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Crowns, Empires and Swords

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a part of Crowns, Empires and Swords, by TvAddict13.

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this role-play is a revive of crowns, empires & swords. http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/crowns-empires-swords

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Da'Karro Misantri [304] Death, torture, sex, its all a service to Ishka, in time you will serve her too, or I will serve her your blood.
Clara 'Scarlet' Stark [291] "I don't know where I belong anymore..."
Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger [250] "I will bathe in your Blood, or so it's been said."
Jon Stark [235] "The North Remembers..."
Amelia Targaryen [140] "I will do what Queens do. I will rule."
Queen Tenanye Ananse [95] "Beyond, beyond the mountain line, The grey-stone and the boulder, Beyond the growth of dark green pine, That crowns its western shoulder, There lies that fairy-land of mine, Unseen of a beholder."
Robb Stark [93] "This war is far from over."
Godking Wanhope [92] "Soon everything from the Greenland Sea to the Antarctic Ocean will belong to Khalidor."
Ajax Alexander [80] "Being a hero doesn't mean you're invincible; it means you're brave enough to stand up and do what's needed."
William 'Will' Casey [73] "She is the Captain, that is all I have to say."

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Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin
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They had been at sea for days and Davina was slowly but surely becoming restless and weary of the sea. There was nothing to do and even less to sea. Blue. All there was all she could see was blue. From the clear skies to the seemingly endless water all there was to see was blue. She was sick of the color blue. With a sigh of annoyance Davina left the busy crewmen on top of the ship to there work as she went below seeking out the princess for some needed companionship. She found Kenna below deck in her sleeping quarters, "Are you as tired as I of being out amongst the water?", she spoke as she entered the princess's quarters.

Kenna looked up from where she sat smiling as she fought to hold back her laughter. Davina might of had her sealegs firmly in place but she did not have the required patience to handing being at sea for long periods of time. While things always started out well after the first couple of days passed the young girl would become antsy and irritable with anyone who wants Kenna. Kenna found it to be somewhat humorous but she would never be foolish enough to laugh in the face of tribrid. Even if that tribrid was her trusted friend and lady-in-waiting Davina. "We shall be docking soon enough Davina." Kenna's voice was one of reassurance as her eyes followed her lady as she went over to the table were the pitcher of honeywine sat upon a wooden table. "Why don't go find Mira or Jasunr? I am sure one if not both of the twins could come up with something to keep you occupied until we dock. I mean aside from drowning yourself in wine."

Two days ago their ship had docked in the Kingdom of Tripartite. There they had restocked the ship and collected the half-blooded royal twins to company them on the rest of their journey to the Valyrian Kingdom. It had been a little over a month since the tourney in the South Pacific Kingdom and weeks since alliance had been finalized in her home of the South Atlantic Kingdom. Since then everyone had returned to their residing kingdoms and all had been peaceful in the world. The ruling royals of the three kingdoms had decided to meet up at least once every month to discuss things and more importantly see each other. In the week ruling the tourney the stay in her kingdom had brought them all closer and friendships had formed. In some cases more than just friendship had blossomed.

I rather be drowned in the sweetness of honey then the salt of the sea." Davina spoke matter-of-factly as she chugged her third glass of wine. Davina could drink any man under the table. Due to the supernatural side of her she had an extremely high tolerance for alcohol of all sorts. Plus the alcohol curved her craves of blood which when stuck in the middle of the ocean with hundreds of annoying seamen proved beneficial. "But now that you have mentioned it I suppose I will go tracked down Queen Mira. I always seem to find her in the midst of something or another." A muffled laughter escaped Kenna as Davina downed one last glass of wine before leaving her alone again. What am I going to do with that one? She thought to herself as she got up to pour herself a glass of what little of the wine remained.

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The invasion of the south had begun. Khalidor's hordes had been unleashed upon Labrador City's territory, storming it with great speed. Most of the towns and villages surrendered without a fight, but those that resisted were easily defeated and the people enslaved. Spies that had infiltrated Labrador City had reported that most of the area relied on local militias and their was no central army. If they were to quickly gather a force it would only be twenty thousand at best. The Godking would not even allow the city that much time.

Wanhope's main force waited outside the gates of Labrador City. The camp held a large host of one hundred thousand. All were being called forth to enter formation, unpack the trebuchets, and the meisters were gathering in circles to prepare their spells. That was his trump card. Hundreds of meisters to reign fireballs on the city while the siege equipment worked their own magic.

The Godking was within the command tent, coordinating with his generals. The strategy was basic. Reign magic and projectiles on the city for the first hour at a constant rate. If the city still held then the seige towers and the capped battering ram would go at it. Meisters would accompany the ram to use spells against the gate. Once the gate was broken down then the infantry would move into the city in Tortoise formation to capture it. Wanhope knew that before the night was through that the city would either surrender or be reduced to dust.

