Hey Everyone, hope you having a good day, working is stressful when working with rich assholes that get on you ass even if you do a good job. Anyway hope you enjoy this one. I don't own anything.
It was the day of the tournament, much to Lord Stark's dismay. But Robert made sure there was a tournament. Using the Arena, that was once part of the Dragon pits as everyone gets ready.
Mychal looks around as everyone sets up for the tourney for the hand, as his Decepticons and everyone set up the tournament. Edward is sending out secret messages to his allies to prepare for the coming war and Garth has the Institute prepare for incoming refugees that will come to the capital for safety, hopeful they can prepare before it happens.
The tournament was crowded, many subjects waiting around the jousting arena. The stands were crowded with nobles, even the Stark Sisters were there.
The horns blared, as the Pageboy the royal family. Everyone stood and cheered as father and mother took their seats on the royal thrones for the tournament. Myrcella and Tommen sat in their chairs by father while Joffrey and I sat by his mother.
Mychal seats far away from the royal family not by choice as both the King and Queen want him to sit as far away from them as possible, much to his young sibling's dismay, except Joffrey. Mychal sits in the high stands with his guards and fellow Decepticons around him.
"Sitting in all your lonesome '' A familiar voice said, making Mychal turn to see Admiral Marron Greyjoy walking up to him with his own guards sitting far but not too far.
"Shouldn't you be preparing for our little struggle?" Mychal asked as the crowd continued to cheer for the royal family around them.
"Everyone already prepared and ready for the coming times, mhmh" Marron chuckles as he sits next to Mychal, already having the supplies ready for the coming conflict.
"You are going to change a few placements, with the recent information Garth has informed me of" Mychal said, having heard rather critical information will be useful later.
"Oh do tell. You know I love secrets," Marron leans in, eager to hear what Garth has to say. Any secrets from Garth are always important and scandalous to some people, which Marron loves hearing.
The crowd has calmed down as the tournament began in honor of Eddard Stark being the Hand of the King. Though Robert was not pleased when Lord Stark wasn't there.
"Not here, too many birds, whores and boot licker here" Mychal said as he looked around, knowing everyone's spies are everywhere, tournaments like these are full of spies getting the latest information.
"Ooooo it's always that, '' Marron complained, hating spies. Always listening to their conversions, so rude.
"The cock suckers just give them a kick, throw money at the whores for them to go away" Marrn grins as he stands up, explaining the ways to get rid of Cersei's and Little Finger's spies.
"And for those birds" Marron walks up the stands as Mychal watches him. Marron goes to the top of the stands.
"BOOGA OOGA BOOGA!" Marron yelled as multiple children all ran away screaming in fear.
"Just give those little shits a good scare, trust me it always works" Marron explains as he sits back down with Mychal.
"Well shooting the birds seems to work" Mychal said, Marron news how not to get spy's on. A useful skill seeing the state of King's landing.
Eventually, the tournament began with a good speech. Then there was a waiting period, Robert wanting Stark to be here. However, only his daughters and their septa took their seats.
Another ten minutes passed, looking into the stands as Mychal saw Sansa staring at Joffrey. Joffrey caught her gaze and cringed looking away. Marrow also notices as well.
"Why does your little shit of a brother get the pretty ones?" Marrow complains as Mychals shrugs, not really caring.
"I can only pity her," Mychal said, knowing that the girl will not have a good life with Joffrey.
"Anyone stupid enough to want to get fucked by that little bastard, deserve no pity" Marrow said, only a blind and confused idiot couldn't see what a little shit Joffrey is.
"You heard that Catelyn Stark was in King's Landing" Marrow whispered, like it was some big secret but it was King's Landing as Mychal looked at him.
"Who hasn't heard about her poor attempt at sneaking in" Mychal said, Catelyn's attempt at not being noticed was noticed by everyone. It's partially common knowledge at this point.
"I know that, just wanted to mention it, have you seen Catelyn Stark, cause I heard she was lovely," Marrow smiles as Mychal looks at him.
"Where you'd heard that" Mychal asked, Catelyn Stark was appealing but not to Mychal.
"Little pecker, saying he smashed her virgin gate" Marrow explains, as Mychal rolls his eyes.
"You listen to him now" Mychal asked, Baelish wasn't someone Mychal likes, their something about him makes Mychal want to smash his head with his mace.
"Please, what kind of men offer me whores, I don't pay of sex or have someone give it to me, I take it," Marrow said with pride, his Ironborn side shows that he never takes bribes or anything from anyone. Mychal likes that Marrow is not easily bribed.
"What about you my lord, no girls?" Marrow asked, smiling from cheek to cheek at him, Mychal shook his head.
