Fallout New Vegas: Blood & Fire
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A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to this little alternate take of my Game of Thrones/Fallout story. And let me be clear, this is not a rewrite! It was just an idea that wouldn't quit making noise in my head. With that out of the way, this story takes place in the Mojave/New Vegas setting where Aegon VI/Young Griff ends up being teleported into the Mojave, but we'll see how this chapter goes first. And just as a minor spoiler alert, Aegon will not be the Courier, I already have the Courier's character planned out, even if it is a tempting idea to make Aegon the Courier, but he may possibly be getting his own Pip-Boy as I have a couple of ideas of how one could work for Aegon.
But what am I doing talking? I suppose should get this show on the road shouldn't I? So, let's get it on the road!
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Pentos. Magister Illyrio Mopatis's house.
A young silver-gold haired boy aged seven and ten years stood in front of the portly magister of Pentos, Illyrio Mopatis.
"My boy, today you turn seven-and-ten years old. Do you know what that means?" asked the portly Pentosi magister.
The young man nodded and replied, "I am old enough to carry out my duty," he stated.
"And what is your duty?" asked Illyrio pointedly.
"To rule the Seven Kingdoms," replied the young man.
"And why must you?"
"Because it is not my right, it is my duty."
Illyrio nodded in approval before saying, "My lad, I've watched you grow from a tiny baby to the fine man you are today," he said slowly with a hint of almost fatherly pride in his voice. "Unlike those who have stolen the Iron Throne or believe it their right, you have been taught differently," he declared.
"You've been given the finest tutelage a boy could ever ask for. A wise young scholar who speaks several tongues, a fierce and noble warrior skilled at arms as befits a knight and taught the mysteries of the Faith of the Seven. Someone who knows how to hunt, fish and forage and be self-sufficient, as well as knows how to mend both wounds and clothes and even smith arms and armour," Illyrio went on to say.
"So today, I am presenting to you a few gifts," Illyrio announced and some servants came in bearing a chest. The servants placed the chest in front of the young man who looked at it curiously. Seeing the boy's curiosity, Illyrio said to him, "Inside are a few treasures that you can make use of. Open it," he said.
The young opened the chest and his eyes widened and saw what was inside the chest. Inside the chest was a suit of red & black leather and chainmail armour, a goldenheart bow with a quiver of yard long arrows, a small drawstring bag of gold and a sword. The sword was of interest to the boy; the hilt and crossguard were of dark metal and set in pommel was a smooth round ruby the size of a pigeon's egg. The sword was currently sheathed and slowly pulling the sword so that a part of the blade was shown, the young man saw that the blade was Valyrian steel.
The sword seemed to be familiar. "Is this…?" the boy began to ask, when Illyrio quickly said to him "Yes. It is the sword Blackfyre. The blade of your house and your birthright," he said.
The boy nodded before sheathing the sword so that its blade was back in the sheathe and he buckled the sword around his waist. The boy also put on the leather and chainmail armour; the armour fit him comfortably. The boy then slid the goldenheart bow and quiver over his back. There was also a Valyrian steel dirk that the boy slid into a sheath to hang opposite his sword.
Illyrio looked at the boy with almost fatherly pride in his eyes. "Now you are ready, my boy!" he declared.
The boy nodded in response.
"But you cannot reveal yourself to claim the Iron Throne just yet," Illyrio warned. "There are still those who would destroy your house to ensure they keep their place, so you must use a disguise to go about unseen," he advised.
"I have already thought of a name," said the boy.
"Oh? What name is that?" asked Illyrio.
"Ser Griff the Young," replied the boy with a hint of a smile.
Illyrio smiled approvingly before saying, "A hedge knight, eh? Not a bad idea," he said approvingly.
"But, be wary of whom you speak to, my boy," Illyrio then said seriously. "The Usurper has spies everywhere, as do others," he warned "Reveal your true name only to those whom you feel are worthy of your trust," he said.
