Post by MAEKAR BLACKFYRE on Sept 20, 2017 17:07:05 GMT
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 | Blackfyre he fought like the warrior himself; --- On that day, nobody could stand before him. --- |
[attr="class","boneshatter3"]Prince Maekar stood upon the command deck of the only ship of the royal fleet that had been allowed to leave the harbour of King's Landing - what was left of the royal fleet anyway. It made sense that the Lord Hand wanted to preserve the strength left at his command. It also made sense to send the expendables. Maekar wasn't a proud man. He was cynical. For that very fact, he could appreciate the man's bluntness.
Gathering the twenty men required for this commando mission had been all kinds of difficult, however. The captain-general of the Golden Company left the ship's commander to sailing the sailless ship as it drifted through the dark waters of Blackwater Bay during the cover of night, hoping to not cross any Ironborn patrols. The Seaborn ruled these waves.
For the time being.
Maekar had not assembled the lost in order to retake Dragonstone. They had merely gathered to throw away their lives in order to become a light in the darkness. A bringer of information in the hours of blindness.
He stood not above these men. He stood with them. He addressed them face to face. "I grew up in a castle upon the shores of this bay. But I have never cared for the lords and ladies. I don't care for the Hand and I don't care for which Targaryen sits on the Iron Throne."
He turned away from the coast, pointing to the open sea instead. "Dragonstone is that way. We'll take two rowboats and penetrate the defenses of the Island. Let the Ironborn hold onto what they cannot hold onto for another month. Spread along the settlements on the coastline, gather any information about the hostages and Ironborn occupation you can."
At last, he turned to the crowd of men. There were soldiers of his own command. There were prisoners that had been sentenced to death, trying to avoid the executioner's blade. Even though all of them stood at the very moment, who would be left by the light of the early morning? The captain of the vessel would not wait for them.
They had two hours to row to the island. A couple of hours on the blasted rock in the dark sea. And two to row back.
"The only reason I'll have to come back for you is if you try to make a deal with the Ironborn. With any luck, they're still celebrating their victory. Drunk on wine and cowardly glory. Anyone that makes it back will be a free man with enough gold to make it out of King's Landing. That's the only promise I'm making."
If some had changed their mind, they could stay behind and return to King's Landing. The royal executioner would deal with them. Maekar only cared about moving forward. Sometimes men made mistakes. Sometimes they needed another chance to prove themselves.
"Water the boats."
Gathering the twenty men required for this commando mission had been all kinds of difficult, however. The captain-general of the Golden Company left the ship's commander to sailing the sailless ship as it drifted through the dark waters of Blackwater Bay during the cover of night, hoping to not cross any Ironborn patrols. The Seaborn ruled these waves.
For the time being.
Maekar had not assembled the lost in order to retake Dragonstone. They had merely gathered to throw away their lives in order to become a light in the darkness. A bringer of information in the hours of blindness.
He stood not above these men. He stood with them. He addressed them face to face. "I grew up in a castle upon the shores of this bay. But I have never cared for the lords and ladies. I don't care for the Hand and I don't care for which Targaryen sits on the Iron Throne."
He turned away from the coast, pointing to the open sea instead. "Dragonstone is that way. We'll take two rowboats and penetrate the defenses of the Island. Let the Ironborn hold onto what they cannot hold onto for another month. Spread along the settlements on the coastline, gather any information about the hostages and Ironborn occupation you can."
At last, he turned to the crowd of men. There were soldiers of his own command. There were prisoners that had been sentenced to death, trying to avoid the executioner's blade. Even though all of them stood at the very moment, who would be left by the light of the early morning? The captain of the vessel would not wait for them.
They had two hours to row to the island. A couple of hours on the blasted rock in the dark sea. And two to row back.
"The only reason I'll have to come back for you is if you try to make a deal with the Ironborn. With any luck, they're still celebrating their victory. Drunk on wine and cowardly glory. Anyone that makes it back will be a free man with enough gold to make it out of King's Landing. That's the only promise I'm making."
If some had changed their mind, they could stay behind and return to King's Landing. The royal executioner would deal with them. Maekar only cared about moving forward. Sometimes men made mistakes. Sometimes they needed another chance to prove themselves.
"Water the boats."
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