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Character Portrait: Amelia Targaryen Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Mira Alington Character Portrait: Dalila Malyns Character Portrait: Jasunr Alington Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Ajax Alexander
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The ruling monarchy of the Kingdom of Tripartite along with Princess Kenna and her lady Davina from the South Atlantic Kingdom were set to arrive in the capital city of Valyria in a mere few hours. She had gotten word of the ship's nearing arrival and the news delighted her as she had been looking forward to the long overdue reunion. While thoughts of the grand feast, sweet wines and stories to come flooded her brain the one thing that was eating at her involved Princess Kenna. The princess had never once mentioned Drake City or the vengeance she wished to have on it and it's king but Amelia knew that she wanted it. For it had been what drove the young future kingdom to seek new alliances to begin with. Now that she had them it would only be a matter of time before the Drake King would fall and join his parents in death.

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Soaring through the clear blue sky above the green winged beast flew over his mother and brothers resting below. Amelia always made time for her children and today was no different. With her largest Drogon by her side she watched her Rhaegal as he happily flew about knowing that his mother's eyes were on him. The meeker of the three Viserion was in his own world as he whipped his meaty carcass about like a simple rag doll. These were the times Amelia enjoyed the most. She could spend hours doing nothing at all but watching her three dragons just be. As Rhaegal landed Drogon let out a scream as his spread his wings of black and red and they stirred the air. Drogon took off into the air and Rhaegal followed his brother's lead as they began chasing each other through the sky.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight as her gaze fell to Viserion. Sliding down off the large boulder that she had been sitting on she walked over to the white dragon. He had devoured the carcass he had been playing with moments before and he now resting with his head laying on his tail. She could tell he was readying himself for a nap as he's eyes would close for longer and longer periods of time. When Amelia knelt down in front of him his eyes came open, "You’re lazy," she told him, scratching under his jaw. "You should be playing with your brothers." Viserion was delighted by the gently touch as he began to make a sound that made Amelia think of a purring cat.

"Khaleesi!" Ser Jorah Mormont her protector and faithful advisor called out to her. Running her hand along top of Viserion's scaly head the fire that swelled within his body could be felt by a simple touch. "You behave yourself," she told him lightly kissing the top of his head as she rose back to her feet. "What is it?," she asked as she came to side in front of her knight. "Your guest will be here shortly. Come you maidens are ready to have you bathed and dressed for the arrival." Nodding Amelia followed Ser Jorah back into the house she could ready herself for the arrival of her guests.

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The night was a particularly dark one, as the Captain sat in her quarters, a twirling a coin between her fingers one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. The crew men were all out on deck, making merriment with many whores they collected during the raids, singing shanties, drowning themselves in rum and bedding woman after woman. One would think the Captain would despise this particular act but she couldn't care any less. She gave up caring years ago, all that was left was pain, and she wanted it gone. She rose the bottle to her lips and found quickly, it had run dry.

"Damn," She said and chucked the bottle at the wall, causing it to shatter against the wood.

She rose from her chair, grabbed her black coat with the blood red trim as well as the tri cornered hat with the same red trim, check to make sure her gun was strapped to her hip and then burst out the door. She looked down to the lower deck. It seems in her presence, the merry making ceased.

Everyone's gaze fell to her. "Well, splice the main brace, lads, don't let me stop ye!" She cried out and the men cheered and all began again.

The Captian walked through the crowd of men and whores with a passive expression. She wasn't one for merry making, obviously, all she wanted was her rum, it was as if she was immune to it's doping effects, no matter how much she drank, she was never drunk enough.

Soon, she found a bottle, several bottles to be exact and was on her way back to her quarters, when she felt a slap to her backside. The whole ship seem to hear the sound as again all merriment ceased and all that could be heard was the sounds of the waves. One of the men, he was new, easily in his 30's sat with a red face, and a sloppy grin. Robyn turned slowly, her head cocked at an angle.

The man grinned up at her, but it faded quickly when he saw her face.

Now, clearly this man was so drunk, he couldn't tell the difference between her and the whores, but it didn't matter, the Captain drew her gun, aimed and fired then placed it back in it's holster in the same fluid motion.

The man lay dead, his skull and it's contents lay splayed out on the deck. The Captain hardly blinked. The whores stood shaking, the crew men frozen in fear. " Well, Don't just stand there, clean it up!" She ordered with a quick throw of her hand and quickly the men rushed to clear up the remains.

The Captain made her way up to the upper deck, but she stopped when she noticed just off distance, land, lest all her crew end up dead. " Mr. Casey!" She called out and soon an a young fellow appeared beside her. Her current first mate, he was with the old pirate crew that own the Harbinger before she did. She trusted him, he was about the only person that she did and or admit to. "Spyglass." She said holding out her hand and in the same instance, one was in her hand. She rose it to her eye and focused on the upcoming land.

A low grimace rose from her throat. "Captain?" Mr. Casey asked. "We have arrived... " She growled.

