Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
Jaron will stay awake and talk to Harpy and Martin
The new part is halfway written. I am busy today, but I'll try my best to finish it as soon as possible. On another note, I'm currently thinking about a name for Act 2. The chapter names are already set and will be revealed together with the Act name very soon.
Today, I would like to give a shout-out to the story Stranded, written by the almost untaggable @1632699, aka mr.quality
Stranded is one of the newer stories here on this forum, but mr.quality already wrote a lot of great content for it. It is a very well-written story that definitely deserves more recognition. This story follows the passengers and crew of a passenger liner that get's into great danger, when a mysterious disease starts to spread aboard, alongside a lot of other problems. What I like especially are the tons of twists and turns in a very interesting setting, together with good characterization
Jaron
Jaron raised his head as he heard the door getting opened. He instantly regretted it as he felt his ribs. Even though was no medico… more, he knew he wasn't suppose to feel his ribs. A painful sigh forced it's way out of his throat. Fucking Butterfly and his fucking thugs! He had spent several of the last days asleep, sometimes with help of the milk of the poppy. How exactly was the Burned Man able to drink it like that?
“Jaron?”, a familiar voice asked, a soft, young voice. Ellena had been almost his only conversational partner during the last five days. The times he was awake, she had asked him all kinds of stuff. His life as a knight. His dreams and goals. She had sounded not too thrilled when he told her about his daily life. This was hardly the first time he had broken his arm, neither was he a stranger to broken ribs. Apparently she had hoped for tales of adventure and he could hardly blame her. After all, he had hoped for more gl… [view original content]
The Voting is closed!
Jaron will stay awake and talk to Harpy and Martin
The new part is halfway written. I am busy today, but I'll tr… morey my best to finish it as soon as possible. On another note, I'm currently thinking about a name for Act 2. The chapter names are already set and will be revealed together with the Act name very soon.
Today, I would like to give a shout-out to the story Stranded, written by the almost untaggable @1632699, aka mr.quality
Stranded is one of the newer stories here on this forum, but mr.quality already wrote a lot of great content for it. It is a very well-written story that definitely deserves more recognition. This story follows the passengers and crew of a passenger liner that get's into great danger, when a mysterious disease starts to spread aboard, alongside a lot of other problems. What I like especially are the tons of twists and turns in a very interesting setting, together with good characte… [view original content]
The Voting is closed!
Jaron will stay awake and talk to Harpy and Martin
The new part is halfway written. I am busy today, but I'll tr… morey my best to finish it as soon as possible. On another note, I'm currently thinking about a name for Act 2. The chapter names are already set and will be revealed together with the Act name very soon.
Today, I would like to give a shout-out to the story Stranded, written by the almost untaggable @1632699, aka mr.quality
Stranded is one of the newer stories here on this forum, but mr.quality already wrote a lot of great content for it. It is a very well-written story that definitely deserves more recognition. This story follows the passengers and crew of a passenger liner that get's into great danger, when a mysterious disease starts to spread aboard, alongside a lot of other problems. What I like especially are the tons of twists and turns in a very interesting setting, together with good characte… [view original content]
But thank you very much. Even though I'm very objectively spoken nowhere nearly as good as the great bearded glacier, I feel very happy right now. Quality-wise it's marginally comparable at best, in my opinion. On a positive side, I probably write a tiny bit faster than George does.
And I guess now would be the right time to admit that I've read your story and really like it. I also want to join, but haven't found the time to submit my characters so far. Maybe I'll find time either today or on the weekend.
Liquid this story is amazing so far, it's even comparable to song of ice and fire!
Btw, if you could give my story a shot it would be gre… moreatly appreciated. It could use some more voters and readers.
http://www.telltalegames.com/community/discussion/91686/at-any-cost-new-interactive-fanfic?new=1
it's even comparable to song of ice and fire!
Now you flatter me XD
But thank you very much. Even though I'm very objectively… more spoken nowhere nearly as good as the great bearded glacier, I feel very happy right now. Quality-wise it's marginally comparable at best, in my opinion. On a positive side, I probably write a tiny bit faster than George does.
And I guess now would be the right time to admit that I've read your story and really like it. I also want to join, but haven't found the time to submit my characters so far. Maybe I'll find time either today or on the weekend.
To be honest, when I started reading interactive fanfictions here several months ago, I never thought it would get this big, or that I would write one myself one day. But I'm very happy that these interactive fanfictions are still a thing on this forum and apparently going better than ever, with plenty new fanfictions getting started every month
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direwolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a cold glare, which seemed to be enough for Ser Aldrik to get the hint. He said nothing, just started to walk the path that lead to the Dyre Den, his direwolf next to him. The old castle towered on the cliffs above her, it's three crooked towers giving it a derelict appearance. The path itself was narrow, spiral and seemed to lead in a huge bow around the castle, up to the cliff. Before she could start to walk herself, one of the guards grabbed her arm and started to drag her with him.
