AN: So here is chapter four. I hope this is all to your liking. I thought about this story for a time and was planning on stopping it, but after Elden Ring and more people got into this fiction, I decided to continue. So here is another chapter.
Young Ned Stark – Robert Aramayo
Young Robert Baratheon – Clive Standen
Dacey Mormont – Adelaide Kane
Maege Mormont – Elizabeth Barrett
Selene – Tamsin Egerton
Rowena – Gemma Arterton
Luther – Sam Clafin
Gwyain – Henry Cavill
The Doll (Evetta) – Katie Mcgrath
"Here we Stand." – Normal Dialogue
"Thou hast forgotten." – Other Language Dialogue
Chapter 4: Gods Come From Afar
Seaguard
Luther studies the beast that just came through the ship. The thing stood over eleven feet tall. Its skin was the color of violet and midnight black. Its left arm is bulky and bloated with a sword gripped in gnarled and split fingers. The other arm is a macabre of tentacles, much like a squid's. All unexposed flesh was covered with a mixture of boiled leather stretched over the mass with iron plates over the leather. The beast's head was covered in a helmet and faceguard. The helmet's color is tarnished beyond recognition. The design, however, was still readable. A protrusion comes out of the back like a squid's body. The metal is round on the sides, and the faceguard is designed to look like interlocking tentacles. The beast lets out a roar, daring anyone to challenge it.
Luther charges with his Burial Blade and slashes at the monstrosity's ankles. The monster didn't take kindly to the attack and attempted to stomp the hunter to death. Luther didn't allow that to happen. He dodges and rolls out of the way of each blow. Luther reels back with the Burial Blade behind his back before he lashes out with it. The blade rakes across the monster's exposed flesh, and blood sprays from the gash. The beast roars in pain before going to one knee. Luther takes the opportunity to go in for the head, but it is a ploy by the monster. He is grabbed by the beast and suspended in the air by his chest. The beast chucks the young man into the sand in front of it. Blood sprays from Luther's mouth, and the beast raises its gigantic sword to run him through. Luther rolls out of the way, just as the blade comes down. Luther rises and grins as his blood sings through his veins. There is finally a worthy challenge for his skills. He stands tall, his sways body like a catstail in the breeze. Then he strikes like a predatory animal.
Selene left the enormous monster to the expert. Luther had been born and bred for that kind of job. She was good at dealing with hordes of smaller monsters. Selene would be the support to Luther's assault. Even though she could not aid him in the fight, she would make sure he was left uninterrupted. She smashes another fist into a beast's open mouth before stabbing her stiletto into its neck. Casting the corpse aside, she kicks another beast that thought to bite her leg. Her armor helps her endure all the attacks that get through her defenses.
One beast hops on her back, but before it can strike her, stiletto pierces its head. The limp body falls off her before she smashes another jaw. One was about to sneak up on her, but Dacey and her mace cracked its skull. She and her men joined the fray, but their numbers dwindled. The beasts seemed endless for a moment.
Ned swipes Ice through one beast before he spies the mysterious hooded woman holding her own in the hoard of monsters. He didn't have time to admire her as another beast latched onto his leg. He screams in pain before the monster is subdued by stabbing it through its back and out its abdomen. Ned falls to one knee from the pain, nearly costing him his life. All the surrounding beasts now turned to Ned, sensing his weakness. One grabbed his right forearm and another his left calf. Another tries to get at him through the armor on his chest. Ned could see it was the end for him. He would see his father, brother, and, most notably, his sister in the realm of the Old Gods. He hoped he could face her and look her in the eye for what he put her son through. He closed his eyes, accepting his death as the beasts' teeth ripped at him.