"Uninterested" Mychal said, having no such feelings for flesh, Marrow scoffs.
"Really? That can't be, you're strong, good looking and those ruby eyes of yours. Anyone would be lucking under you" Marrow grins at Mychal.
"No," Mychal said, as Marrow looked at him.
"or are you into the lads, like that pussy of an uncle" Marrow grins at Mychal, reaching for his knee.
"No," Mychal said, as Marrow stopped trying to reach for Mychal.
"Well if you want, I'm available, after all I'll show why they call be the shark" Marrow grins showing his teeth to Mychal, Marrow is bisexual and known for bedding his crew and many others, both men and woman. His dream was to be under his mighty lord Mychal but he wasn't making it easy.
Robert had enough waiting as he chugged his wine and stood.
"Been sitting here for days! Start the damn joust before I piss myself!" He bellowed, The crowd cheered for the tournament to officially begin. He sat down as his squire filled his cup. Cersei's face was filled with disgust. She then rapidly stood up and left the stage.
Robert barely cared, just drank from his horn cup.
"How come you don't joust?" Marrow asked Mychal.
"don't find it useful" Mychal said, not finding jousting useful in fighting.
"That gold would be useful, how many ships could I build with that much gold?" Marrow wonders, think about the amount of gold the champion wins.
"The Rohan horse fighting would be useful," Mychal said, as they watched everyone run around getting ready.
Rohan is a uniting of a few minor houses of the Reach, they join together after learning about the Decepticons and learn about Mychal. Mychal met the minor lords and got them to unite and became a bigger house, combining their land and resources together. The Rohan are known for horse riding and heavy cavalry, wearing the Decepticon symbol with pride in the Reach. The Rohan house rivals the other main houses of the Reach.
"Of course we have our own horse fuckers" Marrow said, he doesn't like horse riding.
"Ser Gregor Clegane!" Paige announced as Mychal, Marrow and everyone turned to see Gregor Clegane.
Many know him of his nickname, the mountain. The brother of Joffrey's personal guard. A large brute man wearing black armor that is covered in dents. There is a dark history of The Mountain. He is a knight for Lord Tywin. A killer. There was a dark rumor that on the day of the invasion of Kings landing under the mad king's reign, that the Mountain entered Princess Elia chambers, killing Rhegar's heirs before her eyes before raping and killing the once Dornish Princess. No one knows for sure if the rumor is true. But the Martels believe in it.
Mychal knows the rumors are true.
"That giant ass fucker need to go die in a dish" Marrow doesn't like Gregor, but then again no one likes Gregor. Mychal sees a big untellegent brute, when Tywin finally dies, no one would stop this monstrosity from taking over and destroying everything.
"Next, Ser Hugh of the Vale," the announcer exclaimed as a knight in silver armor came, to the confusion of a few aware of him.
"Wait a minute, isn't Hugh Jonny's bitch, since when was he a knight?" Marrow asked, seeing squires as nothing more than unpaid servants. Mychal agrees as according to Ser Barristan it takes years to become a knight. Let alone fresh knights do not compete in jousting. Ser Hugh has been there for the previous Hand and isn't experienced fighting someone like the mountain.
"Yes, yes, enough of the bloody point. Have at it!" Robert said, after the formality of the knight's address to their king.
Both knights nodded covering their helmets before taking into position. The crowd cheered loudly, impossible to hear the trumpets play. Once both knights collect their lances, Ser Gregor jousted with incredible speed. Ser Hugh's horse's speed was not stable, his lance bouncing into the air. When they met in the middle, the black knight's lance struck the white knight's shoulder, a mere tap. Two points.
They turned and Ser Hugh started the next round. Ser Gregor galloped his horse. Once more the lances took aim, the blunt lance against the fisted capped lance. What happened next no one could grasp. Something that was rare in the jousting tournament, as splinters flew in the air, screams, and shock. As Ser Hugh was knocked off his horse and laid in the dirt choking on blood, as a splinter of the lance stabbed into his throat.
Decepticon medics quickly went to his side, blocking the blood and carrying him on a stretcher, as everyone watched him get taken away.
Robert stood dumbfounded, Tommen was in shock as he covered his mouth while Myrcella covered her eyes. Joffrey grinned. Death in a jousting tourney was rare.
"That big mother fucker did that on purpose" Marrow narrows his eyes as did Mychal, he saw Hugh was missing a piece of armour designed to protect the neck from lances.
A mistake on an inexperienced knight or a ruse to cut off loose ends.