Irving walked next to her, up to the cliffs. Apparently no guard was needed to force him up the way. Gregar made up for this, since it took two men to drag him up. “So... do you have a plan? I mean, I don't want to sound pessimistic here, but if you don't have a plan...”, Irving started, but Maya silenced him with a handwave. “Irving... Can you just shut up please?”, she asked. She had to think. Yes, she was armed. She wasn't a bad fighter. But it was her experience that told her that she had no chance against a knight in full armour. Ser Aldrik slowed down, so that she was able to catch up to him. He gave her a friendly smile. “I guarantee your safety, Ambassador”, he promised. Maya gave him a frown. He wasn't Lord Brune, just a mercenary posing as a knight. He couldn't guarantee shit.
“You see, there is nothing of danger in Dyre Den. Lord Brune is a just man”, Aldrik continued, which spawned a mocking giggle from Gregar. “You're trying to convince yourself, aren't you, Wolver? The Lord Brune I know is a resentful, whiny bitch”, he growled, followed by a pained sigh as one of the guards punched him in the face. Ser Aldrik gave both of them a short glare, before looking at Maya again. “Lord Brune is a just man”, he repeated, but Maya noticed that he didn't sound too sure himself. With a handwave, he pointed down at the Valley. “I'm living here for six years now, first in service to House Crabb, now in service to House Brune and this sight still amazes me. They don't have valleys like this in the north. The nature is lovely...”, he explained.
Maya did him the favour and looked down to the valley, a densely forested and foggy area. It had a certain beauty to it, Maya had to admit. But it also seemed cold, hostile and dangerous. She preferred the rugged and rocky hills of the Vale, where she was able to see possible dangers miles away. In these forests, anything could hide. Armies. Monsters. Worse. A squishing sound, followed by a muffled sigh disturbed her thoughts and made her look to Irving, who made a sour face. When he met her stare, he gave her an annoyed shrug.
“I stepped into nature...”, he moaned
As they came closer, the Dyre Den looked even more pathetic than from afar. At least one of the towers didn't look inhabitable. Two guards stood on the walls above the front gate, but they didn't even bothered with sounding a horn for the approaching guests. Maya noticed the less than terrible equipment. They didn't even wear armour! What guard has no armour? If it weren't for the banner of House Brune, waving above every tower, she would have assumed that this were common bandits. The only person who looked even remotely dangerous was Ser Aldrik. How did Brune even manage pay a man like him? Still, the men on the walls had bows and short swords. Even an inexperienced fighter could kill someone with a sword.
Two guards, clad in worn-down leather, gave Ser Aldrik a nod as he entered the courtyard. “Send word to Lord Brune! Maya Iresons, Ambassador of Runestone is honouring us with her presence!”, he ordered with a sharp tone in his voice. Yes, he was mocking her, wasn't he? Nobody could stay that calm and friendly while basically taking her hostage! But here he was, combining the chivalry of a knight with the ruthlessness of a kidnapper. He smiled at her, while she only gave him a furious look. “After you, Ambassador”, he said, pointing towards the so-called great hall of the Dyre Den. It resided directly on the cliff, right between two towers, one of it being in almost remarkably good shape, the other one looking dangerously crooked. The hall itself was taller than most houses in Gulltown, she had to admit that. But it was smaller than the smallest piss chamber in Runestone. From the amount of people stationed at the courtyard, Maya calculated that the Dyre Den was home to thirty or forty people. Not many, but more than enough to keep her her against her will...
Wolvers men grabbed Gregar and Irving, who protested with loud and panicked screams and dragged them off to the crooked tower, while Maya looked at Wolver. “They will be brought to one of our holding cells as long as you talk to Lord Brune. Nothing will happen to them and I will make sure that they are treated with kindness”, he promised and part of Maya believed him, or at least wanted to believe him.
The doors to the great hall opened with a loud creak. Behind them lay a dimly lit room, barely enough to hold thirty men. Lord Brune was one of the more powerful lords of Crackclaw Point, able to levy an army of several hundred men from his smallfolk, but his hall implied something else. Two small fireplaces were enough to make it more than just uncomfortably warm and Maya had the urge to put her cloak down. But she wouldn't allow herself this weakness. The cloak was given to her for a reason. Without it she would feel naked in this hall.
The lord of Dyre Den sat in the middle of the room, on a large chair that was barely able to hold him. Trymon Brune was fat enough to made her wonder how a petty lord could get that large. He was old, possibly three times her age, with full, grey hair and a puffy face with a prominent chin. And he was remarkably well-clothed, wearing something that could be blue myrish silk. In his left hand he was holding a cup of wine. And he was smiling as he saw her. “Ser Aldrik, what have you brought me here?”, he giggled, standing up from his chair with considerable effort. She didn't like his smile. Why could she never meet someone whose smile she actually liked? But while the Bronze Lords smile was completely insincere, reminding her of daggers, Lord Brune's smile was more befitting to something large and predatory. His brown eyes looked similarly ravenous and, yes, he licked his lips. Ser Aldrik gave her a nod and she took a step forwards. She knew men like Brune. It was important to leave a certain first impression. To show him that she was not afraid.