"Wake the fuck up, Ned!" Robert bellowing brought Ned back to the land of the living. He snaps his eyes and sees the man swinging his hammer like a stick and swatting the beasts off him. One of the beasts on Robert's back is trying to gnaw through his pauldron. Robert grips the thing by its face with one of his meaty hands and throws it off him. He raised his blood brother to his feet. "You aren't allowed to die until we're piss drunk and fucking till our hearts give out! By order of your king!" Robert bellows as he swings his war hammer into another monster's rib. A sickening crunch is his reward. Ned steadies himself as his arm and leg scream in protest. The bastard sword is heavier than ever. His vision is unfocused, and every breath burns his lungs like fire. Still, he stood, swinging the sword with tired strength. Valyrian steel makes short work of the monsters. The hammer crushes and smashes through the horde. Even with their valiant efforts, the monsters closed in on them.
Then to both their relief, someone comes to their aid. Rowena charges through the monsters on her horse. The monsters notice the animal and begin to leap upon it. She leaps off her horse, leaving it to its fate. She lands into the fray, her blades cutting through the beasts with ease. She doesn't notice the foreign king or his friend, hell, she doesn't know or care who she is saving. She would make quick work of these monsters before aiding her friend with the giant beast. One shot its tongue at her, right towards her torso. Rowena slices it before it even comes near her armor.
Robert took this chance to survey his surroundings. The demon beast had moved back in the presence of the new warrior. "Who the fuck is that!?" Robert asks, letting Ned lean on him. The helmet catches the king's eye, "Is that one of yours, Ned?" The wolf design on the top of the helmet made the king question his friend.
Ned peers at the mysterious warrior. If one of his soldiers or knights had armor like that, they would have been here at the start, and the way they fought, they would have been one of his top men. "No," Ned replies. Watching the warrior was like watching a dancer. Every movement had a purpose, and the flashes of gold and silver made it exotic.
Rowena had had enough of the two men's gawking. "Get in the fight!" she orders the two men as her Silver Tracer stabs through the lower jaw of a monster that tried to attack her. She kicks another away, which gives a yelp of pain. Her Gold Tracer slices the head off of another. Rowena spins, slashes, and stabs more of the foul beasts. Nothing stood in her way as she decimated the numbers. However, the beasts' instincts told them that the woman was not a target for them, but the remaining men were. They change their attack on the two men letting the stupid ones attack Rowena.
Luther's Burial Blade scrapes against the monster's twisted armor. A deep gash was left in its wake. The Burial Blade was the oldest weapon of the Hunter's Workshop, but the scythe cut through armor like a hot knife through butter. The monstrosity swung its sword at the hunter, but Luther spun the blade and parried the hunk of iron away. The beast raises the sword and smashes it down three times in quick succession at Luther. Luther jumps out of the way of each blow. Luther uses his speed and swipes several deep cuts over the beast's armor. Buckets of blood fall from the wounds and soak into the sand below. The beast swipes a backhand at Luther with its free hand and again misses. Luther sprints back in and slams the blade right into the monster's stomach. The beast lets out a bellow of pain and falls to one knee. The opportunity is perfect for Luther. The Burial Blade slashes at the monster's head twice, taking chunks out of it. When he stands directly in front of the beast, he reels his hand back and plunges it into the monster. Then like his fight with Alistair, he rips his hand violently out of the beast.
The beast let out a wail before falling face-first into the sand. However, it refused to let its sword go. Luther sees an opportunity at the exposed wrist. Putting his full might into a swing, he strikes the beast's wrist. The blade makes quick work of the flesh. The several hundred-pound appendage drops to the ground, and a roar echoes through the beach. The beast grips the bleeding stump and wails a blood-curtailing wail.
Barristan and Jorah cut and slashed their way to the king. The horde had managed to separate them from Ned and Robert. Barristan was not happy with how Jorah had become useless in this fight. However, he could not blame the man. They were fighting something that looked to come straight out of a nightmare. "Lord Jorah! Stay close and keep that blade up!" Barristan coached. It was like his time in the training yard with the recruits; a little encouragement from a renowned knight could go a long way. It worked, as Jorah's spin showed. He slayed another monster as he kept moving. Barristan eyes his king, being leaped upon by the demons. The king was as strong as a bull, but the life of drinking and whore had widdled down the man's once refined edge. "My king!" the Kingsguard tries to warn his king. He would not lose another king. His honor demanded it. More and more pile on the king and his friend.
