@THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE SHIV
I swear the mentions are the bane of my existence I can never get them to work I just go back and grab previous mention codes that work
Daenerys has a decision to make.
A. Go to Astapor for the Unsullied. (0 Votes)
B.Sail to Volantis searching for a Sellsword Company. (3 Votes)
Daenerys will set sail for Volantis
Robb has a decision to make.
A. Accept the Myrcella Marriage proposal, and the returning of Arya. Joining the war against Renly (Stannis; Renly is dead but they don’t know it yet) (0 Votes)
B. Accept the Myrcella Marriage proposal, and the returning of Arya and Jon. Joining the war against Renly (Stannis; Renly is dead but they don’t know it yet) (3 Votes)
C. Decline the Myrcella Marriage proposal, and send a raven to Tywin demanding the returning of Arya, Sansa, and Jon. Calling the North and Riverland banners to war if Tywin refuses. (0 Votes)
Robb will accept the marriage proposal to Myrcella and join the Lannisters.
Davos of House Seaworth: Lord of Cape Wrath
Letting Stannis try and retake Storms End seems the best option at the moment. I’m imaging someone in the castle will come to their senses and open the gates eventually. Renly had left old men and green boys behind to guard the castle, I doubt they’ll be able to last as long as Stannis did when the Tyrells & Redwynes besieged him during Robert’s Rebellion. Once he has Storm’s End, any doubts about his abilities or claim will be quelled. Scouts reported that about 8000 men arrived with Tywin when he came to King’s Landing. It seems the suddenness of Robert’s death has caused chaos everywhere and it is taking longer for Tywin’s men to muster in the west. Which is good for us, let’s hope this siege takes less than a fortnight so that we may have more time to strike Tywin while he is not at full strength.
Later that day Stannis demands my audience. For what? Stannis says “Good you’re here.” “Your grace.” I say “What is it you require?” Stannis says “You still remember how to be a smuggler I hope?” I nod. Stannis says “Good, I’m going to need you to be one again.” I am confused “Your grace you cut off-” Stannis interrupts “I know what I did, but this is war and your talents are required. I need you to smuggle Lady Melisandre under Storm’s End.” I ask “For what?” Stannis says “She knows a way to break the seige rather quickly. She has seen Cortnay Penrose’s death in the flames. Ser Cortnay's second is Lord Elwood Meadows, a boy of twenty who is cousin to the Fossoways. I believe that he would accept my terms and yield the castle if he were in command.” I am confused by this Cortnay Penrose seemed in good health. “So I’m to take part in an assassination attempt, yes?” Stannis says nothing and walks over to a brazier in the middle of the tent and looks into the flames. I start to realize I should of asked him to head for King’s Landing. I think about his bastard nephew Edric. I rip through the silence “It isn’t Storm’s End you want is it.” I ask “Why are you so bent on acquiring Edric?” Stannis finally speaks “Melisandre has seen in the flames that I need Edric.” My assumptions were correct then.
That night a couple of soldiers help me bring a row boat to shipbreaker bay. Melisandre arrives draped in her red cloak. We climb inside and set sail for Storm’s End. After minutes of silence hearing nothing but the splash of water as I row the boat I finally ask “What happened to Renly?” Melisandre smirks dodging the question she asks me “You are married, yes?” I nod. I start thinking about Marya who I left at Cape Wrath to serve Stannis and my son Matthos who was back at camp with Stannis right now. I had half a mind to take Matthos and return home to my lands, but Stannis is my King and I owe those lands and the life my son now has to him. The other lords still looked down on me and mine over a decade later, but that didn’t matter. As long as Stannis was around they wouldn’t dare say anything.
We finally reach Storms End. Dead at night nobody would see us especially with the fog that was setting in. As we approached the shore I could see a cave nearby that we could use to get inside. “Are you a good man, Davos Seaworth?” Melisandre asked. Would a good man be doing this? “I am a man,” I said. “I am kind to my wife, but I have known other women. I have tried to be a father to my son. Aye, I’ve broken laws, but I never felt evil until tonight. I would say my parts are mixed, m’lady. Good and bad.” “A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that what you are, Ser Davos?” “What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey.” She replies with “If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil.”
A rippling wake spread out behind as we swung back toward the shore. “You speak of men and onions,” I said to Melisandre. “What of women? Is it not the same for them? Are you good or evil, my lady?” That made her chuckle. “Oh, good. I am a knight of sorts myself, sweet ser. A champion of light and life.” “Yet you mean to kill a man tonight,” I said. “As you killed Maester Cressen.” She retorts “Your maester poisoned himself. He meant to poison me, but I was protected by a greater power and he was not.” “And Renly Baratheon? Who was it who killed him?” I ask. Her head turned. Beneath the shadow of the cowl, her eyes burned like pale red candle flames. “Not I.” “Liar.” I was certain now. Melisandre laughed again. “You are lost in darkness and confusion, Ser Davos.” “And a good thing.” I said.
Together we tied off the sail as the boat rocked beneath us. As I unshipped the oars and slid them into the choppy black water, I asked, “Who rowed you to Renly?” “There was no need,” she said. “He was unprotected. But here… this Storm’s End is an old place. There are spells woven into the stones. Dark walls that no shadow can pass ancient, forgotten, yet still in place.” “Shadow?” I felt my flesh prickling. “A shadow is a thing of darkness.” “You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.” We went for the cave. We pushed inside coming to iron bars. “Have we passed within the walls?” she asked and I answered “Yes. Beneath. But we can go no farther. The portcullis goes all the way to the bottom. And the bars are too closely spaced for even a child to squeeze through.” There was no answer but a soft rustling. And then a light bloomed amidst the darkness.