"I will," replied the newly minted Ser Griff the Young.
"Now, we shall share one last meal together, as you have a long journey ahead of you," said Illyrio. "You must first seek out the Golden Company and win their support," he added "When you show them the sword, they will join with you gladly."
"Then you must seek out the Beggar King, your uncle Viserys Targaryen and his sister, Daenerys Targaryen," Illyrio then said as they headed towards the dining hall. "If you need must marry Daenerys Targaryen, then so be it, but remember; you have the greater claim to the Iron Throne," he insisted. "In all honesty, Viserys is not fit to be king. He is but a toothless worm, certainly not a Dragon!" he added critically.
"I will do what I must," Ser Griff said nodding his head.
Illyrio nodded as they reached the dining hall to be served a meal of roasted goat and honeyed duck along with stuffed dates and rice and there was sweet wine to wash it down.
After being served a meal, Ser Griff ate his food gladly as it would be a while before he would eat food like this again.
Illyrio then gave Ser Griff a more common looking castle-forged steel sword and advised him to keep Blackfyre hidden so that it would not be stolen or lost.
Illyrio then sent Ser Griff on his way with a farewell.
Ser Griff then set off, leaving the city of Pentos behind. The sky was beginning to darken, and he would soon have to stop for the night. There weren't any inns he could see nearby, and it wasn't exactly safe to sleep by the road.
Deciding to sleep beneath a nearby tree, Ser Griff then lit a small fire using some twigs, leaves and broken branches scattered about the grass and sand. Using the blade of his knife and a flintstone, Ser Griff lit the flames and coaxed the flames into life. Soon the small fire flickered in the night, providing both light and warmth.
Griff sat back and watched the flames flicker before him. His eyes slowly began to close as he surrendered himself to the sweet embrace of his dreams. Then there was a crackle of lightning and as Griff cracked his eyes open, in a flash of blue light he disappeared entirely.
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In a flash of blue light, Griff hit the ground. With a groan of pain and malcontent, the young man rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky and noted that it was still dark.
"Seven hells…"
Slowly sitting up, Griff looked at his surroundings and noted he was in some kind rocky desert valley. Slowly rising to his feet, Griff dusted himself off and checked his person; nothing broken or missing thus far. Then the immediate question came to mind; where was he? All that Griff could recall was that he had made camp outside Pentos for the night and then there was that strange flash of light and he was suddenly here.
"Strange. I've never seen a place like this," Griff said to himself as he prepared to walk along the dusty road beneath his feet. He then observed he was walking along a cliff and a quick look over the edge told him it was a long way down. Further up ahead, there was a wood and rope bridge that swayed slightly but still looked useable. Quietly crossing the wood and rope bridge, Griff cast a glance at his surroundings, wary if there was some ambush put in place. As soon as he crossed to the other side, Griff heard loud yells and war-cries. Drawing out his castle-forged arming sword, Griff saw men and women wearing rough clothing and their bodies painted bone white and their hair in thick dreadlocks, armed with strange weapons, rushing towards him hollering in some strange tongue.
The first white painted bandit was armed with an axe and swung it out at Griff's head. Griff instinctively ducked under the swing and slashed with his own weapon, drawing a line of red across the bandit's chest. The bandit screamed a war-cry and made a downward chop with his axe, Griff sidestepped the attack and with all his strength, he cut the savage's head off. Crimson lifeblood spurted out of the stump of the man's neck as his head rolled on the ground. This set the other bandits off as they screamed in inarticulate rage and charged towards Griff. The second bandit was a woman and was wielding what Griff thought might be a sword of some kind except it had a flaming blade.