Selene hears the older man's call and her eyes land on the man with the antler pauldrons and the other man in the gray leather armor. Not far from them is Rowena, already too far gone in her dance of death to register anything else. She could save them, but she would have to break the oath they took before coming here. Only Luther and Gwyain could resend it. With a strained sigh, she moves and rushes the monsters. She stabs her stiletto and smashes her Hand of God into a beast. While no match for her, the beasts were numerous and took time to kill. More than a few brazen beasts would try and circle her to attack from the back. They met the same end as the others. Eventually, she made it to the two men, the larger of the two threw a beast off his back, but the smaller one was swinging his sword wildly in desperation. She eventually made it through and got in front of the king. "Warriors," she greets with a nod.
She faces the remaining hoard that was around her. She mentally places a choke line, just like her mentor taught her. Anything that crosses the line would have its lifeblood spilled upon the sand. The first one crosses, and blood decorates the sands.
Ned had caught sight of the woman's blond hair beneath her hood. "Is she a Lannister?" Ned asks, and furthermore, why would she be on a battlefield? Tywin didn't have any other daughters besides Cersei.
Robert slams his hammer down on a monster's head. He looks up at the woman, "If she is, I would have married her instead of the one I got." He smashes the hammer into another. Even better, she was a warrior. Their children would've been glorious!
Luther watches his prey closely. It was odd. Usually, beasts like this were more violent and aggressive. This thing acted more like a toddler learning to walk for the first time. Luther's eyes widen at the thought, "That means it was just tainted not too long ago." The tearing of flesh brought him back to the fight. The beast had gripped its handless arm before yanking on it with all its might. At the shoulder, the top layer of skin stretched until it tore apart like rubber pieces. Another tug took apart the tends, and another, the veins and arteries store like strings, blood pouring from open ends. Then came the splintering of bones. The arm from the shoulder down is torn off. The torn limb drops with a resonating thud.
Luther chances a glimpse at the arm and finds it unmoving. His father always lectured him about beasts. Never be lax around them, or your life could end. He cast his eyes back up to watch something astonishing and terrifying happen. Out of the self-inflicting wound comes five long, black tentacles. The newly formed appendages are dripping with blood that cascades to the sand. The tentacles twist and tighten around one another about halfway. The remaining lengths are loose and floppy like a whip. The beast lets a challenging roar and cracks its new whip appendage. A boom as loud as thunder resonates across the beach. Many of the remaining soldiers cover their ears. Even the lower beasts whine in protest. The beast then turns to Luther, who raises his guard along with the scythe. The beast picks up its sword and charges, sand kicking up with each heavy stop. Luther swings as the monster attacks head first.
Barristan Selmy had lived many years and served three kings. He'd seen many glorious and horrific actions. What he was watching Selene do was nothing short of magnificent. She was something out of an old tale. She kept the evil beasts at bay while he, Ned, Robert, and Jorah regrouped. Robert was bleeding profusely from wounds on his head, shoulder, and arms. Ned looked almost as pale as a specter. Jorah kept looking around and jumping at every noise. He would have gladly joined Selene, but he was the only able body amongst them.
Selene slashes another beast and smashes another in the face. She was getting tired. The beasts just kept pouring out of the ship. There must have been a nest in the ship. A big one tries to leap at her, and she drives her blade into its chest. She pants heavily, and her muscles begin to ache. She braced as another bold one came to attack, its tongue zooming at her like a hornet. She readies herself, waiting for it to be in range. Thunderous footsteps kick up sand as a new arrival gets closer.
