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A Game of Thrones: Battle for Westeros » Places

Places in A Game of Thrones: Battle for Westeros

This is a list of locations that can be found in A Game of Thrones: Battle for Westeros.


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Westeros and Essos

13 posts · 9 characters present · last post 2013-08-30 16:40:45 »

         
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"Cersei!"

Cersei let out a hiss of frustration and surprise as Robin's thin, bony elbow jabbed her in her ribs.

"What," she grumbled, pushing her sister's arm away, "What is it."

Robin eyed Cersei skeptically, "Your blinder than an owl. Look down at the pit."

"I know." Cersei said, blushing furiously. She had seen Logan Baratheon observing her so coolly. He was a handsome man; that she would admit. And his eyes were beautiful. But if there was ever a stubborn Stark in love, it would have had to been Cersei. She wasn't going to give her heart away like Barbara. Barbara, who was subject to being offered up to Raith Lannister as a peace making object; Barbara who had fallen in love with a man so easily; Barbara who was going to be sold like a horse because of pedigree blood.

Of course, Cersei was well aware of the fact that she also had the possibility of being sold like a horse. But she was younger than Barbara, and so it was less likely she would go to the Lannisters. Besides, they already had enough blonde blood in them.

"You don't like him?" Robin asked, plainly scrutinizing the man, who had greeted their cousin, Jared, in the tournament pits. Sure he could not see her now, Cersei turned her blue eyes on him, observing the way he moved, the shape of his lips, his eyes, his nose...

"No, he's very handsome." She admitted, pursing her lips and blushing again, much to her chagrin, "It's just...how many of these men are really here to court one of us? Most of them are just looking for another cow to tie their families together and to produce crossbred children so Houses will cease their rivalry."

"What do you mean, 'another cow'," Little Rick said, squirming for a seat between his sisters. Cersei, admittedly, felt sorry for her youngest brother. Jason was a good eldest sibling, but not an involved brother. There was not much he and Rick did together. Jason seemed to see his primary job as taking care of and protecting the siblings. But when that was not needed, he'd often just lollygag off on his on. Rick would be left with the girls, much to his disappointment. And it was hard to babysit him all the time; especially during meetings with Richard. For the most part, people were under the impression that Richard was simply a close Stark family friend. Cersei felt that Erin often times suspected there was more between Barbara and Richard, but if he did, he never protested it. It was no secret that Erin Stark favored the young man.

On the other hand, Rick was in the dark about most of these things, and none of the girls were willing to risk him knowing.

Before the girls could continue speaking, the Stark wolves rushed in, panting and wild eyed. They were followed by a few Stark men, who eyed the children warily, and spoke in hushed voices to Ian and Erin. In a matter of moments, Erin had leaped from his seat and was gone.

Lyssa Stark began hearing her children towards the camp, while Richard made a prompt excuse and followed after Erin. And all this while, Cersei could not fathom what was happening.

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"More than a while," Jared said, clasping Logan's arm and giving him a genuine smile, "But it's good to see a friendly face in all this tension." He laughed a quite laugh, before his eyes fell on his younger cousin.

Cersei. She was staring at Logan, unperturbed, talking, quickly, by the movements of lips, with her younger sister Robin. Both of them seemed to be scrutinizing the young Baratheon man. And through this, Jared saw opportunity.

"I think my cousin, Cersei," he said pointing, "fancies you. Perhaps, I could introduce you two to one another?" Before the conversation could continue, Jared was interrupted by the sight of several Stark guards consulting his uncle. Both Derek and Richard left with Erin Stark, and Jared could feel that something was wrong.

"Logan," he said, patting the man's shoulder, "I should like to think we can converse later. I think I'll be needed shortly."

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Deanerys glowered as she spurred her spotted mare on. Dust and dirt wafted into her hair, permeating her white locks and producing a dirty but tolerable film of tan clouds before her eyes. This, she was used to. All her life she had traveled upon horseback; puffs of horse kicked dust clouds were of little concern to her.