Casey looked at The Captain. She knew she was annoyed by the so called Godking for sending a messenger aboard the Harbinger, and now, she was on her way to the GodKing, with his messenger's body still attached to the ship after being keelhauled.

Casey took a breathe. "Aye Captain." He said and began ordering the men to begin preparations to dock.

The Captain watched the black waters as the land of Labrador City came closer and closer.

After a while, The Ship docked and The Captain and Her First Mate, Casey made their way toward The GodKing's camp, Casey carrying the messenger's waterlogged body over her large shoulder. Casey stood a few feet over the already tall Pirate Captain. The Two were quite the sight. "Tell your King, I got his message. Mr. Casey" She nodded and Casey tossed the dead messengers body at of the the guards. It took two guards to carry the messenger's body off. "Captain, are you sure about this." Casey asked. The Captain laughed. " I am always sure, Mr. Casey, you should know that by now." She said and waiting. Casey took a breath.

This was going to be a long night.

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The siege did not last nearly as long as Wanehope had expected. He thought that Labrador would be much less willing to submit. They did offer a conditional surrender after the bombardment of fireballs had begun. The conditions were simple: In exchange for the safe passage of the royal family to the South Pacific Kingdom, Khalidor would rule over Labrador City and all of it's territory. Considering that Khalidor had already invaded half of the kingdom, it was obvious that it would eventually happen anyway. Best give up with their lives than to die a meaningless death. The Godking did not want to destroy the city, however, since it was the key to holding the realm. He gave the royal family one hundred pounds of gold and a small galley for transport that would lead them to King's Landing.

The soldiers cheered as they entered the gates. Since the bombardment was what broke the city no soldiers died in the process. Wanehope went back to his tent to receive his messages. A Vurdmeister handed him a firenote, still warm, from his meisters in the Highlands near the Celtic Lands and the English Lakes. The Highlander clan chieftains had been challenged by Godking Wanehope in open combat for the right to rule over the clans. Wanehope knew that if he could prove himself fierce to the Highlanders then he could rule them. If he ruled them then their warriors would keep order in Labrador while the Khalidoran forces moved on the North Atlantic border.

Two guards came to the tent saying that a wench captain had come to see him. "Bring her here." He told them sternly. As they left he smirked at the thought of having a privateer harassing his enemies. "Bring a silver chest from a treasury tent. Now!" He commanded a female slave. She quickly scurried off as she knew that disobedience would meet harsh consequences. Wanehope sat down on a fine oak chair, just starring at the map of the North Atlantic States.

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The guards came back quickly and began to lead them toward the Godking. The Captain looked about the place, finding the place looking freshly plundered. She smirked. This would be interesting if this was her future. She came to the Godking at his desk, looking over maps of some sorts.

"You've got quite the brass, Godking." She said with a smirk.

Godking...how very grandiose of him. " You know, I am not very fond of getting messages second hand." She said. " But I'll give you a bit of a pass. You seem to have had your hands full." She said, looking around. She'd raided plenty of Labradorian ships in her time, so she was used to the place. This was not the same place.

"So, you send a messenger to his death, for little ol me, Whatever for?" She asked, walking up to the desk, and resting her hands on the wood. It was then a frail little slave woman stumbled back in with a silver chest. " A proposition, I presume." She said, with an arched eyebrow.

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"But I'll give you a bit of a pass. You seem to have had your hands full." Wanhope gave a half smile to that comment. "You have no idea." He said as he waved the slave girl to open the chest filled with silver bars. "This is just incentive for you to listen to my proposition."

"As you can clearly see, Khalidor is expanding. I doubt that any nation around here could openly challenge our armies. There are, however, nations like the South Atlantic Kingdom or the South Pacific Kingdom that could ship supplies to my enemies. I need that threat to cease and until I can find a more permanent solution, I need to endorse pirating. I want you and your crew to attack every South Atlantic cargo ship and galley that you spot." He pulled a map out of his sleeve. "These are rendezvous points that will be set a mile within the shore line where you will drop off the plundered supplies and any non military captives. Kill any soldiers you find."

"In return I will give you your weight in gold, one pound of gold for each of your crew members, and fief to rule over when our conquests are over." He told her as he inspected his slave. Her attractiveness had waned so much since he bought her. "I would suggest taking the offer. It would be very rude to turn me down here...and we do not take disappointment well." Wanehope then put his hand on the slave girl's face and began to surge magic into her. After a few seconds her head imploded and the blood ruined the Godking's silk robe.

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"You have no idea," The Godking commented as the girl opened the chest. This pique The Captian's interested. "This is just aincentive for you to listen to my proposition." He said and Robyn smiled. "I'm listening."

"As you can clearly see, Khalidor is expanding. I doubt that any nation around here could openly challenge our armies. There are, however, nations like the South Atlantic Kingdom or the South Pacific Kingdom that could ship supplies to my enemies. I need that threat to cease and until I can find a more permanent solution, I need to endorse pirating. I want you and your crew to attack every South Atlantic cargo ship and galley that you spot." Robyn mused over this as he spoke. Mr. Casey visibly flinched when South Pacific was mentioned. She watched as the Godking pulled a map from his sleeves. She looked it over with a cock of the head.