There was a moment of silence within the crowd in honor of respect
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Ned Stark watches as the sister of silences prepare the body for burial after the Decpitcons attend at healing him, they were able to stop the blood flow but the shock of getting stabbed stopped his heart. Ned and Ser Barristan watched on as a man wearing dark cloth, with the symbol of the seven and Decipstion on it.
"Does Ser Hugh have any family?" Ned asked them.
"None, I stood vigil myself for him, he had no one else" Ser Barristan pity the dead knight.
"He has never worn this armor before?"Ned asked, looking at the brand new armor getting cleaned.
"Bad luck going against the mountain" Ser Barristan said as the man in the dark cloth saw.
"Another one die to his blade" the man said in a voice of sorrow, Ned looks at him.
"I wasn't aware that septons could follow the Decepticon way '' Ned asked, curious about the septon as he nodded.
"I am a man of the seven, a devoted follower, but I'm only a man my lord, I can only do so much for the dead and those who suffer from it, every day I watch the stranger take the lives and every day I try to help with the mother's mercy or the father's justice. But I'm only a man but the decepticons taught me how to be more than a man, so here I am, watching everyone's last moments and try to bring comfort to those who lose a love one, but Ser Hugh had no one, so I must watch and pray for his soul alone" the Septon said as he helps the silent sister prepare the body to Ned surprise.
"He is only known as the Death Watcher, once a septon but after learning in the intuition he now helps many who pass the life and comfort those who need it" Sir Barristan said with respect as Ned looks at the men in shock.
"Then I won't disturb you Watcher" Ned nods at him with respect as both he and Sir Barristan leave, with the Death Watcher praying for the lost soul.
"I ask the Father to judge this soul with mercy as he passes you gate.
I ask the Mother to give him comfort in his last moments.
I ask the Warrior to claim his fallen warrior for endeavoring a great feat but fail like many others.
I ask the Maiden to soave his sorrows.
I ask the Smith to strengthen his soul to his next journey,
I ask the Crone to guide him on his journey from darkness to darkness.
And finally ask the Stranger to take him to where he can rest. Amen"
The Death watcher prays for him. The Faith of the Seven and the Decepticon have an interesting relationship, as first they didn't have anything to do with one another. Until a few decepticon that join the Faith question the faith. Which causes more than a few Septons and Septas to go there.
They tried to have some sort of influence on the Institute but weren't successful. It wasn't until the disgrace Prince Mychal came to be. Telling the Septons and Septas they are welcome to learn and ask about the Decepticon and they can join the faith but they must know the Institute is a place for learning not praying. That left the Faith and the Decepticon a cold relationship as the Decepticon accepted those the faith hated but there wasn't much they could do without violence.
Some Septons and Septas try joining the institute to influence within the but came out changed, many once devoted Septons and Septas now follow a different path. They keep their faith but they don't hurt others for having different beliefs or being something beyond their control.
Death Watcher wasn't one of those septons trying to change the Decepticon, no he was losing his faith in the Seven, and went to the institute to see if they had an answer. What he learns changes him, now he helps others with their troubles and loved ones as he tries to do the most good he can do while he is in this world until he too gets taken by the stranger.
Death Watcher can see the coming days will not be good, from what he has seen with the Decepticon and the others in King's landing he knows only times of sorrow will come and he just pray the Decepticon is ready for it.
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Knight of the Flowers, Ser Loras Tyrell!" the announcer proclaimed as the crowd cheered loudly.
He had his horse walking down the field without his helmet holding a red rose. Many maidens called out to him, to be his maiden of flowers. However, as promised he came over to Sansa and kindly gave her the rose. Sansa looked shock but blushed as she takes the rose,
"Thank you, Ser Loras" Sansa thanks but Loras looks over Reny as he smirks before he then goes over to the stage and bow to the king.
Father nodded to both men. Before they could turn to their position, Gregor's horse slammed into Loras, making the white creature step back. Loras smirked, shaking his head at such antics. The black knight looked pissed under his helmet as he marched to the position.
Both men secured their shield, helmets, and lances until in the ready positions.
The fanfare blows
The Mountain takes charge. Ser Loras followed after. Both held their lances with such speed and strength, no hesitation or signs of adjusting their lance. Once in the middle, a collision struck as splinters flew. Ser Loras got Ser Gregor Shield knocking the knight and his horse onto the ground, destroying the fence. Everyone watched in awe to see the Mountain crumble. He took off his helmet and waved to the crowd, making way to the stage to receive his award.
The mountain stood furious, yanking his helmet off. "Sword!"