“Lord Brune, my name is Maya Iresons, Ambassador of...”, she started but was cut off when he took a step forward, uncomfortably close to her. “Runestone”, he finished her sentence. “Maya Iresons, Ambassador of Runestone. I don't need to see that cloak to see what you are” His voice was hoarsy and he reeked of sweat. With a small grin he put a small sheet of paper out of a small pocket on his belt and moved even closer, until he almost whispered in Mayas ear
“A letter. From the venerable Lord Orson Royce of Runestone. In his kindest words, he asks me to give you the hospitality you deserve and to give you an escort of ten men until you leave Crackclaw Point”, he whispered, but suddenly he started to get louder. “He asked me! Me! As if I was one of his playing pieces!”, he shouted and his voice smarted in her ears. She resisted the urge to step back and didn't even flinch as he grabbed her right shoulder. “He sounded as if we were old friends. As if he wasn't the one who gave me no other option but to sell my daughter to Crabb!”, he growled. “I wanted to wed her to this Tollett boy, but he...” Brune interrupted himself, breathing heavily and looking at Maya with furious anger. “And now he kindly asks of me to give you the hospitality you deserve...”
Maya finally gave in to the urge and attempted to step back, but Brune was quicker. He grabbed both of her shoulders and looked her directly into the face. “Tell me, why are you here, bitch? What does the Bronze Lord want from you that you travel here, to my lands?”, he hissed.
What should she say now? She couldn't just speak about this to Brune. He was a Riverlord. He would probably tell it to his king. Or he would use this knowledge for himself. Maybe he would even sell it to the Storm King. What should she...
Without warning Lord Brune grabbed her and pulled her closer. “You don't want to talk, do you?”, he whispered. “You're quite pretty... I'm sure we can work out a deal. You can keep your secrets. If you behave, you can keep your friends. And you can keep your beauty. I will even oblige to Royce's wishes, especially after the Bronze Lord sent me such a pretty gift” The way he licked his lips made her shiver. No! Not like this! Brune let go of her right shoulder and touched her hip, exactly where her dagger has been before she gave it to Ser Aldrik. The mercenary knight used this moment to clear his throat. “Mylord Brune, you can't mean to...”, he started to protest but was cut off by Brune. “Am I speaking to you, Wolf? Why don't you go, bring the rest of Royce's men some piss to drink?” His hand slipped down, grabbing her bum, just as Mayas free hand grabbed the dagger. She felt a sudden flash of rage, deep almost primal rage, at this man who would rape her if she didn't stop him and at Orson Royce, who provoked this with his letter. Oh yes, especially at Orson Royce. Brune hadn't noticed her second dagger. One small stab and it would be over. Yes, she had to stop him. But some part of her asked herself, if stabbing a lord would be the wisest option. And the other part asked herself it she even cared about this.
She looked in his lecherous eyes as he squeezed her bum and in that moment she knew that she did not care.
[Stab him][Slap him]
Lucas
Lunett clapped her hands in excitement. “This is it, isn't it?”, she squealed in joy, looking down on the hulking giant of a city below her, illuminated by the setting sun. Lucas gave her a smile. “Looks like it, right?”, he answered. In the past five days, Lunetts behaviour got increasingly more excited the closer they got to the city, increasingly more lively, gleaming with happiness.
Lucas on the other hand didn't share her excitement. He had never been to Oldtown himself and wasn't impressed. He had seen the Free Cities of Pentos, Volantis and Myr, and Oldtown couldn't compete with them. Sure, it was larger, even larger than Volantis. But it was way uglier. It lacked the lavish pomp of Pentos, the fine elegance of Myr and the venerable grandeur of Volantis. Instead it was crowded with three or four-story buildings, crammed with people. From the hill the three were standing on, only a handful of buildings stood out from the rest and managed to impress him. One of them was the Hightower, easily the tallest building Lucas had ever seen. It was a gloomy day and the top of the tower reached the clouds. Not far away from it was the Starry Sept, seat of the Faith, with black marble walls and arched windows. And behind it, the Citadel could be seen, a complex of towers and buildings, connected by huge stone bridges, themselves full of houses for the Maesters. Dairon was somewhere down there, maybe wandering the streets of the city, maybe sitting in a chamber in the citadel. Or perhaps he lay in the gutters, robbed, his throat cut from ear to ear. Oldtown was a dangerous city. Leonard had been there a few times already and had little good to say about it. According to him, it was a city full of thieves, killers and whores, a city that corrupted good and honest men, if it didn't kill them first. Needless to say, Lucas wasn't looking forward for this. He was a knight and not even in his lowest days had he resolved to dishonourable behaviour. Even though the Gutters were no honourable people, he was able to do good things while working with them. And now he might be forced to resolve to dishonourable acts to find Dairon. He had no problem in working with thieves, killers and whores. Some people deserved second chances. But he had principles he wasn't willing to abandon for this search, no matter what.
He looked at Lunett, who was smiling at the city below her and asked himself, not for the first time in the past weeks, if bringing her here has been the wisest decision. At least Leonard was here. Surprisingly, the knight had made no advances on Lunett, even though she seemed to fancy him. Instead, he was watching over her, protecting almost like a brother would. And Lucas noticed that right now, Leonard was worried as he saw Lunett's exuberant joy. But as long as Leonard was at her side, Lucas had no doubt that Lunett would be safe.
