AtomicNut

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

And posted.

Lysara you bitch.

Edit:Can always edit the post to add more interlude.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@Abefroeman@MrDidact

The aftermath was even more a balm for Seran's wounds than the bandages and cares of the septas. He eyed the congregation and chatter, all nobles and guests of the King and Queen of Westeros, and he was right in the middle of it. The rant went around about how these were trying times for them all. The type of enemies they faced needed not much eloquence. Fortunately King Jon wasn't one of the most verbose rulers he had ever heard, and his explanation didn't feel tiring. He took some mental notes of all the faces that were named, one after the other, as the knowledge of the events would be probably useful.

It was not an easy task. Between the blood loss, his injuries, and the chattering ambience, his concentration waned and waxed. Fair Lady of Lys, I could use some mulled wine and sleep. Seran chided himself mentally, his stance slumping at times due to the fact he had probably clubbed more critters to death with his sword and pommel than actual swordplay. However, he bolted up, straightening himself when the King graciously announced that he eventually would never need to pay a bed or lodging in King's Landing at all. She looks like a Queenly version of my own sister, eerily enough. Truly the tales do justice. He thought of the Queen as she was handing out the condecorations.

Well, it's not what I had in mind, but still eventually worked out in the end. And no more tainted food. He added mentally, forcing his body to perform a curtsy before the monarchs. "Your Grace is too generous" He answered in return to their offer, as the Queen carried on. The next named surprised him even more.

What, Ser Aerion is here? Where? He squeezed his eyes, looking back and forth at the crowd. Fortunately, he didn't have need to look much further, as an elbow jab of Lysara, clad in clothes and still under a hood not unlike a septa, pointed him in the right direction. He nodded briskly at him before pondering how the hell Lysara had snuck into the throne room. Probably because she had been confounded by a healer, what with his insistence of her being covered up. A bump in her sash confirmed that their most precious treasure was still there.

A order of Valyrian knights, huh? I might be recruited then. We both might be. Seran thought to himself as he noticed the odd silver hairlock or two that poked from the hood of his sister, as well as being conscious of his fine Lysene, yet somewhat scarred features. The King went on his tirade. Enemies. Opportunities to carve a path and rise even higher, even if he probably was fairly outmatched. That Tyrell Rose Knight seemed like, well, a monster in its own right despite his pompous appearance, probably even on par with Aerion...or the Royal family.

Speaking of the devil... Seran decided it was best to approach the dragon-blooded mercenary, now fully legitimized. It never hurt to greet your kin of trade, even if it was mercenaries.

"Ser Aerion, It is good to see you, and you have my most sincere congratulations. I only wished I had noticed you sooner. My felicitation to you aswell, sers" Seran said to the mercenary commander and then his troupe. The figure next to him shifted as she put a hand in her mouth, a giggle of levity escaping amidst the celebrations.

"Tainted food is a formidable enemy, ser Aerion. My brother should know better than pick his fights." Lysara added, as she let out the poisoned dart fly towards her own brother. Even if she understood what he had done and why, she still wanted to return the last barbed comment he had made towards her. "I hope Lady Amber gets better." She added, a touch of concern trying to cover up her more stiff brother's compliment.

When the servants both approached her brother and Ser Aerion Lysara couldn't help but bit her lip. Concern? Jealousy? Seran would never know, but his sister firmly tugged his arm as he tried to follow the servants after excusing himself. He understood the message as he whispered back in her ear.

"I don't think I can take you to that meeting, Lysara." He curtly, and carefully answer.

"Just watch, and follow my lead. Carry on walking." The younger sibling whispered back, as she tugged to his clothes, slumping somewhat as if she was a scared child. Seran frowned, but kept on with his march towards the meeting spot. Hey, that's not fair. Stop manipulating me so wantomly. He muttered under his breath as he approached the guards stationed outside the meeting room. They made an attempt to pry her sister out of her brother.

"No, don't go Brother." She added in a singsong, misery filled voice. "Stay with me." She added, and then... silence.

What, she doesn't want me to go to...OH! I see. It's my cue! Seran quickly puzzled out before adding. "Sorry about that, but it seems my sister is reluctant to part with me right now...Much has happened... can something be arranged about this?" Seran puzzled through, and after some exchange and sweet talking, both siblings went through, even when only one had been called.

That was damn sneaky, sister. Seran thought to himself, as he quickly bowed and apologized to the present people. "Sorry about this, your Grace...but my sister Lysara doesn't want to part with me at all after these events. I suppose... well, given the circumstances..." Seran of Lys tried to piece some kind of excuse, but he didn't know what to see. She's beatiful and a deadly spider that seduces men? That's not going to flow through.

"I am sorry your Grace and Lords." She added, pulling her hood back in a brisk motion, her long silver locks flying wildly as if an invitation to look into her features. The blood of Valyria and the charms of the Lady of Lys were strong in her factions and figure, and Seran himself thought that if there was any kind of Lyseni who could steal a Targayen's heart, that would be anyone who looked like Lysara. "Pardon my interruption, but I really appreciate all you have done for my brother. I... do not wish to be a burden. I can also be useful aswell. I do know how to dance, and entertain aswell. And some healing." Lysara said, trying her best to make her pitch.

It's time to take a gamble. She thought to herself as she tried to steel herself and appear as modest and humble, yet charming as possible. This was her act of a lifetime.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@AtomicNut The last line of the post says that the throne is open to recommendations for other agents they can use.

@MrDidact

Doesnt leave many options for staying in the court... I will have to bullshit something.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@AtomicNut Seran could always recommend his sister as someone whose services the throne could use.