His page rushed over with his master sword. The mountain unsheathed the broad sword and had his horse come to him. Suddenly, he struck the sword on the dark horse's neck, decapitating it to everyone's horror. Ser Gregor marched over to Loras swinging his blade, Loras saw it and used his shield blocking the blow of the blade, yet knocking him off his horse.
The tall brute hacked his sword at Loras, whose only defense was a shield.
'CLANG'
A loud sound of steel striking against steel echoed around in the silent arena. What they saw made their eyes grow impossibly wide. Mychal had blocked Gregor's two-handed swing with his Mace. Loras, meanwhile, had fallen on the ground and was staring at Mychal in wonder and a hint of relief.
"Know your limits, animal." Mychal started. "Tywin would have you killed for starting a war with the Reach." Mychal knows the Mountain is Tywin's mad dog but even Tywin knows a kingdom is more valuable than a big brute.
Then, he pushed Gregor away and made him stumble back. Further angered at being shown up by a teenager, even though it was Mychal, Gregor charged at him in mad rage.
Mychal simply side-stepped the stab, as Mychal turned to swing his mace on Gregor's back, injuring him and making him stumble. Gregor turns furiously as he swings overhead, aiming to cut Mychal's head clean off but Mychal ducks and smash Gregor's leg. Gregor roars in pain holding his leg as Mychal hits Gregor unprotected face.
Gregor stumbles on his back as he holds his head in pain, Gregor looks up on his swollen eyes to see Mychal ready to smash his face as other Deceiplce surround him, Mychal swings this Mace down on Gregor head intending to smash it to pieces.
"Stop his Madness in the name of your king" Robert looks pissed as Mychal stops his mace right above Gregor's head. Mychal still holds his mace as Gregor head.
"I said stop fighting you damn bastard" Robert growls as some of the kingsguard start to draw swords but so do the Decepticons. The area was tense until Mychal lifted the mace away from Gregor's face.
"the only reason you alive is because you're the one that kill the Targaryen babies, that's all you are Gregor, a stuipid fat slave for your master to point at, go back to your master Tywin, animal" Mychal pointed his mace at Gregor who immediately got up and started walking away at a fast pace.
There was complete silence in the arena. Until Loras walks up to Mychal.
"I owe you my life, my prince," Loras said as Mychal looked at him.
"I'm no prince" Mychal said as Loras grabs Mychal's arm and lifts it up to the cheers of the common folks, some nobles and the Decepticons. The other nobles were taken aback by the cheers being showered at Mychal. As Robert stared at his son in anger, anger for Gregor not killing him and for Mychal becoming so strong.
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The Eastern Road
Tyrion Lannister was pulled off of the horse he was on.
"Remove his hood," Catelyn ordered. The bannerman did so, and Tyrion blinked as he adjusted to his surroundings.
When he had arrived at the Crossroads Inn, he had not expected to find Catelyn Stark there. He was further surprised when Catelyn called upon the bannerman of her former Riverland
home to help her arrest him. Bad luck for him that there were no Decepicons at the Inn at the time. They would have stopped it or at least gotten him to king's landing to face a real tial without Noble's inference.
Tyrion noticed something about the road they were on.
"This isn't the Kingsroad. You said we were riding for Winterfell." Tyrion asked after looking around.
"I did. Loudly and often," Catelyn replied.
"Very wise," Tyrion answered.
"Lucky for you that there were no Decepticon around. Must've stayed off the road until now to avoid them. I imagine that, even if they did not spot this little group, they would have heard of what happened. Words probably reached my father by now, if not my nephew Mychal first. Would you be so good as to untie me?" Tyrion holds his tie up hands to them.
"And why would I do that?" Catelyn asked, keeping her voice stern, she could not help feeling a little troubled when Tyrion mentioned Mychal. She had seen him at Winterfell, the disgrace prince with an army of bastards and scum. She has seen Mychal strength and doesn't want that to be unleashed on her family.
But she believed what her childhood friend said when he named Tyrion as the man who ordered the assassination on her son, Bran. She needed answers.
"Why not? Am I going to run?" Tyrion questioned. "There are bands of hill tribes and shadow cats around."
"Hill Tribes and shadow cats are the least of your worries." Catelyn warns as Tyrion gets an idea of where they are going.
"Ah, the eastern road," Tyrion noted. "You're taking me to your sister in the Vale to answer for my imagined crimes. Did you know that your sister's changed, Lady Stark? She was always a bit touched, but now? You might as well kill me here." Tyrion said, knowing Lisa would have him kill for some reason or another.
"I am not a murderer, Lannister," Catelyn glared.
"Nor. Am. I." Tyrion glared back.