After dealing with the weasel of a lord, Gwyain pushed his horse to make it here. Rowena had gotten ahead of him, and from what he saw, she was making quick work of the monstrosities. His eyes are immediately drawn to Luther, and he sees the hunter performing his duty. He is about to join his friend when he notices Selene fighting a horde. His choice was made. He grabs his shield with his left hand and his sword with his right. He drops from his horse and charges. He raises his shield and acts like a battering; he blasts through the beasts to be side-by-side with Selene. "What's the situation?" he asks the holy woman. His sword removes the head of another beast that ventures too close. One tries to swipe at him with a claw, but it scrapes harmlessly against his shield.
The four men watched the newcomer plow through the monster with nothing but his pure strength. He was easy to spot. The man was as tall as The Mountain. "That a giant of a man," Robert said nervously. He never once in his life was he afraid of someone because of their height. What unnerved him was how dexterous the man was. He ran like a man half his size. Ned could only nod weakly. Barristan eyed the new man with caution. He and everyone else was exhausted. If these new individuals decided to attack, the king would likely fall.
Jorah only saw a new hope. He looked at the man with reverence. He was another hope that had been granted to them by the Old Gods. Gwyain was demolishing him, and his imposing statue made Jorah feel much better. The man helped the blonde woman diminish the horde. He could go on home to his wife.
Selene crushes another skull with her covered fist. "Monsters everywhere. Luther is hunting, and Rowena is thinning the herd," Selene answers while she stabs another bold monster. "There's no end to them!" Selene cries out. Gwyain knows what she is getting at. This land was a stranger to magic; either it was long gone or barely clinging to these lands. There could be chaos if they performed such acts. Gwyain made a choice.
Slashing another beast across its chest, Gwyain calls out, "Permission granted!" Selene instantly smiles. She takes a deep breath before she channels her magic into her stiletto. She fires a concentrated beam of blue energy, a Soul Ray, from the top of her knife. It blasts through one beast and all the others behind it. All the monsters freeze for a moment. Holes in their chests, faces, and sides are cauterized and can be seen clearly through. All the beasts affected slump over, dead. Selene didn't stop, pointing the tip of her blade at another group and firing another Soul Ray at the beasts. She decimates their numbers.
The men of Westeros look at the woman in terror. She had performed magic! "By the Old Gods and the New!" Barristan gasps. Robert doesn't care as he is smashing and killing beasts. Barristan stayed close to the king. The new group had a person who performed magic; magic that could easily kill.
Rowena hears the familiar sound of Selene's spell. Her helmeted head covers her face, but she grins like a mad woman. She beings twisting and spinning faster like a windmill of death. She stabs Silver Tracer into the ground, falls to her side, then begins spinning like a top. She slashes about with Gold Tracer, which kills a number of beasts. She isn't finished, however, as she springs up with a spin, her swords tearing the flesh. While still in the air, she targets one more and slams her blades down on a lone beast. She rises from the bloody and flattened corpse before dashing into another group.
Gwyain cuts down another beast. He bashes his shield into a leaping beast that yelps. Gwyain stops down, and silence permeates from it. Looking around, the beasts circle him. Gwyain channels his own magic in his hand before reeling it back. A lightning bolt comes to life in his hand before he chucks it into the beasts. The lightning courses through the one struck before splashing into the others. He threw another and another till there was nothing but charred bodies at his feet. Shaking his head in satisfaction, he runs in Luther's direction, "I'll leave the stragglers to you!" He didn't see it, but Selene nodded and fired a smaller version of Soul Ray, Soul Arrow, into another beast.
Gaining ground towards Luther and his prey, Gwyain raises his hand and leaps. Lightning gathers in his hand. The result is much larger, and he launches at the beast in front of Luther. The lightning hits it dead-center. It lets out a roar of agony before falling backward. The loud thump echoes across the beach. Gwyain lands with a thud before running to his friend. "I see you handled things well without me," Gwyain remarks. He drew his shield from his back and put it up, ready for anything.