Griff had heard the stories of how the Red Priests of the Red God were able to ignite the blades of their swords with fire, but these bandits weren't wearing the red robes of those who preached the word of the Rh'llor. The bandit swung her flaming sword and Griff barely managed to block the strike in time. Sparks flew as the bandit's burning blade collided with the castle-forged steel of Griff's blade. Some of the sparks nearly hit Griff in the face but he was more focussed on trying to get out of the blade lock his sword was in against the white painted bandit. The white-faced woman cackled madly as she pushed against Griff, her teeth a vile yellow colour. With a look of disgust, Griff twisted his body to the side and threw his opponent to the ground. With a squawk of surprise, the white-faced woman sprawled to the ground. The last remaining bandit aimed what Griff thought was some kind of crossbow without a lathe.
BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!
Loud thunder cracks pierced the sky and Griff barely managed to get out of the way as the white-faced man's weapon spat out short bursts of flame. Griff managed to get behind a large rock and he could whatever was coming out of the white painted bandit's crossbow hit the rock with a series of cracks and thuds. Once the repetitive thunder cracks stopped, Griff got out from his spot and dashed towards the bandit who was loading a rectangular object into the underside of his crossbow. With a powerful swing, Griff prepared to decapitate the man. But there was a resounding clang of steel on steel and Griff found the sword-wielding woman had blocked his strike with her burning sword and pushed back against him with a snarl.
Back pedalling away from his two opponents, Griff prepared himself to die fighting. Suddenly a loud single boom tore through the air and the white-face with the crossbow's head exploded in a shower of red mist. The sword-wielder noticed and was momentarily distracted. Griff thrust his sword into the woman's heart; she gave a death-cry and fell to her knees dead as Griff pulled his sword free and wiped the blood off it. Then stepping into view was a young man with strange tribal markings on his face and wearing a strange hat that had feathers on it. Griff pointed his sword at the stranger, unsure if this man was a threat.
The stranger put his hands in a show of peace and spoke in broken Westerosi. "It okay, owtman! I heard White Leg warcries and fighting. Saw you in trouble and I came to help," he said. "You some kind of lucky!" he added with a friendly grin.
"Who are you? What land is this?" Griff asked not lowering his sword.
"I am Follows-Chalk of the Dead Horse Tribe. This is Zion Valley," replied the stranger. "Who are you, owtman?" he asked.
"I am Griff the Young, I am from…" Griff hesitated. "I am from very far away," he said.
"You are from outside lands?" Follows-Chalk's eyes widened in amazement. "Why are you here, Griff the Young?" he asked.
"I don't know how I got here!" exclaimed Griff. "I just made camp and then there was a flash of light and I ended up here," he said.
Follows-Chalk looked at Griff for a moment before saying, "It's not safe here with White Legs around," he said. "Come with me. I take you to Joshua Graham, he'll help you!" he added.
"Who is Joshua Graham?" Griff asked as he lowered his sword and sheathed it.
"Joshua Graham is great man and great warrior!" replied Follows-Chalk. "He is also called the Burned Man," he said.
"Burned Man? How did he come by such a name?" Griff asked as he started to walk after Follows-Chalk.
"He was burned alive by Kai-Sar then thrown off cliff to die," replied Follows-Chalk. "He didn't and now he is called Burned Man," he said.
"Who is Kai-Sar?" Griff asked.
"Kai-Sar is bad man! Joshua hates him! The White Legs serve Kai-Sar, so Joshua hates the White Legs!" replied Follows-Chalk as they walked along the road.
"And who are the White-Legs? Are they wildlings?" Griff asked.
"The White-Legs are raiders who live by Great Salt Lake," replied Follows-Chalk. "They attack anyone who isn't one of them," he said. "They started to invade this Valley and made things bad, until Joshua came and helped the Dead Horses, my tribe, fight them," he added.
"What else can you tell me about Joshua Graham? Why does he hate this Kai-Sar so much?"
"Joshua once served Kai-Sar and they tried to fight another tribe called the Enn-See-Yar or the Sunset people. When Joshua failed to defeat the Sunset People, Kai-Sar had him set on fire and thrown into the Grand Canyon. But Joshua survived and now he hates Kai-Sar. Then Kai-Sar ordered Joshua's people to be slaughtered."