"I've only just met the Starks at Winterfell, and only interacted with Jon, and none of your true born. With that in mind, let me ask you this. What possible reason would I have to threaten your son? I have nothing to do with the attempt on his life." Tyrion tries to get a reasonable answer for this.
"The dagger that was found-"
"Do I even look like the kind of person who carries a blade? Do you have any proof besides word of mouth? My father won't stand for this my lady, despite his hate for me I'm still a Lanister and capturing one affects the other and my father will turn his wrath on those precious to you" Tyrion warns, knowing his Father cares more about the family name then himself, and will not let anyone weaken the house.
"Should I gag him?" Rodrick interjected.
"Why? Afraid I'm making sense? Tell me, is a war worth it, your home and family will suffer, mark my words." Tyrion countered,
The argument was interrupted by stones suddenly showering the bannermen. Several hill tribesmen stood overlooking the group as they used their slings and managed to hit one or two bannerman. Tyrion took cover next to a rock wall as Rodrick told Catelyn to stay down.
Several tribesmen appeared on the road and charged forth. Fighting broke out between the two groups. A sellsword, named Bronn, waited for a tribesman to charge him and blocked his strike before placing his blade at the man's throat and slicing it open. He ducked under another tribesmen's attack and slit his belly open before grabbing a third man, throwing him onto the ground and stabbing him.
Tyrion looked over to see that Catelyn had drawn a dagger to defend herself and ran over to her.
"Untie me!" he shouted. Catelyn hesitated so he continued. "If I die, what's the point?"
After another moment of hesitation, Catelyn cut Tyrion's bonds. Tyrion then grabbed a shield from a fallen man and used it to block stones that were thrown. A hilltribes man charged him, but was suddenly struck by an arrow. Confused, as no one had a bow, he glanced around and suddenly spotted two men, dressed in dark green hooded cloaks held together by a silver clasp in the shape of a triangle, with a helmet inside.
"Decepticon ranger!" Tyrion realized as He watched as two more Decepticon rangers suddenly appeared from some bushes and began striking down tribesmen with their hand-and-a-half swords.
Decepticon rangers are tracker and hunters, keeping an eye on travels incase of bandits and hunting down those that break the law. They are paid by the Decepticon in order to maintain order in the seven kingdoms.
Tyrion spotted the horses and considered taking one and escaping, taking advantage of the distraction provided by the Decepticon . But he looked back at Lady Stark and saw that a man was about to attack her.
"Oh, to hell with it! Starks owe me for this!" Tyrion thought as he slammed his shield into the tribesman's leg. The raider fell to his knees and Tyrion hit him again. He then began stabbing the pointed end of the shield into the tribesman's face over and over again.
The last few tribesmen attempted to flee, but were shot down by the Decpitcons. Bronn walked up to Tyrion and glanced down at the man Tyrion killed.
"Your first?" he asked to which Tyrion nodded. "You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight."
Tyrion glanced over towards Catelyn.
"Well, I'm willing if she is." They both grinned at the joke.
The four Deceictcons walked up to Catelyn's party and stood across from them. After a moment, Catelyn spoke up.
"I thank you for your help, Rangers." Catelyn thanks, having heard of Decepticon defending people but didn't believe it until now.
"No need to thank us. It is our duty to keep travelers safe on the road, Lady Stark," the head ranger answered.
Catelyn stiffened at being addressed by name.
"You know who I am?" Catelyn asked, surprise they knew.
"Yes. We've been following you since you took Tyrion Lannister prisoner at the Crossroads Inn." He answers, having seen the party gather and follow after hearing Catelyn call the river lord banner men.
Catelyn and Rodrick's eyes widened in shock. Their attempt to remain discrete was all for naught.
"But how? We never saw you."
"Stealth is a ranger's specialty, Lady Stark," the ranger replied.
"Before you ask, whatever business you have with Lord Tyrion is not our own. However, as you see before you, there are only four of us rangers here. We often work in groups of five, but I sent our fifth member to report to our General. He'll most likely have sent word to our leader by now. I would expect another visit from the Decepticon soon, as the General will most likely receive orders regarding this matter. Good day, Lady Stark." The head ranger said his farewell as the other rangers turned back towards the bushes. One foot in the foliage and they disappeared. Tyrion grimaced as they did. He had hoped they would force Catelyn back to King's Landing.
However, the Decepticon rangers were a mercenary force, not a watch or guardsmen. Catelyn taking him prisoner was technically not a matter under their jurisdiction and authority unless ordered.
But Tyrion now had a spark of hope, as the Ranger was correct. Mychal knew where they were heading and would be able to respond quickly. Tyrion was confident that the Legions would receive orders to have him released, or at least escorted back to King's Landing for his supposed crime.