The hunter locks his eyes on his prey but responds, "Someone had to pick up your slack." The beast rights itself, its tentacle arm in the sand. The two men tense up as the monster brings its sword down to lean on. "It's at its end," Luther observes. Both men inch closer, ready to strike it down. The monster lifts its head and lets out a defiant roar. Unseen by both men, the sands begin to shift underneath their feet. Due to his leather boots, Luther feels the sand moving and leaps away in time, but Gwyain is not that lucky. A tentacle emerges from the sand, wrapping around Gwyain's ankle. Gwyain lets out a shout as he is tripped and then dragged, sand kicking up in the air and into his mouth. He is pulled up to the monster's face. It growls before slamming him into the ground.
Gwyain lets out a yell of pain before he is whipped to the ground again. His body takes a beating as it slams a third and then a fourth time. Gwyain hears Rowean call out, "Gwyain!" He is planted in the sand with one final throw. Gwyain hissed in pain before rolling onto his feet. Rowena comes to a sliding halt beside him. "Are you alright!" her words were accompanied by her checking over him. He spits some blood out of his mouth, seeping into the sand.
"I'm fine. We have to put this monster down. Now!" He flourishes his sword before charging back at it. Rowena follows right behind her companion. Like she always did.
Luther had not been idle. Seeing his friend hurt had made the man's blood boil with fury. The ferocity of his attacks tore at the beast's flesh. Luther twirls the scythe around his back before slashing away a tentacle up for a pitiful defense. The thing wiggles in the sand like an eel before becoming still. Luther reels the scythe back before swinging it upwards and slashing the beast's bloated belly. The layer of fat shows before its entrails push out and dangle out of the gash. If the beast finds the wound bothersome, it doesn't show it. It swings its sword, making Luther roll out under it. The beast swings its sword back, and Luther dashes closer, avoiding the attack. He retaliates with one of his own.
Gwyain aids his friend with a slash to the monster's leg with his sword. Rowena did the same to the opposite. Her Silver Tracer's poison would be ineffective against this monstrosity, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The beast swipes at its ankles with the tentacle arm before sweeping three-hundred and sixty degrees. Both heroes leaped away before landing beside Luther. "It's nearly felled. Together!" Luther shouts before pointing the scythe at the monstrosity, which accepts the challenge with a roar before charging.
Gwyain takes the lead, bringing his shield up. His sword rests on the top of it, poised to stab. The monster hefted its sword on its shoulder before bringing it down hard. With herculean strength, Gwyain absorbs the blow. He grits his teeth from the pressure but holds firm. Rowena runs past him and hustles toward the beast. The monster launches its multi-tentacle arm at her like angry serpents.
Rowena bobs and weaves through the initial assault. She slashes one before rolling under another and jumping over a third. She cuts the second before the third gets her around the neck. She swiftly cuts herself loose before it can snap her neck. She slashes another tentacle shorter before rushing toward the body of the beast.
Luther made a mad dash to the front of the monster. He arrived slashing, spinning, and cutting every exposed flesh he could find. Blood rains down from the wounds.
Gwyain heaves the heavy sword aside. The heavy blade thuds to the sands and Gwyain takes his sword and brings it down on the beast's wrist. The meaty fist falls to the sand with a heavy thud. Gwyain holds his hand out and gathers lightning in his hand.
The monster lets out a roar of agony. Everything thing hurt it. Its newly obtained power hurt it, the voice in its head hurt it, and the people on the beach hurt it. All its new life, it felt pain. The voices lied to it. The power was useless, and all the eyes were useless. It did not gain any insight or power. All it felt was pain.
Luther unleashes his scythe in an upwards stab and nails the beast dead-center of its chest. Luther torques the blade upward, tearing the monstrosity's chest. As the blade leaves the body, its tip nicks the helmet's chin, making it go flying off. Gwyain unleashes a mighty yell as he throws a giant Lightning Spear into the monster's open chest. "Fall!" Gwyain hollers. The monster lets out a sharp yelp. It grabs its chest in pain and looks down at it. It looks at its three foes before letting one last death wail before falling onto its back. Sand shoots up in the air before fluttering down.