It took them another hour to get into the city. A long line of peasants tried to enter the city, even at this late hour and the city guard apparently took their work serious. This was probably one of the things Lucas had conflicted feelings for. On the one hand, he was looking forward to see the city guard working. They must have tremendous experience, serving in a city as huge as this. Raylansfairs city guard had three dozen members. Lucas knew them and while they were good people, Raylansfair was a very safe town. There were no high standards required to join the city guard. A few of them, among them the commander, were very competent, but Lucas knew that most of them would flinch when facing real danger. But he had also encountered the city guard of Volantis, who only served the powerful, he had encountered the city guard of Pentos, who was little more than a private army for the magisters, he had encountered the overzealous city guard of Qohor, consisting entirely of religious lunatics. And he had encountered the city guard of Tyrosh, consisting mostly of corrupt thugs who served anyone who gave them the money. From his experience, large cities tended to have corrupt watchmen and even corrupter people in charge. He had little doubt that Oldtown was similar. But he was willing to give the guards here a chance.
A small and slightly bored looking man, armed with a breastplate and helmet with the sigil of Oldtown greeted them with a nod. “Name and Reason?”, he asked. Lucas gave him his most polite smile. “My name is Ser Lucas Flowers, my companions are Ser Leonard Constantine and Lunett Kawl, niece of...”, he started, before looking at Lunett for help. He had never asked her the name of her uncle. From what she told, he wasn't very high-ranking, but connected and able to help finding Dairon. Lunett put on her most charming smile and looked at the guard. “My uncle is Thomas Kawl. He is a member of the city guard”, she explained. The man gave her a nod. “Never heard of him, but then again, there are three thousand men working in the city watch. You should go to the Hightower if you look for someone particular”, he explained, before giving them a wink to enter the city. Lunett made a little excited jump and the guard rolled his eyes, before grabbing Lucas arm. “Take good care of that girl. She seems to be excited to be here”, he said. Lucas gave him a nod. “She is”, he answered, watching as Lunett and Leonard entered the city.
The guard shook his head. “She shouldn't. There's a war going on”, he answered ominously. Lucas raised his eyebrows. A war in Oldtown? He had heard of such things, street gangs flocking together, fighting over territory and power. It was common in some of the poorer districts in all of the free cities, except in Qohor where the citizens were too afraid of the city guard to try anything like that. Usually it was a sign that the city was in a bad situation.
“Two criminals, Butterfly and the Burned Man, fighting against each other. People are dying because of them every day. The Burned Man tries to appear like a philanthropist, who gives work to homeless children. However, this work includes spying, stealing, even killing for him. Butterfly styles himself as a vigilante, targeting criminals, but that does not mean much in a city that's full of criminals”, the guard explained. Lucas sighed. “Sounds great...”, he muttered, which made the guard chuckle. “Yeah, walk a mile in my shoes and say that again”, he grinned, before looking serious again. “When you go to the Hightower, don't take the girl with you. Mullendore might see her”, he warned him. Lucas looked at him slightly confused. “Mullendore?”
“Ser Maron Mullendore. He is not the commander of the city guard, he is an independent, but with authority. Friend of the Lord Hightowers eldest son. And tasked with bringing these criminals down. He has a strong dislike for Butterfly, but currently concentrates on the Burned Man, who he deems the bigger threat. And he has a liking for young girls, but it wasn't me who told you that”, the guard said. Lucas gulped but gave him a nod. Someone independent tasked with bringing these men down? Things must truly be dire then.
He caught up to Leonard and Lunett a few metres behind the gate. Lunett looked over to the Tower, visible from every point in Oldtown. “Gods... can we... can we go there? I've never seen something that tall...”, she asked in amazement. Lucas gave her a smile, but Leonard shook his head. “No way Lun”, he said. “First we need to talk to your uncle. Thomas, wasn't it?” Lunett's smile almost faded and Lucas noticed that she seemed to be uncertain what to say for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, but not before Leonard noticed it too.
“Lunett...”, he said with emphasis. She gulped, giving Lucas and Leonard apologizing looks. “Well... about my uncle... it's a bit complicated. His name might not be Thomas and he might not be a guardsman. Or in Oldtown. Maybe I don't even have an uncle...”, she stuttered. Leonard gave Lucas a furious glare and threw his hands in the air. “You tricked us!”, he shouted and Lunett took a step back. “You fucking tricked us!”
Lucas saw the tears in her eyes as she backed off, looking at the furious Leonard. “I... I am sorry, I really am”, she mumbled. “But I couldn't take it anymore at the inn. Every day the same routine. Serving some drunkards. Playing the harp. Cass teaching us lessons. Some more drunkards in the evening. I am young and I want to see the world. Oldtown and the Hightower. The Eyrie at night. The Free Cities. The Summer Isles. The Wall. I don't want to spend the rest of my lives at this inn. I'm sorry, I know I screwed up. I did a mistake and now you're hating me”, she explained, tears running down her pretty face. Leonard shook his head in anger. Lucas knew, the knight hated being lied to. He himself wasn't fond of that either, but he could understand Lunett and was almost willing to console her. Still... taking her with them slowed them down. And she tricked them...
