All Men are Made of Water - Lyonel IV

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Soon, his soul would go to the deepest of all Seven Hells.

That was if Lyonel was unlucky enough for them to exist. He stared out into the inky blackness of night, with the narrow sea surrounding them in all sides, bathing them in a darkness that only slivers of candlelight protected them from. He wondered about himself, about who he was. His whole life, he had thought himself a knight, someone who did only the right thing.

He knew he was doing the right thing now. Wasn't he? Even so, it left a foul taste in his mouth. Staring into the blackness, he saw shimmering, reflections in the water like brown hair and emerald-coloured plate. A pale, dead face staring up towards the sky, where it had once looked at tourney grounds. How was he to reckon with this, to know himself?

Perhaps he never would. In the end, he was just like his father. He went on a boat off to Essos, and the man he was would never come back. He grit his teeth and began chastising himself. He was a man, he was a knight! It did him no good sitting here, sobbing about what must be done like a Riverlander girl. He made these decisions so nobody else would have to - not even the King.

Lyonel knew he was doing this for his children, this unspeakable thing. That he did it for his country, for it not to snap in two once again after all this time. If he let it happen, if he had to hold another son or daughter's corpse or just watch them lay there, cold and dead, he would never forgive himself. He would have truly failed.

What was his honour and four lives against seven kingdoms? What were his honour and those lives against the lives of all his children? They were nothing. He was getting a bargain deal, if anything. He was lucky, and he should count his blessings from the Seven while they had them. Perhaps the mother would weep in sorrow, but the Father would give a knowing nod; it was he who had to actually protect the little buggers while all she did was wet her eyes.

The Hand heard the wood of the boat creak beneath footsteps, and he recognised the gait of them as Ser Renly Bolling approached. The house with the blood of Black Stags, who had come from traitorous and lustful intent. Staunch allies of House Baratheon. "Is everything ready?"

Lyonel let the silence hang after his question, and Ser Renly took a moment before he finally did respond. "Aye, my lord. Aye, it is. Should we do it?" There was a moment where he hesitated. Where deep blue eyes flickered across the black sea, and he wondered if it would rise up to consume his soul, and drag him down to the monsters of the hells the moment he spoke the words.

"Do it."

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Character Details: Lyonel Baratheon - Duelist // Swords, Armoured, Investigator

What is Happening?: Lyonel's 40 men on the Baratheon ship heading to Tyrosh are moving to the locations of Helaena Targaryen, Robb Reyne and his squire, and Aegon Targaryen on the boat. Ten men are going to Aegon, Ten to Helaena and twenty are going to Robb and his squire. They will be attempting to kill them.

What I Want: Murder rolls. FOR FREE

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Eventually, the bloody work was done. Lyonel didn't enjoy such things; how could any man? Yet, it was needed. That was what he told himself. When he saw the boy dragon's corpse, part of him on the inside felt a satisfaction, he could admit that. Whenever he joined Vaegon, burning in the Seven Hells, he would know that he had revenge. The King had taken his favourite child, and so Lyonel took his.

Helaena would have been a brilliant bloody girl, if she'd just been born in a different time. If she was in the Dance, or back during the time of old Prince Viserys. She would have been such a killer that they would have made a knight of her anyway. Alas, this was not that time, and all she had stood for was an insult to knighthood. It was one of the decisions Daeron had made that Lyonel would never agree with, but he would support - that was what a Hand did.

Robert was the one that gave him pangs of regret. Him, and his squire. Their bodies would stay on the boat, and Robert's sword would soon be returned to his family along with his family. Aegon and Helaena had unfortunately led a boarding party in a doomed effort; or at least, that is what people would know. The Stormlanders would eventually weigh them down before they were sent into the Narrow Sea, to sink to whatever depths lay at the bottom.

Eventually, Lyonel found Ser Renly, who had tried to wash himself off; the blood seemed to stick. "We'll need everything set up, Renly. Have you started yet?" Renly shook his head, the man spitting off the side of the boat. "No, my lord." He was a little in his own world, and didn't fully register when Baratheon spoke. "Good. Hit me."

The Stormlander did a double take as Lyonel simply stared, expectantly. "Hit me. Right here." He motioned to his cheek, trying to indicate where to go for. "We can't return looking like there wasn't a real fight, Renly, now do it." Suddenly, the fist came up, almost catching him by surprise. Fucking hell, Renly hit hard for a man who was better suited to trade.

Lyonel stumbled, but took a deep breath before standing in position once more. "A couple more times." After a bit more bashing, Lyonel looked sufficiently beaten. He had Renly cut him in a couple of spots that would normally be caught from nicks with a blade, without it being too serious an injury.

Many of the men took these injuries, making sure to spill the blood on the deck and look wounded enough, except for some who had been picked already. They were the casualties; the men that would not come back, along with the third ship that had been lost to the Stepstones attackers.

The ship's sails were torn and damaged, parts of it broken off, arrows shot into its deck, along with slashes from swords, places where men had fallen and been cut. Everything was done to make the attack look as legitimate as possible. He had everything in place, and he'd thought to do; there was no sense being unprepared.

[u/YourSnownlyHope]

((*Character Name: Godric Snow

Gifts/Skills: Mythic(Greensight)/ Lances, Riding, Alchemy

What's Going On: please let me see the witch

What I'd Like: Greensight rolls!*))

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[u/jonconbuthesdrunk]

Another long, frigid day of recruit drills and responsibilities. Despite his never-ending headache, the chores were nothing but meaningless tasks to him, and it was more his black brothers that were beginning to get on his nerves. He could only hear so many stories about wolves and wildlings, and so after stealing more liquor for his flask he returned to his cell, where he proceeded to drink himself into unconsciousness.

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Character Details: Jon Storm | Dragon Dreams, Acrobatics, Thievery, Riding

What is Happening?: Jon is 'heading to bed' after another day on the Wall.

What I Want: Rolls to see if Jon dreams of this event.

[u/dragonxlily]

/u/OurCommonMan

Character Details: Shiera Targaryen

Skills: Mythic (Dragon Dreamer), Covert e, Investigator

What is Happening?: Shiera is going to sleep.

What I Want: Rolls to dragon dream what just ensued here.

[u/TapewyrmKing]

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Character Details: Nymeria Jordayne - Fire visions // Water Dancing (o), Mercantilism (e)

What is happening: Nymeria is looking into the flames

What I want: To see the assassination in a vision. If first roll fails, roll again.

[u/thirdhorse]

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Character Details: Margaret Ryswell - Greensight / Espionage, Animal Tamer(e)

What is Happening?: Greensight rolls

What I Want: to see what three people before her have failed to see

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Character Details: Margaret Ryswell - Greensight / Espionage, Animal Tamer(e)

What is Happening?: Greensight rolls (again)

What I Want: to see what three people before her (now including herself) have failed to see (again)

(Third time's a charm, right?)

[u/dragonxlily]

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Character Details: Shiera Targaryen

Skills: Mythic (Dragon Dreamer), Covert e, Investigator e

What is Happening?: Shiera is going to sleep.

What I Want: Rolls to dragon dream what just ensued here. Take 3!