The monster lay still for several moments before the trio moved closer. All three approach with their weapons at the ready. Gwyain took it upon himself to make sure and drive his sword as deep as he could. No response. He pulls out his sword and swipes, blood splattering to the sand. "It's dead!" Gwyain yells as well as raising his sword. A chorus of cheers rings through the beach. The last of the minor monstrosities were long gone, either dead or retreated back into the beached ship. "Luther, torch the ship!" Gwyain commands and receives a nod. Luther approaches the breached haul of the ship and walks in. A hunter needed to finish the hunt.
As the remaining members of the king's army gathered their dead and wounded, Gwyain's and King Robert's parties meet. Ned, still bloody and tired, used his sword as a crutch. Robert stood tall, but his hair and beard were soaked in his blood and the beasts'. Jorah was jumpy, but his cousin's calm hand on his back kept him grounded. Lastly, Sir Barristan Selmy came up next to him with all the integrity of a King's Guard. "That was bloody magnificent!" Robert chortles out with a great big belly laugh. The king uses one of his meaty hands to slap Gwyain on the shoulder. Gwyain does not move. "You must be the lot from Shrine Cape! What say you about joining my knight!?"
"No," Gwyain responds, shaking his head. Robert needs to look up to stare the man in the eyes. The king couldn't help but smirk. For the first time in a long time, someone had the balls to tell him no.
Selene pulls down her hood, giving the men a clearer view. "I am sorry, but I am already pledged to someone else." She gives a deep bow. "If you have further need of me, I'll be in the medical tent," she directs her sentence more to Gwyain than Robert. Gwyain nods his head, and she goes off to do what she loves.
Ned spoke up next. While still groggy, he could still form coherent sentences. "You people are agents of the Old Gods!" the man says. These people had come in their hour of need. They were heroes. They saved them from beasts from the Seven Hells. It was like the stories he was told as a boy.
Abruptly, Jorah calls out from the back, "They ain't natural!" All heads turn towards them. Gwyain, Robert, and Rowena look at him in boredom. The other two shot him a fierce look.
Dacey hisses at Jorah, "Cousin." Her friends had saved them. He could at least be grateful.
Rowena had had enough of the talking. Her group needed to get moving and recover the relic, "We have spoken enough. Where is the Crow's Eye?" She had removed her helmet, shook out her hair, and wiped the sweat from her brow.
Ned first saw the long dark hair. The woman's porcelain skin made it seem like she was a ghost. That was what Ned saw, a ghost, the ghost of his long-dead sister. The woman had the same fierce expression that Lyanna always had. It took everything in Ned not to rush her and hold her. However, he knew where his sister was, buried in the catacombs of Winterfell.
Robert didn't have that restraint. He rushes over to her, shouldering past Gwyain. He reaches his hand out and touches her cheek. "Lyanna!" he calls out. His eyes are wild with grief and hope. Rowena scrunches her face in disgust before she bats the man's arm away. Robert, let's put a yell in pain.
She draws Gold Tracer and places it against the chunky man's neck. "Don't ever touch me!" she hisses through her teeth.
Barristan pulls out his sword and threatens, "Lower your sword from the king!" A sword rests on his shoulder.
"Touch her, and it will be the last thing you'll do," Gwyain growls out his own warning. Both men were unmoving by the threats
Dacey moves quickly between them. She looks at her king and then at her friends. "Stop all of you!" she starts. She glares at both men. "We all share the same enemy!" she finishes giving both a pleading look. Everyone seems to relax as Gwyain lets his sword fall, and Barristan does the same. However, both men glare heatedly.
Robert backs away, and his arms fall limply to the side. "Forgive me, you remind me of someone," Robert said longingly. The ghost of the woman who never left his dreams.
Rowena sees the man's hurt expression and nods in understanding. "Don't do it again."
Barristan is next to dictate a question, "How could you people do the things you do. You wielded lightning, and the woman casting magic!" It was one thing if these people were well-skilled with blades, but the addition of these people using magic made them all the more dangerous.