To be honest, when I started reading interactive fanfictions here several months ago, I never thought it would get this big, or that I would… more write one myself one day. But I'm very happy that these interactive fanfictions are still a thing on this forum and apparently going better than ever, with plenty new fanfictions getting started every month
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direw… moreolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a c… [view original content]
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[Stay awake and talk] I think Jaron has slept enough the past few days.
Ha
So true xD
[Stay awake and talk to Martin and Harpy]
Awesome Chapter!!!
[Stay awake and talk to Martin and Harpy] Better get our bearing straight about the city and know about The Burned Man's plans
[Stay awake and talk to Martin and Harpy]
[Go to sleep] Let those two kids have there fun. Jaron is a man who dislikes fun.
Stay awake
[Stay awake] because I'm a cool kid who should hop on then bandwagon!
Bro how do you plan on introducing all these characters lol?
The story is supposed to be huge and get's even huger, so there's plenty of opportunity to introduce them and more.
This must be a pain to write. On the other hand this gives you an abundant supply of characters to use.
This wait is unbearable. Like, I can't wait to see my characters, but there has been some hit of them.
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[Stay awake and talk to Martin and Harpy]
The Voting is closed!
Jaron will stay awake and talk to Harpy and Martin
The new part is halfway written. I am busy today, but I'll try my best to finish it as soon as possible. On another note, I'm currently thinking about a name for Act 2. The chapter names are already set and will be revealed together with the Act name very soon.
Today, I would like to give a shout-out to the story Stranded, written by the almost untaggable @1632699, aka mr.quality
Stranded is one of the newer stories here on this forum, but mr.quality already wrote a lot of great content for it. It is a very well-written story that definitely deserves more recognition. This story follows the passengers and crew of a passenger liner that get's into great danger, when a mysterious disease starts to spread aboard, alongside a lot of other problems. What I like especially are the tons of twists and turns in a very interesting setting, together with good characterization
Of course, it can always use more readers, voters and new characters and if you want to join, you should check it out here: http://www.telltalegames.com/community/discussion/89877/stranded-interactive-story
( stay awake and talk to Martin and Harpy )
You could say that this story is written by a man who knows quality like it is his own name.
Puns
Thanks!
Liquid this story is amazing so far, it's even comparable to song of ice and fire!
Btw, if you could give my story a shot it would be greatly appreciated. It could use some more voters and readers.
http://www.telltalegames.com/community/discussion/91686/at-any-cost-new-interactive-fanfic?new=1
Now you flatter me XD
But thank you very much. Even though I'm very objectively spoken nowhere nearly as good as the great bearded glacier, I feel very happy right now. Quality-wise it's marginally comparable at best, in my opinion. On a positive side, I probably write a tiny bit faster than George does.
And I guess now would be the right time to admit that I've read your story and really like it. I also want to join, but haven't found the time to submit my characters so far. Maybe I'll find time either today or on the weekend.
Aw I'm glad I could make you feel that way! And also take your time with At Any Cost, no rush
I read Se Virlino Toilet. XD
Wow, someone has submitted an ancestor of the Dolorous Edd
3 :P
It's interesting that this trend is still going. I didn't expect it to last as long as it has.
To be honest, when I started reading interactive fanfictions here several months ago, I never thought it would get this big, or that I would write one myself one day. But I'm very happy that these interactive fanfictions are still a thing on this forum and apparently going better than ever, with plenty new fanfictions getting started every month
Maya
She gave Ser Aldrik her most furious look. He didn't even flinch. “Don't make this any worse, Ambassador”, he said softly. His direwolf started to growl at Gregar, who almost looked like he wanted to growl back. Irving shivered and Maya was almost sure that he was about to piss himself. Finally, she sighed and put her hand under her cloak, pulling out one of her daggers, before handing it to Ser Aldrik. It was the dagger with the sigil of Runestone on it and Aldrik looked at it with admiration. “This is a fine weapon, Ambassador. I'll make sure that nothing happens to it”, he said and Maya wasn't sure if he was mocking her or if he genuinely tried to be friendly. “This is all?”, he asked. She gave him a nod. She wouldn't speak to this mercenary knight more than she had to. “Very well, Ambassador”, Aldrik said, before presenting his arm, as if he was expecting that she would link arms with him like a proper lady. Maya gave him only a cold glare, which seemed to be enough for Ser Aldrik to get the hint. He said nothing, just started to walk the path that lead to the Dyre Den, his direwolf next to him. The old castle towered on the cliffs above her, it's three crooked towers giving it a derelict appearance. The path itself was narrow, spiral and seemed to lead in a huge bow around the castle, up to the cliff. Before she could start to walk herself, one of the guards grabbed her arm and started to drag her with him.
Irving walked next to her, up to the cliffs. Apparently no guard was needed to force him up the way. Gregar made up for this, since it took two men to drag him up. “So... do you have a plan? I mean, I don't want to sound pessimistic here, but if you don't have a plan...”, Irving started, but Maya silenced him with a handwave. “Irving... Can you just shut up please?”, she asked. She had to think. Yes, she was armed. She wasn't a bad fighter. But it was her experience that told her that she had no chance against a knight in full armour. Ser Aldrik slowed down, so that she was able to catch up to him. He gave her a friendly smile. “I guarantee your safety, Ambassador”, he promised. Maya gave him a frown. He wasn't Lord Brune, just a mercenary posing as a knight. He couldn't guarantee shit.
