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Aegon the Conqueror
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He quietly listens to the conversations around him, might just be he could hear of someone looking for work. Even a fool had his uses, so he was ready to pick just about anybody. As the conversations trailed into the mundane and everyday in which he had no interest, his thoughts went back to that night in Pentos...

It had been raining for near a week. His ship, the San Sapito, had come into the port heavily laden with spices, spun gold and silk. Although Rygar preferred making his trade the honest way, he was Ironborn, and Ironborn took what they wanted. Two weeks from Pentos he had overtaken a merchant vessel and sent her to the bottom the sea, but not before relieving her of her precious cargo. His first mate was busy haggling with the slave of an atrociously fat Pentosi Cheesemonger, Rygar looked on quite bored. That changed in an instant however. From the shadows he emerged, clothed in a dark grey cloak, hood drawn up over his head, dripping from the rain. Not until he dropped the hood did Rygar recognize him, Renwyck Snow. He immediately rose to embrace his cousin from Winterfell, however the look on Renwyck's face gave him pause. Renwyck spoke in a solemn voice filled with sorrow, "Rygar I...I'm sorry but your sister..."

Rygar was violently jerked from the memory by the inn door slamming open. Three Gold Cloaks entered, swords girded at their sides, spears in hand. What the hell were Goldcloaks doing in Oldtown? Their chainmail jingled and their boots thumped against the wooden floor as they strode towards the inkeep. The inkeep said something in a low voice to them, then pointed at Rygar. He immediately rose from his seat, his hand on his sword.
The commander looked him over and loudly announced, "Rygar of Pyke, you are under arrest, by order of his grace Aerys Targeryen."



-- Edited by Aegon the Conqueror on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 08:34:05 PM

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Rygar had but a moment to measure his opponents. Ugly brutes the lot of them, but broad shouldered and mean looking. He'd never ran from a fight before though, and decided he could easily slice one or two of those fat bellies before ending up with a blade through his groin. A shiver ran through him and he could feel cold sweat dripping onto his stained, unlaced v-neck. But then just as he was drawing his sword, a thick choking smoke started filling the inside of the tavern. In that split second of confusion, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing him by the wrist. When he turned he saw a raggedy man urging him on: 

- There is no time, quick! Quick, ye bastard...follow me.

For a moment Rygar thought he recognized the mouse-like features of his old nemesis, Stuart Liddle.





-- Edited by Macha on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 07:26:21 PM

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Everything happened so fast ... The choking smoke , made his throat burn ... his eyes sting . Thoughts raced through his mind.
Why was Stuart there? Who was the raggedy man? His sister ... by the Gods! His sister ?
He heard shouts and curses . Then a blinding pain . . The man was urging him on ... He didn't.. want .. to ...



-- Edited by YvyB on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 07:56:38 PM



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-- Edited by YvyB on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 08:31:18 PM

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Behind them the Moist Kraken had gone up in flames. 'What the blazes was going on?' Rygar wondered. After they had ran several blocks they both stopped for air. Rygar was doubled over, he was not as young as he once was. When he finally caught his breath he turned to Staurt. Staurt's front two teeth poked out over his lower lip, his beady eyes shining in the moonlight. Rygar looked him over and said, "Before I'm going any further you are going to explain to me what is going on! When did you talk to my sister? The last I heard from her she wrote to me that she had found employment as a handmaiden to Lyanna Stark."
A shadow fell across Stuart's face and he spoke in a thin whiny voice, "Lady Lyanna has disappeared, Lord Rickard rides for King's Landing I don't know why, there are some some half crazed rumors going about saying she was kidnapped by wildlings, or Ironbon. I've even heard some say she was kidnapped by Prince Rhaegar....I was the one who found your sister though, alone in Lyanna's chamber, her wrists were slit...I'm sorry Rygar. I promised her I would find you."
Rygar blinked back the tears, his father had always told him that crying was not something a man did. He placed his hand on Stuart's shoulder, fully intending to thank the man. All of a sudden he felt dizzy, his strength was ebbing away. He looked down to see a wicked knife protruding from his belly. He looked up into the eyes of his murderer, there was no joy in Liddle's eyes. He grasped at his stomach, trying to stop the rapid blow of life's blood. When Liddle withdrew the knife Rygar collapsed.
Stuart stood over him, bloody blade in hand, "I'm sorry my friend, but the Eunuch can't have king Aerys hearing what you have to say." With a quick stab to the neck, it was all over.