I raised a hand to shield my eyes, and my breath caught in my throat. Melisandre had thrown back her cowl and shrugged out of the smothering robe. Beneath, she was naked, and huge with child. Swollen breasts hung heavy against her chest, and her belly bulged as if near to bursting. “Gods preserve us,” I whispered, and heard her answering laugh, deep and throaty. Her eyes were hot coals, and the sweat that dappled her skin seemed to glow with a light of its own. Melisandre shone. Panting, she squatted and spread her legs. Blood ran down her thighs, black as ink. Her cry might have been agony or ecstasy or both. And I saw the crown of the child’s head push its way out of her. Two arms wriggled free, grasping, black fingers coiling around Melisandre’s straining thighs, pushing, until the whole of the shadow slid out into the world and rose taller than I, tall as the tunnel. I had only an instant to look at it before it was gone, twisting between the bars of the portcullis but that instant was long enough. I knew that shadow. As I knew the man who’d cast it.
Daenerys of House Targaryen: Exiled Princess of the Seven Kingdoms
It has felt like years have past before we finally arrived in Volantis. It was no cooler in Volantis than Qarth. I had traveled the city with Viserys back when we were begging for support before becoming guests of Illyrio. Even with enough money to hire a sellsword company I was still coming back to beg them to help me invade Westeros. My dragons were much bigger now they are the size of dogs. Part of me still regrets not heading for Astapor. Jorah has been telling me the entire way here that we should of not come this far west already as the Golden Company is sure to sto here, but it has been months since The Golden Company attacked Vaes Dothrak in search of me, so they have surely past Volantis already. When we arrive at the docks Jorah immediately begins asking dock workers and traders of any news from Westeros.
We come across a trader with a blue mustache who takes notice of us. He recognizes that Jorah’s armor is Westerosi. The man says “It’s not often we see your type around here.” Jorah asks “You’ve been to Westeros? The trader says “Yes many times over the years your people love my silks. I’m avoiding going there at the moment with the war and all.” War? Jorah and I are confused.” The trader says “Yes Robert Baratheon is dead. His son sits the throne and his two brothers are attempting to overthrow him. Brothers am I right? Glad I’m an only child. Or at least I think I am hehe.” The usurper is dead? Three false Kings destroy the country? This is my chance! “We must talk with the sellswords that are currently here.” The trader says “Sure there are some here though I’m afraid the Golden Company has come and gone. They were here a fortnight then there was word that they were hired by Myr in some trade dispute with Lys. Not long til Lys sues for peace when they see those men outside their walls even with Tyrosh backing them. Nobody lasts long against those golden exiles when they do see combat. A couple other companys like the Brave companions have been hired by one of the 3 westerosi Kings and have headed across the narrow sea. Although there a few still here like the Windblown and Company of the Cat. If you talk with the Windblown tell Redbeard he stills owes me for his cape.” Jorah says “Good thing The Brave Companions aren’t here I’d like to avoid seeing Vargo Hoat again. He is a cruel man who loves taking the hands of his prisoners, even those of nobility. I served with them for about a month until I watched the Qohori take the hand of a Lord from Norvos who he had captured in a skirmish by the river of Noyne. ”
I turn to Jorah “You know these men from these companies from your years of exile who should I go to first?” Jorah asks “Are the Stormcrows and Long Lances here as well?” The trader nods and says “So are the Second Sons.” Jorah shakes his head “The Second Sons are a small company of about 500 men which is nothing compared to the other companies you have named. Though I imagine we will need all the arms we can get so we can go to them as well. I’d suggest getting the Company of Cat first they are the largest here right now. 3,000 men is not enough to take Westeros but after we are done here we may have the others with us as well before we leave. Bloodbeard loves his women and wine so we may want to acquire some of those before we go to see him. The Windblown is 2,000 strong and they should be our second visit. The Tattered Prince I’ve never met myself but I’m certainly curious to meet him. The man was going to become the disposable puppet of Pentos but fled never to return. We should definitely refrain from mentioning that city when we talk to him. The Long Lances are a must. They may be only 800 but more cavalry will be needed in Westeros. Gylo Rhegan is a silent type but gold will bring him and his horses to us hopefully.” I can barely keep up listening to Jorah discuss the many companies. “I suppose going to see The Titan’s bastard Mero and his Second Sons is necessary as well. The Stormcrows have 3 join commanders and will be harder to bring over so I don’t know if their 500 swords will be worth it if we have to give them more than gold. I only really know Sallor the bald of the Stormcrows the other 2 join commanders I know their names but no more a Tyroshi named Daario Naharis and Ghiscari named Prendahl na Ghezn.”
Daenerys has a decision to make. (You will be able to go barter with all the available companies, You only have enough gold to hire 3 of them so choose wisely.)
A. Visit Bloodbeard of the Company of Cats (3,000 swordsmen and archers)
B. Visit The Tattered Prince of the Windblown (2,000 swordsmen and cavalry)
C. Visit Gyle Rhagen of the Long Lances (800 cavalry)
D. Visit Mero the Titans Bastard of the Second Sons (500 swordsmen and archers)
E. Visit Sallor, Daario, and Prendahl of the Stormcrows (500 cavalry)