“You see, there is nothing of danger in Dyre Den. Lord Brune is a just man”, Aldrik continued, which spawned a mocking giggle from Gregar. “You're trying to convince yourself, aren't you, Wolver? The Lord Brune I know is a resentful, whiny bitch”, he growled, followed by a pained sigh as one of the guards punched him in the face. Ser Aldrik gave both of them a short glare, before looking at Maya again. “Lord Brune is a just man”, he repeated, but Maya noticed that he didn't sound too sure himself. With a handwave, he pointed down at the Valley. “I'm living here for six years now, first in service to House Crabb, now in service to House Brune and this sight still amazes me. They don't have valleys like this in the north. The nature is lovely...”, he explained.
Maya did him the favour and looked down to the valley, a densely forested and foggy area. It had a certain beauty to it, Maya had to admit. But it also seemed cold, hostile and dangerous. She preferred the rugged and rocky hills of the Vale, where she was able to see possible dangers miles away. In these forests, anything could hide. Armies. Monsters. Worse. A squishing sound, followed by a muffled sigh disturbed her thoughts and made her look to Irving, who made a sour face. When he met her stare, he gave her an annoyed shrug.
“I stepped into nature...”, he moaned
As they came closer, the Dyre Den looked even more pathetic than from afar. At least one of the towers didn't look inhabitable. Two guards stood on the walls above the front gate, but they didn't even bothered with sounding a horn for the approaching guests. Maya noticed the less than terrible equipment. They didn't even wear armour! What guard has no armour? If it weren't for the banner of House Brune, waving above every tower, she would have assumed that this were common bandits. The only person who looked even remotely dangerous was Ser Aldrik. How did Brune even manage pay a man like him? Still, the men on the walls had bows and short swords. Even an inexperienced fighter could kill someone with a sword.
Two guards, clad in worn-down leather, gave Ser Aldrik a nod as he entered the courtyard. “Send word to Lord Brune! Maya Iresons, Ambassador of Runestone is honouring us with her presence!”, he ordered with a sharp tone in his voice. Yes, he was mocking her, wasn't he? Nobody could stay that calm and friendly while basically taking her hostage! But here he was, combining the chivalry of a knight with the ruthlessness of a kidnapper. He smiled at her, while she only gave him a furious look. “After you, Ambassador”, he said, pointing towards the so-called great hall of the Dyre Den. It resided directly on the cliff, right between two towers, one of it being in almost remarkably good shape, the other one looking dangerously crooked. The hall itself was taller than most houses in Gulltown, she had to admit that. But it was smaller than the smallest piss chamber in Runestone. From the amount of people stationed at the courtyard, Maya calculated that the Dyre Den was home to thirty or forty people. Not many, but more than enough to keep her her against her will...
Wolvers men grabbed Gregar and Irving, who protested with loud and panicked screams and dragged them off to the crooked tower, while Maya looked at Wolver. “They will be brought to one of our holding cells as long as you talk to Lord Brune. Nothing will happen to them and I will make sure that they are treated with kindness”, he promised and part of Maya believed him, or at least wanted to believe him.
The doors to the great hall opened with a loud creak. Behind them lay a dimly lit room, barely enough to hold thirty men. Lord Brune was one of the more powerful lords of Crackclaw Point, able to levy an army of several hundred men from his smallfolk, but his hall implied something else. Two small fireplaces were enough to make it more than just uncomfortably warm and Maya had the urge to put her cloak down. But she wouldn't allow herself this weakness. The cloak was given to her for a reason. Without it she would feel naked in this hall.
The lord of Dyre Den sat in the middle of the room, on a large chair that was barely able to hold him. Trymon Brune was fat enough to made her wonder how a petty lord could get that large. He was old, possibly three times her age, with full, grey hair and a puffy face with a prominent chin. And he was remarkably well-clothed, wearing something that could be blue myrish silk. In his left hand he was holding a cup of wine. And he was smiling as he saw her. “Ser Aldrik, what have you brought me here?”, he giggled, standing up from his chair with considerable effort. She didn't like his smile. Why could she never meet someone whose smile she actually liked? But while the Bronze Lords smile was completely insincere, reminding her of daggers, Lord Brune's smile was more befitting to something large and predatory. His brown eyes looked similarly ravenous and, yes, he licked his lips. Ser Aldrik gave her a nod and she took a step forwards. She knew men like Brune. It was important to leave a certain first impression. To show him that she was not afraid.