"These are rendezvous points that will be set a mile within the shore line where you will drop off the plundered supplies and any non military captives. Kill any soldiers you find."[b]
"Alright, What does this do for me and my men?" She asked as she rolled the map back up.
[b]"In return I will give you your weight in gold, one pound of gold for each of your crew members, and fief to rule over when our conquests are over."


Robyn looked at Mr. Casey, He seemed to like this idea but he wasn't all the way there when it came to politics. She really only kept him around because he was large, obedient and good with a sword. He was attractive enough too, when she was really drunk.

She watched the Godking when he looked at the slave girl. Her time with him seemed to weigh on her looks.

Robyn used to be one of them.

"I would suggest taking the offer. It would be very rude to turn me down here...and we do not take disappointment well."
With that, he took the girls face and she began to look...strange. Robyn and Casey watched as suddenly the poor girls head exploded, the contents of her head splattering all over them.

"Magic, Captain." Casey said spitting at the ground to his left and Robyn set her jaw. She had a particular distaste of magic, after a nasty run in with an Anansai ship a few years back. After that, she'd taken to wearing a dispelling rune over her chest when she visited a voodoo queen in the south, if he'd tried that with her, she'd probably would have had a breathtaking headache but it probably wouldn't kill her.

"That was entirely unnecessary." She said wiping the blood from her face. Robyn clearly no stranger to bloodshed.

"I'll consider your offer," She said, looking at the chest of silver bars, examining them. "I must say, I am a lot lighter then I look, and that won't be enough for my men." She said and closed the chest and took a seat on the desk, her leg propped up just so. as much as she hated magic, she did find his brutality, oddly attractive.

"Here's what we can do. I'll attack your enemies, as you so wish, however, I want payment, for each ship." She said, looking at him with a dangerous smile. " There is magic involved, Godking and I'd rather not be involved in it for only one lump sum." She said rocking her leg. Casey looked uneasy as the way his Captain was flirting, men usually died when that happens but he knew she liked what she was hearing so that wasn't going to happen. "Mr. Casey, Leave us." She said. "Captain?" "
"I don't like repeating myself..."
"Aye Captain."He said and exited the tent.

"Now, Godking, if you really are a God. You shouldn't have problems with that deal?" She said and pushed herself off the desk and sauntered over to him, looking him in the eyes, merely a reach's away. . "You seem to have quite alot." She said with a dangerous grin. "Surely you could spare the expense."

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Character Portrait: Godking Wanhope Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of The Harbinger Character Portrait: Sylvia the Dark Oracle Character Portrait: Ariana of Atlantia
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Temple of the Nine, City of New Atlantia

"And so time begin with Kronica Mother of all goddesses and the Queen of time. To her was born of herself Lunia the goddess of light and life and her sister Nercoesia Queen of Darkness and death. So then did Lunia and Nercoesia dance together at dusk and dawn and from light came Philyia goddess of the sea and Syliu the queen of winds. From the Dark was born Teria of the earth and Firai of the flame on whose forge great weapons are made. Then from earth and fire came Arthia warrior maiden of the goddess. And from the sea and air brewed Donira the stormbringer"

A clapping was heard as the young robed boy finished the tale of the Atlantian Goddesses.
"Very good youngling" spoke a woman cloaked in black.
"thank you lady..." but the boy was cut short by a guard in black armor "forgive me my Lady but your Sister the queen has called for the advisors"
The cloaked woman nodded and turned to the boy "you are dismissed we will finish your lesions later."

Royal Palace, City of New Atlantia...a few moments later

The dark robed woman entered the room with a bow.

"Welcome sister Sylvia, we where just discussing some disturbing intel bought from our northern lands and our fleets in the united ocean...Lord Desimus if you would please fill in my Sister."

A strong man clad in golden armor stood "of course my Queen" he said with a bow before turning to Sylvia "We have news that the city of Labrador was sacked by the Khalidor barbarians. They may try to push into our north Atlantic holdings. The legions of the area along with the Monataur and Centaur tribes are on high alert but your sister the queen wishes yours and my presance at the front."

The Queen then chimed in "with Desimus' training and your necromancy in play the barbarians will think twice before invading us."

Sylvia sighed and nodded "As you wish Sister but was there not another mater?"

"Yes the pirate Robyn's ship was said to have been sighted..we don't know if it was her or if she will cause trouble or not but our navy has been put on alert and we have placed a blockade in the straits of Panama. But your main job is to reinforce our north may the Nine protect you."

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"Now, Godking, if you really are a God. You shouldn't have problems with that deal?" As she came closer Wanehope noticed that she appeared more attractive than before. "You seem to have quite alot. Surely you could spare the expense." He smiled. "Of course. Whatever you need." He said smoothly. If this were not a business deal then he would try to bed her. Such a thing would not be wise until her side of the deal was done, regardless of how tempting the idea was.