"Joshua must've been very tough, or very lucky to survive," Griff remarked.
"Joshua is the toughest there is!" Follows-Chalk said proudly. "Under his guidance, the Dead Horses have grown strong!" he declared.
"But what of you, owtman? What tribe do you come from? What land? Is it far from here?" Follows-Chalk asked.
"I…" Griff began to say when a loud roar reverberated up ahead.
"Get down!" Follows-Chalk hissed as he crouched low behind a rock. Griff crouched down behind the rock as well and whispered, "What is it?" he asked his voice low and hoarse.
"Yao Guai!" Follows-Chalk hissed in reply. "Big and mean!" he then added. Then running into view on two legs was a giant lizard with a frilled neck and large red eyes.
"Is that it?" Griff asked.
Follows-Chalk shook his head. "No, that Gecko! Yao Guai is that!" He pointed to a large dark bear that's fur looked decomposed exposing its dark skin. The bear galloped on four limbs and was gaining on the gecko before it swung one massive clawed paw and decapitated the lizard's head in stroke before snatching its body up in its huge powerful jaws then turned around and slowly lumbered off with its meal.
After waiting for the giant beast to leave with its meal, Follows-Chalk and Griff stood back on their feet. "Hoo! Glad Yao Guai was more interested in Gecko. We're some kind of lucky, neh?" Follows-Chalk said.
"Yes. Some kind of lucky indeed," Griff agreed.
"Bet they don't have anything as nasty as Yao Guai where you come from," Follows-Chalk then said as they continued along the path.
"I could think of something far nastier than a Yao Guai," replied Griff thinking of the dragons of The Valyrian Dragonlords and house Targaryen.
"What could be nastier than Yao Guai?" Follows-Chalk asked in interest.
"I'll tell you later," Griff said. "Let's just meet with your leader so I can figure out how I ended up in this valley," he suggested. Following the dirt path, the pair then came to a crossroads.
"There are two ways to the Dead Horses camp," Follows-Chalk said. "We can follow the East Virgin river, or go along the cliffs," he added indicating both paths.
"Perhaps the river is best," Griff said. "I could do with a drink and a wash," he added.
"Good thinking," Follows-Chalk agreed as they walked down the slope towards the river. The water reached Griff's waist as he entered into the water with Follows-Chalk leading. "Be careful owtman!" the tribal warned. "Dead Horses lay traps in the water should White Legs come. Have to keep White Legs out somehow," he said as he pointed to some beartraps laying beneath the water.
"Right," Griff murmured as he started to watch where he was wading carefully, cautious if there was a beartrap ready to snare itself around his leg.
Slowly making their way through the waters with the cliffs looming over them, Griff saw drawings on the sides of the cliffs. "What are those drawings?" he asked his guide.
"Stories passed down from the ancestors of the times of Way-Back-When," replied Follows-Chalk. "Also, they tell the victories of the Dead Horses as well as stories of the Father-in-the-Caves," he said.
"Father-in-the-Caves?" Griff asked wondering if it was referring to the Father of the Seven.
"The Father-in-the-Caves is someone the Sorrows worship, a spirit who watches over this Valley," Follows-Chalk explained. "There are many places in Zion that are said to be the Father's places and are forbidden to enter. Those that dare enter never come back!" he whispered.
"But I don't believe in such talk," Follows-Chalk then said. "Joshua and Daniel of New Canaan have shown me different," he added.
"Daniel of New Canaan? I assume he is a friend?" Griff asked. Follows-Chalk nodded and replied.
"Daniel is a holy man, and helps tend to the Sorrows," the young tribal said. "He is one the last New Canaanites left," he added.
"Because of Kai-Sar?" Griff asked and Follows-Chalk nodded sadly in reply.
Nothing more was said as they continued to wade through the waters. Soon enough, Griff sighted a camp where men and women similarly dressed like Follows-Chalk were fishing the waters or preparing food or training with weapons.