@MrDidact

But I wonder if there's a good enough timing to do so. Wasn't he just called to meet up with some other leaders?

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Wonder if i can get an interlude post where everyone finds about Seran's sister and wishes to play with her bongos meet her.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

My little Snow is now a Greyjoy. *Weeps with joy* They grow up so fast.

@Greenie

She grew the beard there.

No wait, she grew the tentacles.

Uh, even worse...

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

And Seran has utterly failed to be noticed by higher ups. Great.

Edit: Nevermind. I saw the line.

After the End

<Snipped quote by AtomicNut>

Accepted. Where is everyone??

@Penguin

Coolio. I shall start a recruitment pitch, then (and thus butt heads with the Guard).

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

(collab with @Greenie)

If somebody told Taria she would be involved in a fight like this, she would not have believed them. However, here she was with both knives in her hands, hiding behind some stranger. Well, not really a stranger anymore, but that was just semantics. She usually ran away from this sort of thing, not like she was right now, running towards it. Well, she supposed she wasn't running right now either, it was more like a shuffle. She looked this way and that, trying to figure out what exactly these creatures were, but it was to no avail. All she could tell for sure wass that people were fighting them with all they had, amongst them perhaps even those who had been there eating with her. Yet here she was, skulking like a coward, unable to do anything.

That however changed when she spotted not just her aunt and cousins, but her father. He was all right then! Fighting yes, with a bow, as skillful as she had always thought he would be. Her pride and awe quickly changed to shock though, when she saw that he was just stabbed by one of those beasts.

"Father!" The word burst out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Her hands gripped tightly around her two knives, in rage and in shame. How could she just stand there doing nothing while her father was doing all he could, even though he was on the ground, now being attacked by yet another creature? No! She was not going to be that sort of person. Not anymore.

An unfamiliar cry escaped her as she bypassed Seran and his shield. Ignoring anyone else who came in her path, she rushed forward, faster than she had ever run. She lifted her knives high in the air as she reached her father's assailant. "Die!" she snarled, shoving both knives into the back of the creature covered in seaweed.

Seran started to breathe with difficulty. Here and there, the cuts and wounds were a constant reminder this was an ongoing battle, and the foul smell of gore and the fires in the battlefield numbed his nose quite fast. He gritted his teeth, knowing full he had to brace himself for the task before him, and with redouble efforts he keep lashing at the creatures, advancing with powerful steps each time one of the beings was repelled or felled. His march was interrumpted when he hear the otherworldy scream and the words of grief of the odd companion that he had at the time.

Running at a target screaming in top of the lungs was usually a mistake, no matter how one put it in. Probably, upon seeing the scene and her father being besieged by such, she had lost her wits in the battle frenzy.

Also was that the Commander of the Night's Watch?

He shook his head. Maybe it was none of his business, but he himself, understood fully well the need to protect his family. And the heartbreaking failure of failing to do so. "Damnit." He cursed under his breath as he followed Taria in her charge. While her attack had been fast, two stabs in the back weren't usually immediately lethal, and there was always the chance of retaliation.

Which was promptly cut short by the edge of his shield meeting the ugly creature's head, repeated times as well, with a dash of pommel hits from his other hand. It was far from the finest swordsmanship, and Seran himself wondered if he was felling more creatures with his shield and pommel than the actual blade, but it was throughout.

"You need to be more throughout. You never know with these things." He muttered, allowing himself a brief sentence in the middle of the battlefield. And of course, that was an invitation to be attacked. The blow came from his back, striking his sword arm and making him lose the blade. A sharp turn allowed him to turn the second, definite slash into a grazing blow, but the damage to the sword-arm had been noticeable.

Seran said no words, as he turned towards his opponent, an ugly slimy thing with a jagged curved blade made of strange sea materials.

Well, that's the sword arm for me. Move, damnit! He tried to no avail wake up the damaged limb from the pain as the other creature charged confidently. Seran's footwork allowed him to sidestep a thrust to the head, and his damaged, now naked arm, trapped the creature's elbow.

Got you He added, as he kept his grip with the elbow tight, his head tilting backwards, delivering a mighty headbutt in the creatures face, followed by a sharp kick in the waist, causing the nasty bastard to be disoriented.

He examined his arm. It was hurt and bleeding, but still somewhat functional. Picking up his sword, he looked at the creature once more, with the intention of resuming the fight.

Taria barely heard Seran, what with the din surrounding them. His words were true and it had probably been foolish of her to even attempt to fight. She would have to thank him later for helping her with the creature, if ever they met again, assuming they left this battle alive. Meanwhile, she focused on her father before her. As she helped him to a stand, she could feel the wetness of blood from where he'd been stabbed earlier. She was sure he had gotten worst injuries in his life, well, she hoped.

"I'm not much of a fighter," she muttered. She would have attempted to lead her father away, but that was when she saw realized that Seran's arm was hurt. Cussing under her breath, she let go of Theon and looked around hastily. Her knives were still in the creature she had stabbed, but she didn't move toward it. They were too small and useless, better for petty fight or defence. Instead, her eyes quickly spotted a shortsword by a felled soldier She ducked to the ground and grabbed it, quickly coming to a stand once more. She sidled forward, making sure the sword was up and between her and any potential enemy.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@MrDidact

Sorry I've gotten delayed :( Have been sick the entire week, first with the stomach flu and now with a cold and bad cough.

If @AtomicNut is fine with it, he can post what we have so far.

@Greenie

Ok. I was wondering...