragonlord's head as his trophy," he said in a soft voice that carried nonetheless. "But what of his body? I would claim it, or his skin at the least, for the honor and glory of the Old Gods."

He eyed Blackfyre covetously, but made no move toward it.



Stats:
Persuasion: 5d (+1b Intimidate)
Disturbing Habit: +1d on tests involving Intimidate; -1d on all Persuasion tests not involving Intimidate
Pious: Religious conviction grants a 33% chance to add +1d to any roll against followers of another faith, with a higher chance if you honor your gods beforehand

Intrigue Defense: 12 (4+5+3)
Composure: 14 (4x3 +2)

[Mortifer the Monstrous]

The mammoth lumbered past back towards camp, digging a trench behind it with the dragon's severed head.

"Missed all the fun Flayed Man!" he shouted jovially to Lord Reyn as the strange group passed by, holding up Aegon's severed head triumphantly, the pair of wolves pulling up the rear nipping chunks out of the dragon head.