Wanehope glanced at his slave that was near his battle gear. "Donn my armor boy." He commanded the slave. In an hour he would need to ride through the city in person in order to reach the throne room and address his troops. The boy came over with mithral chain mail and dragon scale armor. The Godking shrugged off his silk robe that was embedded with jewels onto the damp dirt floor of the tent, leaving him clothed with only his loin cloth. As his slave donned the armor he signaled a Vurdmeister to get a small fire pit.

He glanced back Robyn. "This fire pit is enchanted by our meisters to receive and relay messages. Simply burn a letter into the flames and I will receive it in mine. Vice versa. Now enough of business. I bet that you and your crew are tired of being out at see for so long. How about you all stay at our camp for the night? They can help themselves to all the food, wine, and slaves that they can handle." He told her with a smile. Personally he could never stand being out at see, he had a personal hate for ships in general. Secretly he was beginning to enjoy her company.

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The Godking smiled down at her. "Of course, Whatever you need..." He said, his voice as smooth as the silk he wore. Robyn could see the temptation in his eyes.

She watched as he ordered a slave boy for his armor and continued her gaze as shrugged of his silk robes.

"God indeed." She grinned.

After a moment, He looked back at her.

"This fire pit is enchanted by our meisters to receive and relay messages."

Robyn walked over to him and looked over at the enchanted fire. "Simply burn a letter into the flames and I will receive it in mine. Vice versa. Now enough of business. I bet that you and your crew are tired of being out at sea for so long. How about you all stay at our camp for the night? They can help themselves to all the food, wine, and slaves that they can handle." He said with a grin.

"Very well." She said, moving closer to him. "We'll stay for a night." She said and narrowed her eyes. "Now that my crew is set, What of me?" She said, "What can I help myself to?" She asked, mischievously.

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Drake City, Citadel

All men and women in the Royal Line of Drake City possessed an immunity over fire and the power to produce and bend it to their will, but few had ever flaunted it in the way that Moloch did in his throne room. Sitting on a throne surrounded by flames stoked by slaves wielding pokers from a safe distance and fed with scented logs, Moloch cut an imposing figure as he looked down at his courtiers and military advisers.

"You are certain that the Tripartite Kingdom has allied with the South Atlantic Kingdom?" he asked calmly. A stoic-looking woman answered him.

"Yes. They along with the Valyrians will certainly join Princess Kenna in battle against us."

Moloch paused in thought. He was certainly at a disadvantage and even if he was inclined to treat with Kenna, she would not accept anything less than the destruction of his people.

"Then send word to the Khalidor, the Atlanteans, and whoever else remains unaligned with the child princess. There is plenty of land and spoils to go around when our enemies are defeated. How is conscription?"

"It goes well, milord. Our people are eager for war," a courtier noted. Moloch nodded. He eyed his Chief Engineer and the High Magi.

"And our artillery and anti-artillery measures?"

The chief engineer smiled, "Do not underestimate our people's ingenuity, Your Grace."

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"Now that my crew is set, What of me? What can I help myself to?" Wanehope smirked at the questions. He could tell her to stay with her crew though his soldiers might mistake her for a slave. On the other hand she could go to the meister quarters, which were much more luxurious, but he was almost certain that she did not care for magic. Then an idea chimed in his mind. "I have matters that I must attend to in the Labrador Castle. Things that must be addressed before the night is through. How about you come with me and spend the night in the castle? I hear that the former king was infamous for his prized wine vintage." He asked her.

Frankly Wanehope was not interested in the wine. What he truly wanted to see was the royal treasury and the city's granaries. If they were filled to even a moderate amount then that would mean that the city could act as a proper supply line to his troops when they would enter the front lines. If not then he would have to rely on other, less reliable sources.

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Aboard the Reaper, a few miles off the Labrador Coast

A dark Ship sailed out of the unnatural mist. Her sails where black as night and the ship red as blood and lined with the bones of dragons, whales...and even humans.
"the Reaper.." "Lady Sylvia..." came the whisper men of the Atlantian northern fleet.

"Good the fleet is here, as for us did all make the portal?" Asked Sylvia

"Aye my lady all hands are accounted for"

"Good we will hold here till dawn let the priests and mages rest before we start our patrols"

City of New Atlantia

Ariana stared out the window of her palace watching the waves as the crashed against the shore.

"My Queen your sister sends word She and her fleet made it though the portal safe and sound." spoke a maiden

"Very good news my Handmaiden. Have you heard to of Lord Desimus?"

"yes my Queen, his army marches the coast gathering warriors and mages as he goes.."