End of the prologue.

 

Chapter 1 Renwyck



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-- Edited by Aegon the Conqueror on Wednesday 5th of December 2012 08:35:44 PM

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So here is a place where we can all get our "Creative Writing" on and also have a place to rack up some easy posts.  This thread is for everyone so please leave out spoliers.  The concept is to each create a new character (or use one from the books) from GRRMs ASOIAF.   The story begins, and we each take turns adding to the story with our separate posts.  There are no rules or outline to follow. You do not have to directly reply back to continue what someone else is writing.   You can make up places, events, etc.  You do not need to follow events in the books.   We each add something and then work off each other to continue the story.  I have seen this before in other sites.  It may not work out.   I know I am not very good at it but lets see what happens.

I will begin.

The setting is in Oldtown, Westeros, pre Robert's Rebellion, inside a busy tavern. 

 

Rygar Maidenbreaker of Pyke sits in the corner, alone, at The Moist Kraken tavern in Oldtown weary from his two day voyage back from Pentos.  It has been four months since he has been back in Westeros and he is drinking in mock celebration.  Three mugs of beer finished already and he orders another from the buxom red haired tavern wench.  She has been teasing him all night as she deliberately leans forward exposing her ample bosom each time she pours him another round.  He sees in her eyes that she is not just flirting, and that there is an open invitation for him. All he needs to do is reach out and take it.  However, tonight Rygar has no interest in fucking tavern bitches.  He fingers the leather on the pommel of his Broadsword.  Tonight is the night Rygar hopes to track down those responsible for what happened to his sister, but first he needs to find people willing to join with him...  



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Stuart twisted Rygar's wrist until the sailor yelped in pain and dragged him across the tavern floor, spilling tables and chairs to the chagrin of the other patrons. Among the shouting and curses erupting in the Twisted Nipple, they slipped outside. Stuart paused in the threshold to survey the streets that ran brown with muck and shit churned by hooves of passing horses.

-Quick as we can, Maidenbreaker. They'll give chase and scare up a few friends along the way.

Rygar retrieved his hand and rubbed his aching wrist.

- I'm not going anywhere with ...

Rygar's head rocked back as Stuart gave him a meaty slap across the face.

- Fool! I promised your sister her child would see her uncle's face. There is no time, follow me!

Stuart took off into the darkness and rain, Rygar followed.

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He walked up the docks alone and more than a little afraid. The sun shone down on Oldtown, a beautiful summer's day, yet he could not take joy therein. He had left for the Quill and Tankard to seek out news from the Maester Apprentices that sometimes gathered there the night before. He had heard some disturbing rumours about Lord Rickard. He loved and respected the Lord well. He had been given the rank of sergeant in the guard of Winterfell, a favour some would say simply because he was a rumoured Stark bastard. On that he could not comment, but his stocky build and dark hair did little to detract from them.
Lord Rickard had given him leave to find Rygar after the death of his sister, the man's only living family, the father having died during a reaving, leaving Rygar the San Sapito. He had come back to the ship to find it seized by Gold Cloaks, the entire crew arrested. For what reason he dare not enquire, or risk being arrested himself. One dared not irk the displeasure of the Mad King.
Rygar it seemed had disappeared completely it seemed. A strange coincidence, but one that Renwyck was determined to find the truth of.

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Finding truth in the taverns and brothels of Old Town can prove difficult. Renwyck, well aware of this began to weigh his options.

What would the Mad King want with such trash as the iron born trader named Rygar Maidenbreaker?

That was a question that would need to answered. But How?

He started the long walk to the stables when he heard a whispering of little girls.

"Rygar will return" said the blue eyed blond with the Dornish accent. 



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Apologies, but the chat has voted, and this thread will be re-opened with new rules. Closing up shop here.


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Please follow the link for Tales of Westeros Vol 2.0

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