"Welcome to the camp of the Dead Horses, owtman," Follows-Chalk said to Griff. "Come, I take you to see Joshua Graham in Angel Cave," he added as they walked onto the shore and walked over to a cave entrance. Some of the other tribals looked at Griff warily, their hands touching the handles of their weapons ready to draw them at a moment's notice.
Entering the dimly lit interior of the cave, Griff was immediately stopped by a tribal woman who brandish a wooden club.
"Who you, owtman?" the woman demanded aggressively.
"I am a stranger, new to these lands," replied Griff respectfully. "I do not know how I came to these lands, but I did not come to harm anyone here," he said.
"Why you come here?"
"Follows-Chalk said your leader, Joshua Graham, may be able to help me," replied Griff. "I hope that is the case," he said.
The tribal woman frowned before saying, "You go see Burned Man, owtman. But watch what you say! You disrespect Burned Man, he show you fire and thunder!" she said proudly.
Griff set his mouth in a hard-thin line before giving his own reply. "If your Burned man disrespects me, I'll show him blood and steel!" Griff then showed the hilt of Blackfyre. The tribal woman laughed in approval before allowing him through. Following the passage, Griff and Follows-Chalk then entered a larger area that was more lit with burning torches and seated at a table was a man wrapped head to toe in bandage with only and opening for his eyes to be seen and he also wore some dark trousers, boots and a black vest. The bandaged man was taking apart some weapons that were similar to Follows-Chalk's own weapon.
"So, you are the stranger who has come to Zion?" the bandaged man asked Griff who went down on one knee and bowed his head.
"I am, your grace," Griff said respectfully. A low amused chuckle escaped the bandaged man as he said, "Such manners are rare in this day and age," he commented. "Rise, I am no lord or king to kneel before," he ordered.
"Forgive me, Ser, I do not know how to truly show you respect," Griff admitted as he stood to his feet.
"You may call me Joshua," replied the bandaged man. "By now, I gather Follows-Chalk has told you of my other name," he said.
"He has, the Burned Man I believe your title is," said Griff. "I can see why now," he added grimly.
"True, but what of your name? You are not dressed of civilised lands I know of and you possess weapons that would be archaic in this day and age," Joshua remarked.
"My name is Ser Griff the Young, I am a hedge knight and sellsword," replied Griff.
Joshua paused what he was doing to look at Griff more intensely. "Hedge Knight? Are you with the Brotherhood of Steel?" he asked in interest.
"I've never heard of this Brotherhood of Steel," Griff admitted. "Are they some mercenary company?" he enquired.
A small snort issued from Joshua's throat as he said, "No, they wouldn't lower themselves to fighting other people's battles for money," he said. "I merely thought that when you called yourself a hedge knight that you were one of them," he added. "I meant no offence for assuming," he then said apologetically.
"You've given none," replied Griff calmly.
"So, how did you come to Zion Valley, Griff the Young?" Joshua then asked as he resumed his task.
"I'm not entirely sure," Griff said in slight frustration. "I was making camp when there was a flash of light and I found myself in this valley where those White Legs attacked me then I met Follows-Chalk," he explained.
"My apologies for such a rude welcome to God's Temple," Joshua said. "But, as for how you came to Zion, I would not know how such a thing came to be," he added. "Perhaps it was God sending you to us in our time of need?" he suggested.
"I don't know much about this god you worship, or any gods for that matter," Griff said. "But you said your people were in need?" he asked.
Joshua nodded. "Indeed. The White Legs have invaded this Valley and seek to destroy the Sorrows, the Dead Horses and what's left of the New Canaanites, including me," he said.
"And you have decided to fight back against the White Legs," Griff said rather than asked.
"Indeed, we have," replied Joshua. "I will not allow those savages to ravage God's Temple and destroy what's left of my people!" he said with almost religious fervour.