“Lord Brune, my name is Maya Iresons, Ambassador of...”, she started but was cut off when he took a step forward, uncomfortably close to her. “Runestone”, he finished her sentence. “Maya Iresons, Ambassador of Runestone. I don't need to see that cloak to see what you are” His voice was hoarsy and he reeked of sweat. With a small grin he put a small sheet of paper out of a small pocket on his belt and moved even closer, until he almost whispered in Mayas ear
“A letter. From the venerable Lord Orson Royce of Runestone. In his kindest words, he asks me to give you the hospitality you deserve and to give you an escort of ten men until you leave Crackclaw Point”, he whispered, but suddenly he started to get louder. “He asked me! Me! As if I was one of his playing pieces!”, he shouted and his voice smarted in her ears. She resisted the urge to step back and didn't even flinch as he grabbed her right shoulder. “He sounded as if we were old friends. As if he wasn't the one who gave me no other option but to sell my daughter to Crabb!”, he growled. “I wanted to wed her to this Tollett boy, but he...” Brune interrupted himself, breathing heavily and looking at Maya with furious anger. “And now he kindly asks of me to give you the hospitality you deserve...”
Maya finally gave in to the urge and attempted to step back, but Brune was quicker. He grabbed both of her shoulders and looked her directly into the face. “Tell me, why are you here, bitch? What does the Bronze Lord want from you that you travel here, to my lands?”, he hissed.
What should she say now? She couldn't just speak about this to Brune. He was a Riverlord. He would probably tell it to his king. Or he would use this knowledge for himself. Maybe he would even sell it to the Storm King. What should she...
Without warning Lord Brune grabbed her and pulled her closer. “You don't want to talk, do you?”, he whispered. “You're quite pretty... I'm sure we can work out a deal. You can keep your secrets. If you behave, you can keep your friends. And you can keep your beauty. I will even oblige to Royce's wishes, especially after the Bronze Lord sent me such a pretty gift” The way he licked his lips made her shiver. No! Not like this! Brune let go of her right shoulder and touched her hip, exactly where her dagger has been before she gave it to Ser Aldrik. The mercenary knight used this moment to clear his throat. “Mylord Brune, you can't mean to...”, he started to protest but was cut off by Brune. “Am I speaking to you, Wolf? Why don't you go, bring the rest of Royce's men some piss to drink?” His hand slipped down, grabbing her bum, just as Mayas free hand grabbed the dagger. She felt a sudden flash of rage, deep almost primal rage, at this man who would rape her if she didn't stop him and at Orson Royce, who provoked this with his letter. Oh yes, especially at Orson Royce. Brune hadn't noticed her second dagger. One small stab and it would be over. Yes, she had to stop him. But some part of her asked herself, if stabbing a lord would be the wisest option. And the other part asked herself it she even cared about this.
She looked in his lecherous eyes as he squeezed her bum and in that moment she knew that she did not care.
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Lucas
Lunett clapped her hands in excitement. “This is it, isn't it?”, she squealed in joy, looking down on the hulking giant of a city below her, illuminated by the setting sun. Lucas gave her a smile. “Looks like it, right?”, he answered. In the past five days, Lunetts behaviour got increasingly more excited the closer they got to the city, increasingly more lively, gleaming with happiness.
Lucas on the other hand didn't share her excitement. He had never been to Oldtown himself and wasn't impressed. He had seen the Free Cities of Pentos, Volantis and Myr, and Oldtown couldn't compete with them. Sure, it was larger, even larger than Volantis. But it was way uglier. It lacked the lavish pomp of Pentos, the fine elegance of Myr and the venerable grandeur of Volantis. Instead it was crowded with three or four-story buildings, crammed with people. From the hill the three were standing on, only a handful of buildings stood out from the rest and managed to impress him. One of them was the Hightower, easily the tallest building Lucas had ever seen. It was a gloomy day and the top of the tower reached the clouds. Not far away from it was the Starry Sept, seat of the Faith, with black marble walls and arched windows. And behind it, the Citadel could be seen, a complex of towers and buildings, connected by huge stone bridges, themselves full of houses for the Maesters. Dairon was somewhere down there, maybe wandering the streets of the city, maybe sitting in a chamber in the citadel. Or perhaps he lay in the gutters, robbed, his throat cut from ear to ear. Oldtown was a dangerous city. Leonard had been there a few times already and had little good to say about it. According to him, it was a city full of thieves, killers and whores, a city that corrupted good and honest men, if it didn't kill them first. Needless to say, Lucas wasn't looking forward for this. He was a knight and not even in his lowest days had he resolved to dishonourable behaviour. Even though the Gutters were no honourable people, he was able to do good things while working with them. And now he might be forced to resolve to dishonourable acts to find Dairon. He had no problem in working with thieves, killers and whores. Some people deserved second chances. But he had principles he wasn't willing to abandon for this search, no matter what.
He looked at Lunett, who was smiling at the city below her and asked himself, not for the first time in the past weeks, if bringing her here has been the wisest decision. At least Leonard was here. Surprisingly, the knight had made no advances on Lunett, even though she seemed to fancy him. Instead, he was watching over her, protecting almost like a brother would. And Lucas noticed that right now, Leonard was worried as he saw Lunett's exuberant joy. But as long as Leonard was at her side, Lucas had no doubt that Lunett would be safe.