The sound of a portal came and from it came a fire mage clothed in red he bowed and spoke "My queen i bring news from Panama

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"I have matters that I must to attend to in Labrador City. Things must be addressed before the night through. How about you come with me and spend the night in the castle? I hear the former King was infamous for his prized wine vintage,"


The Crimson Lady grinned. "Sounds grand," She said, and while she preferred Rum to Wine she wouldn't mind tasting the spoils. She'd much prefer to see the King. He'd placed a hefty bounty on her head. She wanted to know what became of him.

"Does this former King still breathe? I would love to make him watch whilst I slept in his bed. I believe he had childern, Daughters all of age, Do I even want to know what came of them?" She said. If they were alive, they'd be slaves and her men would be quick to have at them.

"And a son, I believe, handsome bloke, if memory serves but smug little as well."

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Jasunr & Mira

Dropping to his knees his hands gripped at his skull as the pain got worst and the images kept coming. One of the many things passed on to him through his father's DNA was the power of premonition. He couldn't control when the visions came or bring them forth at will. The worst part about getting the visions was the strain it put on his mind. The images were cloudy and the voices hard to make. Unaware of what was going on around him he suddenly felt hands on top of his own and the vision and voices became crystal clear. Moments passed and the vision ended. His pain he felt subsided and when he opened his eyes his sister was knelt down in front of him. "Well that didn't look good." He sighed as she helped pull him up off the ground. When they touched each other during times of foresight their minds would be in-sync and they would see what each other saw. It not only helped to clarify what they was seeing but it always made the pain more bearable.

"I just returned from being with Davina when I saw you on the floor. Should we tell Kenna what we just saw?" Jasunr thought about for a moment before shaking his head. "If we tell her now she'll probably turned this ship around and head back home. We wait until we reunite with the others at Amelia's home. We will tell them what we saw and together we can come up with a plan of action." Mira nodded in agreement as she figured Jasunr was probably right. Both Ajax and Dalila had probably already arrived in the kingdom and it would take no longer than a hour or so to reach the castle after they docked and got moving.

Trouble always seemed to be brewing for the South Atlantic Kingdom. This time it looked like the City of Drake wasn't the kingdom's only problem. The first half of the vision had been clear but Jasunr had seen ships with the banners of the South Atlantic crested upon them. Loud cries and screams could be heard but no real words. Followed by the ocean tainted red with blood and sinking ships. The second half of the reason had been clear to both him and Mira. The Drake King was preparing for a war. They had seen his men traveling across the lands seeking alliance from anyone who would join their cause. Whatever was coming for the South Atlantic Kingdom both Jasunur, his sister and their cousins along with the dragon queen would be there to strike down any enemies that came along.


Ajax and Dalila

The black winged stallion came in for a smooth landing as it's hooves met with the dirt of land. The landing did not stop the stallion's gait as it galloped across the lands heading for the city of Valyria. Bringing the horse to trot as they approached the city both Ajax and Dalila marveled in the extravagant sights that the city beheld. They could see why Amelia had fought so hard to reclaim her kingdom."Do you think the twins have arrived yet?" Dalila asked as she waved to the kind citizens of the city as they waved and smiled at her and Ajax. A lot of people had came to a halt in awe of the majestic black Pegasus that walked the city streets. "I doubt it. With the way Pegasus flies and the speeds you swim there's no way we couldn't have beat them."

They could wandered around the entire city and never have any idea where they were heading. Through the persuading of his backseat driver Ajax was coerced into asking a guard for directions to the castle. "Hello my good sir! I am Ajax Alexander King of Salamis and this is my cousin Dalila Malyns Queen of Megara. We have come to see your queen Amelia Targaryen but I am afraid we are a little ... lost as my cousin would put it. Could you point us in the direction of the castle?" The guard smile, "I'll do you one better than that.", turning he whistled drawing the attention of two guards on horseback. Motioning them forward he order them, "Escort our royal guest to the queen." The men did not question the other man's authority as the obliged. One rode in front of Ajax and the other behind as they lead the way to the dragon queen.

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"Does this former King still breathe? I would love to make him watch whilst I slept in his bed. I believe he had childern, Daughters all of age, Do I even want to know what came of them? And a son, I believe, handsome bloke, if memory serves but smug little as well.

"The King had surrendered under the condition that he and his family gained safe passage to King's Landing. Personally I relish the idea of the worry that they will bring the southerners when they hear of the expansion." Wanehope said with a hint a excitement in his voice, but then his face dropped to a frown. "However, I would not be surprised if they did not take notice. Southerners never take heed to a problem until it arrives upon their doorsteps. It has been too long that they have ignored the North, so it is time to bring the true fires of war to the South."

Wanehope walked outside the the tent and mounted a large stallion that his slave had brought him. "Get our guest a horse." He told the slave, who quickly took one that was stabled near a tent. "The royal family is still inside the castle, gathering their belongings before they depart for King's Landing. If we ride their now then we will be able to catch them before they leave." He told Robyn.