"But, you are an outsider to these lands, it does not concern you, so I cannot and will not force you into this fight," Joshua then said in a gentler tone. "You must be tired from your journey here. I invite you to stay and recover your strength," he offered. "We may speak again later," he added.
Griff nodded in response and prepared to leave the cave. "Incidentally, welcome to Zion," Joshua then said. Griff nodded his thanks and made to leave the cave with Follows-Chalk following.
"Hoo! Glad that went okay, owtman," Follows-Chalk said to Griff in relief. "But, sorry about Joshua not having answers you seek," he added regretfully.
"No need. I didn't expect to find answers to how I got here right away," Griff said waving away the young tribal's apology. "Right now, I could do with some food," he added as he rubbed his stomach.
"Come with me then! Dead Horses make good food this side of East Virgin!" Follows-Chalk said excitedly as he led Griff out of Angel cave and into the camp where the young tribal introduced Griff to his fellow tribesmen who all gathered around Griff, making note of his silver-gold hair and purple eyes and his weapons.
Some of the tribe asked Griff questions in their own tongue. Follows-Chalk translated for Griff who answered the questions as patiently as he could. Then Griff was a served a plate of cooked fish, fruit and meat with a skin of wine made from the local fruits. Some of the tribeswomen all stared at Griff hungrily, their eyes raking his silver-gold hair, pale skin and purple eyes. Griff felt a little uncomfortable with the attention.
Follows-Chalk grinned at seeing Griff's discomfort. "They never see owtman like you before," the tribal said to him. "They look at you the way a Yao Guai looks at Gecko!" he joked.
"That's a comfort," Griff muttered as he cast a glance at the tribeswomen who giggled when he glanced at them.
"You never said where you came from," Follows-Chalk then said. "Where do you come from, owtman?" he asked.
"Well, I come from… a land very far from here," Griff replied.
"Is it like civilised lands Joshua and Daniel told me of?" Follows-Chalk asked.
"What do you think civilised lands are like?" was Griff's response. "You seem very interested in the subject," he pointed out.
"This Valley and Dead Horse Point are all I know of," replied Follows-Chalk. "I once met a man who was passing through Zion, he had a funny thing called a guitar that he played music with. When I asked him about it, he told me that he played music for people in return for food and shelter," he said. "After the man left, I wanted to see lands where one could play music for food and shelter," he added.
"What about your family and your tribe?" Griff asked. "Have you spoken with them about it?"
Follows-Chalk had a slightly embarrassed expression on his face before replying, "They… do not want me to leave," he admitted. "They say civilised lands are dangerous and savage," he said.
"And I'll wager that people in civilised lands say that about this valley," Griff said. "Most people where they live will call other places savage and dangerous," he added.
"Truly?" Follows-Chalk looked surprised and Griff nodded.
"Don't misunderstand, some places with civilisation are good, but there's some bad ones as well," replied Griff. "It's probably the same here. Your people and these Sorrows are good from what I can tell, and the White Legs are bad," he said. "There's good and bad wherever you go," he added.
"But, if you want to see civilised lands for yourself, then you should go; satisfy your curiosity at the very least," Griff then said.
"I… never thought of it like that," Follows-Chalk said after a moment of thought. "But, I can't leave now! Joshua and the Dead Horses need me to fight the White Legs!" he stated.
"Then perhaps once the White Legs are defeated you can go and see civilised lands?" Griff suggested. Follows-Chalk nodded in agreement. Music was played and some of the women danced and sang around the fires. Some of the women danced provocatively near Griff, throwing him smouldering come hither stares. Griff felt very uncomfortable with the way the women were dancing so provocatively near him; it's not that he wasn't interested in women mind you, it was simply that he would have to make a marriage alliance one day and he didn't want to end up siring a bastard with some woman.
"Is there anywhere I can sleep?" Griff asked Follows-Chalk. "I'm a little tired after today," he explained.