It took them another hour to get into the city. A long line of peasants tried to enter the city, even at this late hour and the city guard apparently took their work serious. This was probably one of the things Lucas had conflicted feelings for. On the one hand, he was looking forward to see the city guard working. They must have tremendous experience, serving in a city as huge as this. Raylansfairs city guard had three dozen members. Lucas knew them and while they were good people, Raylansfair was a very safe town. There were no high standards required to join the city guard. A few of them, among them the commander, were very competent, but Lucas knew that most of them would flinch when facing real danger. But he had also encountered the city guard of Volantis, who only served the powerful, he had encountered the city guard of Pentos, who was little more than a private army for the magisters, he had encountered the overzealous city guard of Qohor, consisting entirely of religious lunatics. And he had encountered the city guard of Tyrosh, consisting mostly of corrupt thugs who served anyone who gave them the money. From his experience, large cities tended to have corrupt watchmen and even corrupter people in charge. He had little doubt that Oldtown was similar. But he was willing to give the guards here a chance.
A small and slightly bored looking man, armed with a breastplate and helmet with the sigil of Oldtown greeted them with a nod. “Name and Reason?”, he asked. Lucas gave him his most polite smile. “My name is Ser Lucas Flowers, my companions are Ser Leonard Constantine and Lunett Kawl, niece of...”, he started, before looking at Lunett for help. He had never asked her the name of her uncle. From what she told, he wasn't very high-ranking, but connected and able to help finding Dairon. Lunett put on her most charming smile and looked at the guard. “My uncle is Thomas Kawl. He is a member of the city guard”, she explained. The man gave her a nod. “Never heard of him, but then again, there are three thousand men working in the city watch. You should go to the Hightower if you look for someone particular”, he explained, before giving them a wink to enter the city. Lunett made a little excited jump and the guard rolled his eyes, before grabbing Lucas arm. “Take good care of that girl. She seems to be excited to be here”, he said. Lucas gave him a nod. “She is”, he answered, watching as Lunett and Leonard entered the city.
The guard shook his head. “She shouldn't. There's a war going on”, he answered ominously. Lucas raised his eyebrows. A war in Oldtown? He had heard of such things, street gangs flocking together, fighting over territory and power. It was common in some of the poorer districts in all of the free cities, except in Qohor where the citizens were too afraid of the city guard to try anything like that. Usually it was a sign that the city was in a bad situation.
“Two criminals, Butterfly and the Burned Man, fighting against each other. People are dying because of them every day. The Burned Man tries to appear like a philanthropist, who gives work to homeless children. However, this work includes spying, stealing, even killing for him. Butterfly styles himself as a vigilante, targeting criminals, but that does not mean much in a city that's full of criminals”, the guard explained. Lucas sighed. “Sounds great...”, he muttered, which made the guard chuckle. “Yeah, walk a mile in my shoes and say that again”, he grinned, before looking serious again. “When you go to the Hightower, don't take the girl with you. Mullendore might see her”, he warned him. Lucas looked at him slightly confused. “Mullendore?”
“Ser Maron Mullendore. He is not the commander of the city guard, he is an independent, but with authority. Friend of the Lord Hightowers eldest son. And tasked with bringing these criminals down. He has a strong dislike for Butterfly, but currently concentrates on the Burned Man, who he deems the bigger threat. And he has a liking for young girls, but it wasn't me who told you that”, the guard said. Lucas gulped but gave him a nod. Someone independent tasked with bringing these men down? Things must truly be dire then.
He caught up to Leonard and Lunett a few metres behind the gate. Lunett looked over to the Tower, visible from every point in Oldtown. “Gods... can we... can we go there? I've never seen something that tall...”, she asked in amazement. Lucas gave her a smile, but Leonard shook his head. “No way Lun”, he said. “First we need to talk to your uncle. Thomas, wasn't it?” Lunett's smile almost faded and Lucas noticed that she seemed to be uncertain what to say for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, but not before Leonard noticed it too.
“Lunett...”, he said with emphasis. She gulped, giving Lucas and Leonard apologizing looks. “Well... about my uncle... it's a bit complicated. His name might not be Thomas and he might not be a guardsman. Or in Oldtown. Maybe I don't even have an uncle...”, she stuttered. Leonard gave Lucas a furious glare and threw his hands in the air. “You tricked us!”, he shouted and Lunett took a step back. “You fucking tricked us!”
Lucas saw the tears in her eyes as she backed off, looking at the furious Leonard. “I... I am sorry, I really am”, she mumbled. “But I couldn't take it anymore at the inn. Every day the same routine. Serving some drunkards. Playing the harp. Cass teaching us lessons. Some more drunkards in the evening. I am young and I want to see the world. Oldtown and the Hightower. The Eyrie at night. The Free Cities. The Summer Isles. The Wall. I don't want to spend the rest of my lives at this inn. I'm sorry, I know I screwed up. I did a mistake and now you're hating me”, she explained, tears running down her pretty face. Leonard shook his head in anger. Lucas knew, the knight hated being lied to. He himself wasn't fond of that either, but he could understand Lunett and was almost willing to console her. Still... taking her with them slowed them down. And she tricked them...
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Well I'm glad people liked the idea so much.
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[Stab him] - fuck that guy.
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Great chapter!
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Very good parts, I really liked them.
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Awesome Chapter!!!
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[Slap him] No reason for us to die just yet
[Console her] come onn shes still young Im sure she didn't mean it