Gwyain answers the knight, "Magic is a common practice in our lands." He puts his sword away in its sheath and places his shield on his back. "We grew up practicing it." Suddenly the ship behind them exploded in flames. Screams from the remaining monster inside reach out to them.
Robert's face brightens back to its usual jolly expression. "Glad to hear the fuckers scream," Robert's joy is shared amongst the group.
Out of the ship's haul, silhouetted by the fire, walks Luther. The flames give the man an otherworldly look. "He looks like a monster," Ned says under his breath. How little he knew.
"He kills monsters," Rowena snips at the Nothern Lord. Luther comes over to the group, happy to see diplomacy being done in his absence. "Enjoy yourself?" Rowena asks.
Even though he is covered in blood and gore, Luther manages to answer. "All of them are dead. I burnt the nest and let the fire spread." Luther walks up to the final corpse. "Last one," he breathes out before he grabs a molotov cocktail from within his jacket. The King's party follows behind them.
Robert's party didn't see the monstrosity up close but finally seeing it made them wonder if they would have survived such an encounter. "What manner of beast is this?" Ned questions their new allies. It looked like a misshapen giant from Old Nan's stories.
Jorah shakes in his boots as he examines it. "Whatever it is, burn it and be done!" the terrified man speaks. He had enough of this to last several lifetimes.
Luther pours the oil over the beast before he rears his arm back to light it ablaze.
Barristan snaps out his hand and catches Luther before he can throw it. "Hold!" he orders. His eyes rest on the monster's face. Everyone follows suit. "Is that who I think it is?"
Ned, Jorah, and Robert look at the face of the monster. While it was purple and bloated, they could still make out a brown beard, square face, and chiseled jaw. "It's Rodrick Greyjoy," Jorah breathes out in horror. He nearly fell over in fear but was held in his place by his cousin.
"By the Old Gods," Ned shivers at the man-turned-monster. How could something like this be possible? How can a man turn into such a monstrosity? Why would a man choose such a fate?
"This isn't good," Rowena states. She looks to Gwyain, who shares her nervousness.
Luther pulls his hat off and rasps, "The psycho has used it on someone." This was like something out of his father's time. "Where can we find The Crow's Eye?" Time was of the essence.
Upon seeing the silver hair and the delicate features, Robert explodes. "Are you a fucking Targaryen?" The war hammer was already up and ready to swing. A gun is drawn, and Luther levels it at the fat man's eyes.
"A what?" Luther questions but still keeps his pistol trained on the man. He'd never heard of the term before.
Iron Islands
In the throne room, Euron sat on his brother's makeshift throne. Lazily he hangs his leg over one of the armrests while one of his hands falls on the cage. He hums a cheery tune when he feels a burning sensation in his head. He winces, feeling like someone is trying to drill into his skull. It becomes too much as he cries in pain and falls to the ground. Being from the shadows come close to aid him, but he raises a hand to stop them. "All of you, leave me!" he orders, and the beings trudge off to find somewhere else to be. There was still much to prepare for the expected heirs.
Euron crawls over to the Mensis Cage like a lowly servant. "What troubles you, my lord?" The cage speaks into his brain, almost like a hiss. "I am sorry my nephew failed, but there are others that will stop them," Euron says smoothly to the cage as he caresses it. "They won't take you back," Euron promises while laying his head on the top of the cage.
AN: I hope this was to everyone's liking. I hope to see more likes, follows, and reviews.
Luther – Yharnam Hunter Set, Burial Blade, Hunter's Pistol.
Rowena – Helm of Artorias, Lord Blades Robe, Undead Legion Gauntlets, Undead Legion Leggings. Gold Tracer and Dark Silver Tracer.
Gwyain – Dragonscale Armor, Dragonscale Waistcloth with golden boots, Dragonslayer Gauntlets. Sunlight Straight Sword, Sunlight Shield.
Selene – Dark Silver Armor, Gauntlets, Boots, Maiden Astraea's hood. Geri's Stiletto, Hands of God.
Knox