"There's a spare hut on the edge of the river, owtman," replied Follows-Chalk. "Be careful though," he suddenly said. "Some of the women may try to sneak into your hut," he warned jerking his thumb over to the dancing women who all giggled and one of them winked at Griff who frowned.
"Thanks…"
Griff found the hut on the edge of the river; it was a little spartan, but it would do for now. Griff didn't expect to stay here forever, so this hut would simply be used to sleep in. Laying his swords beside the bedroll, Griff lay down on the bed on his back and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
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Griff stood in the middle of a desert, the sands whipping and swirling in the air all around him. Shapes moved about obscured by the desert sands. Shouts and cries rang out and the sounds of thunder and clashing steel were heard. Griff looked around trying to see what was making all the noise.
Then coming out from the storm was a two-headed bear, a golden bull and a man made of metal. All three figures were locked in combat, each trying to kill each other yet all they could do was wound one another. The wounds each inflicted on each other were terrible, but none could strike a killing blow. Blood splashed onto the sand as the three figures tore at each other.
Other figures began to show themselves as well; men clad in armour wielding weapons that fired streams of red fire, people in white coats trying to heal those injured, men and women wearing rough clothing armed with weapons that fired balls of fire, others who wore simpler clothing and fought men clad in brown armour and helmets. Men wearing blue clothing throwing burning candles that exploded and people wearing rough leathers and headdresses attacking anyone they came across.
Then some individuals stepped out from the sandstorm; a young woman with a sad smile wearing brown robes, a man with a had expression and a red hat on his head, a woman with a bitter frown on her face, a dog with metal on parts of its body, a blue skinned giant with a bonnet on its head looking lost and confused, a walking corpse who looked tired and sad, a young man wearing a white coat and seemed lonely and a floating metal eye that buzzed and chirped.
Then a final figure stepped out from the storm; Griff couldn't see the figure clearly, but a pair of eyes, one as blue as the sky and the other as green as an emerald sparkled in the darkness shrouding the figure's face. The figure stretched forth its hand extending it to Griff. Griff tried to reach towards the figure but then another figure appeared. Griff felt his blood run cold as the figure that stood in his way loomed over him.
The figure wore gold and red armour and wore a golden helmet fashioned like a bearded man's face. In two hands, the towering man held a large broad bladed two-handed sword. The masked man spoke in a deep booming voice.
"FOR THE GLORY OF KAI-SAR!"
The masked man swung his sword down onto Griff and then there was blackness…
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TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: there, the first chapter of this story done and dusted. Took a while to get this out, but I'm glad its out now, all I have to do is work on the next chapter. But, that'll be a while off yet.
In other news, I am working on a new story that is a crossover of CD Projeckt Red's Witcher series and Game of Thrones/Song of Ice & Fire. The story won't be a "Geralt ends up in Westeros" kind of story, but rather a character from Game of Thrones will end up in the Witcher universe. And if you all know me by now, you'll easily guess who that character will be .
How that character ends up in the Witcher world I'm still working on and I wrote this to just fill in some time whilst I work on the Witcher/Game of Thrones story I have planned. I'm also working on a one-shot of Devil May Cry/Game of Thrones of either Vergil or Dante or even Nero ending up in Westeros where they kick ass and take names and one-shot the Night King and his army, because compared to most of the stuff Vergil/Dante/Nero fight in DMC, White Walkers and wights are roadkill to them.
Also going back to my Witcher/GoT idea, I have set up a poll on my profile showing a list of potential romance options for the character I've chosen and last I saw, Margaery Tyrell has taken the lead, so if anyone wants someone else to take the top spot, say Triss Merigold or Ciri, get voting :-D.
So, that's about it from me, I'll just leave this here and get to work on the first chapter of my Witcher/GoT idea which will be a short one just to set the stage as I do have some research to do on the Witcher world, both the games and the books, but I will try my best.
Be kind to one another everyone,
Angry lil' elf.