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"The King had surrendered under the condition that he and his family gained safe passage to King's Landing. Personally, I relish the idea of the worry that they will bring the southerners when they hear of the expansion." Wanhope said with a twinge of excitment. Robyn arched an eyebrow. "However, I would not be surprised if they did not take notice. Southerners never take heed to a problem until it arrives upon their doorsteps. It has been too long that they have ignored the North, so it is ti,e to bring the true fires of war to the South."

Robyn felt a rush of adrenaline as he spoke.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?"


With that they exited the tent. Mr. Casey turned, tried to hide the small smile that had crossed his lips when he saw the Captian still full dressed and her wavy brown tresses still in their original position.

"Captian."

"Tell the men, we are staying here for the night. Compliments of the Godking, They may help themselves to food, wine and girls." She said and Mr. Casey nodded, his grin fading when the Godking boarded a Stallion and ordered one for her.

"What of you, Captian?" He asked.

"I have business to attend to. We begin our work in the morrow." Mr. Casey looke nervous but nodded as she mounted the horse. "Aye, Captian," He said and made his way to camp.

"The royal family is still inside the castle, gathering their belongings before they depart for King's Landing. If we ride there now, the we will be able to catch them before they leave."


"Then we must make haste, Godking." She said, grabbing the reigns and with a vicious crack her horse bucked and took off.

She wanted to kill something...particularly for the fact that these fools wanted refuge in the one place in the whole damned world she hated.

They'd find no peace.

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"Then we must make haste, Godking." As Robyn sped her horse off the Godking laughed. It was the first time that he had actually laughed in months. It was humorous to see a woman with so much energy. Women in Khalidor were lifeless and dull. He kicked at his horse to ride faster since she already gained a head start.

The streets were scattered a bit with pieces of broken buildings and occasional corpses. Fires burned in the distance and soldiers flocked the alleyways carrying buckets of water to prevent them from spreading. Wanehope yielded his horse when he came across a child looting a corpse in the street. The boy was startled, even more shocked when the man on the horse tossed him a small pouch of silver. "Keep it." He told the boy before he rode off.

They arrived at the castle shortly after and instead of stabling his horse, Wanehope instead rode inside the castle. Inside, almost ready to leave, was the royal family and their servants. All seemed fine except that the royal ambassador was accompanying them. Normally he would be fine with it but that man had insulted him before. He signaled two soldiers to take hold of that man.

"Get off me!" The man shouted, terrified of what may happen. "I am the royal ambassador!"

"So you are." Wanehope began. "I remember that after a border clash and we treated that I demanded that Labrador surrendered the Hudson Valley. After refusing to that you responded by saying that I was an egomaniacal, slackjaw tyrant. Slackjaw? Well I remember insults well and I always repay them." He turned to his men with a viscous smile. "Tie him up and hang him by his feet!" The soldiers quickly did so and the Godking spoke over his enemy's screaming. "This room is quite dark is it not! Best add some lighting." He shot a small firebolt from his hand at the hanging ambassador and the man shrieked as he caught on fire.

The Godking turned to the old king, his mood much less calm then before. "You know what?! Forget about being proper, we are barbarians are we not?" He came closer to the old king and spoke calmly. "Your daughters are now mine. Your wife is now mine. Your son will slave for me to the end of his days. Your kingdom will serve my line until the end of days. Know that all that you have ever loved has been taken by me. Before you leave this city I shall riddle you with scars and once in the South you will tell of the atrocities that you are about to witness. Prepare yourself for this is your night of reckoning."

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As they rode into the city. Robyn watched as the city burned around her, black smoke darkening the night while the fires lit it orange.

How she wished this was Flea Bottom and all of South Pacific...

To her surprise, while a small child scrounged up around a corpse for Gods knows what. Wanhope toss him a bag of coins.

Robyn felt a twinge of an old faded memory, of her own childhood. She shook it off and rode ahead.


Soon they arrived at the castle, and Wanhope began on the family. She spotted the quivering daughters and laughed, wickedly, scaring them even further. Or atleast one of them.

"Oh so dramatic, he is." Robyn said with a laugh. "This night is your reckoning." She mocked him playfully. "You're just showing off." She said and waved a hand as she looked about the place.

"Dear Godking, what's with the theatrics? You know full well those girls won't a day." She said as if it were idle gossip. "The old crone is too wrinkled and frail to be of any real use. She'll die from malnutrition in a week tops." She said and walked over to the girls. "These two, however." Robyn reached down and lifted the eldest girl's skirts, she was maybe a year or so older then Robyn was. "Tsk tsk, does Father know, you've given yourself away?"She asked, nodding. The eldest girl looked shocked. "H-how did you know."

"I didn't." Robyn said and looked at Wanhope. "This one. She'll make a great whore but this one." She said and turned to the youngest. She had dark hair, black as night, amber brown eyes and olive skin. "This one, is pure. I can see it in her eyes."

" I will be no ones whore!" She said and Robyn took her face in her hand, pinching her cheeks together.