No, it was the armies gathering before them that irked her now.

There were many horses; she had never seen such a culmination of them all at one place. These horses were different from the horses of Essos. Tall and sturdy, all the same, but thicker in terms of body and shape. They lacked the grace and slim features of the Dothraki horses. However, she could not help but be awed by the few huge horses, with feathered hooves and thick muscles. The Dothraki would admire those, she knew. But their smaller Westeros cousins would be of no use to the Dothraki; the Essos horses were enough.

Just ahead of her Khal Drogo (the second), spun his blue stallion around, urging the horse back in Dany’s direction. Deanerys had little idea of what the previous Khal Drogo had been like. Had he laughed and smiled like her Drogo when the cool night winds with tousled their hair during midnight rides? Would he hold her hand tenderly or kiss her face when she was scared? Was he smart and cunning like her Drogo, or a strong, merciless, brute?

She pressed her hand to her stomach, crumpling the soft cloth in her fingers. Had the previous Khal Drogo loved his unborn child the way she knew this one would? Or course, Dany’s stomach was too flat to betray anything just yet, and her breasts had not yet swollen. She had only suspected her pregnancy from the week before. Another month would have to pass for her to be sure. But she knew the child would be loved. By herself, her spouse, and the entire khalasar.

She had confided her suspicions in her brother Jaehaerys immediately and had quickly regretted doing so. Now a days she could not escape Jaehaerys threatening gaze that loomed over her like a storm. Nor could she blatantly avoid her brother’s unsettling advances. He had become increasingly bolder, storming in on Dany during baths and scolding her for accepting the blood of a Dothraki over her on. In a fleeting moment of panic, she had told Drogo, who had, typically, confronted Jaehaerys. This had only seemed to increase the boy’s advances for the day. His bold moves would get him killed, if he persisted, and she worried for his safety. Idiot he may be, but he was her brother.

Above her, in the skies many wing beats up, Deanerys’ two dragons floated like all seeing guards, protecting and warning her of the incoming threats. They were beautiful in the sky, like sparkling jewels in a cloth of blue.

Skywing was named on an uncomplicated way; the underneath of his wings were a beautiful blue that blended on with the sky. Targarion, too, had a straightforward name. He was named after the Targaryen’s themselves. At homage to a long line of dragons.

Upon arriving close to the gathered armies, Deanerys raised her arm. The Targaryens stopped behind her, and, save for twenty of them, remained there as Dany and Khal Drogo went forward with their small splinter group.

“Armies of Westeros,” she called out, “We come in peace and we bring gifts for all of you.”

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Erin Stark looked over the crowd of gathered armies. Most of the families had assembled themselves with their armies. So to did the Starks stand, with their wolves by their side. Of course, the Targaryens had their dragons. His children were lined up in a perfect presentation, from oldest to youngest. Richard lingered close by them. Damn that boy for never being able to hide his affection. Surely, Ian would give Barbara away faster if he knew...Of course, Erin could never be sure. The girls would always claim that there was nothing between Richard and Barbara; they were just close friends.

Erin was slow to believe them. Instead he worried of what action his father would take. Erin himself was not familiar with Raith Lannister. In saying that, he was no close with the man in any way, and only knew him on a formal basis. Ian, if he knew anything further about the young Lannister was slow to share the information. He was already aware of how his son loathed the idea of giving his children away. He would not risk Erin going to extremes to protect his daughters.

As the Targaryen's came forward, so too, did the Stark. Primarily, Erin, Ian, Jason, and Jared, along with a splinter of about twenty guards. They would take no risk when dealing with the Targaryens, not with their overgrown lizards looming right above their heads.

"Deanarys Targaryen," Ian Stark greeted, as the families met in the middle. Surely other would send their families forward. It discomforted Erin, knowing they were the only Starks at the mouth of a sea of Dothraki.

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