There was a familiar look of defiance in her eyes. One Robyn wore off.

"Oh I like her." She said. "What's your name?"

"What does it matter?"

"Because I am debating whether or not I shall feed your untouched body to my men, or keep you as my personal slave. I'm not in a habit of repeating myself..."

"Clara."

Robyn tsked. "That will never do. How about...hmmm" Robyn looked at the girl, she was a beauty, a few years younger then Robyn, about the age Robyn was when she became the Crimson Lady. A name came to mind.

"No. Your name is Scarlet."

The girl looked at Robyn, and realised this was probably for the best.

"So Scarlet's mine. As Payment for the bounty you placed on my head. " Robyn told the old King. "I had to have many a bounty hunter scrapped off of my ship. It was tiresome. This will make up for that. However, you have him to answer to so you're not out of the fire, just yet."


"My sister and brother." Scarlet asked, looking back at them.

"As good as dead." She said and Scarlet dropped her head.

"When does the torture commence, I am dreadfully bored."

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"When does the torture commence, I am dreadfully bored." That remark truly showed how low Robyn was in the class structure. Peasants thought that physical torture was the only thing that brought grief, but that was because most of the time they only had their good health. Nobility on the other hand, especially royalty, had the weakness of their pride. All their life they live on a high pedestal with the idea that their blood makes them better than all who are not of their line.

Wanehope looked at Scarlet, who as struck with grief, and spoke out to her. "Your sister will be safe. I have found that aethlings with pure royal blood are more useful than normal bastards. As for your brother, well he may not be as lucky." He turned to his soldiers. "Take the girl to my chambers. Take the queen to the soldier barracks. I doubt anyone of them has fucked a royal before. Take the old king there as well and force him to watch."

The Godking's attention shifted to the young prince. "Regardless of your name before you will now be known as Jeffrey. You will test my food before I eat them and will be my subject when I test new spells. I have an idea for a charge spell that you could help with."

"Now as for you Robyn, you can have some fun with Scarlet. Explore the castle, go anywhere except for royal chambers and the treasury. I have some business that I need to do." With that Wanehope departed to meet his advisers in the royal study.

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[b]"Now as for you, Robyn, you can have some fun with Scarlet, Explore the castle, go anywhere excetpt for royal chambers and the treasury. I have some business to attend to."
Robyn rolled her eyes. "Captian...And you promised me a bed..." she said shortly to the Godking.

"Come Scarlet, I'm bored of this." She said. She was really hoping for blood. She'll find a reason to get it sooner or later. She started out of the throne room.

Scarlet looked back at her family. "Don't cry, they'll live." Robyn said, still walking.

"I'll never see them again."

"Nope." Robyn replied "Come along." She said and Scarlet hurried behind her.


Robyn looked around the castle idly. Scarlet lagging behind, grimly. Robyn grew annoyed as she gazed at a large painting.

"You will address me as Captain or Ma'am, are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You should be grateful. You probably wouldn't be able to handle being raped by the Godking." Robyn said, still examining the art.

"Is that what you are going to do....?"

Robyn whipped her head around, "Do what?!"

"Well...I thought...well, Your a lady pirate, I thought, you might...I don't know, want other ladies."

Robyn frowned. "If I did, It would have been your sister not you." She said and looked back at the painting. She heard Scarlet huff.

"What's that?"

"I didn't say anything,"

"You huffed just now, why?"

"It's-"

"Don't lie to me, That will lead you nowhere good."

"I don't want to take my sister's place but everyone always liked her best. She had the best suitors, mine were always ugly, old or mean...Or some combination of the three."

"Your sister is weak. She is a victim. Young men like something they can control. You, you have a look of defiance in your eyes. That deters them. They were intimidated by you. Which is why you would only get older men. Them being 'mean' as you call was to break you."

Scarlet looked surprised.

"Why did you keep me then?"

"You've alot of questions for a slave."

"I chose you, because I get bored with the company of men everyday."
Scarlet looked scared then.

"Don't look like that. You belong to me, and they do not touch things that belong to me." She said and she could see Scarlet relax a little.


"Where were your chambers?"

"I thought the Godking said not to go there."

"I'm a Pirate, Scarlet, when do I ever do as I am told."

Scarlet smiled thinly. "This way."


Soon, Robyn and Scarlet were in Scarlet's chambers.

"You aren't afraid of him." Scarlet asked sitting on her bed. While Robyn admired herself in a mirror covered in Scarlet's jewelry.

"I fear no man."

"He's a Godking."

"Like I said...How do you walk around in these?" She asked rhetorically.

Scarlet looked down. "Your men...you said they won't touch what's yours but what if..."

"Scream..."

"What?"

"Should anything happen, scream. I'll do the rest."

Scarlet nodded. "Why?"

Robyn sighed, removing the jewelrys and tossing them in a small jewelry box "More Questions?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, Now, You'll make my job alot more difficult dressed like a royal. Undress."

Scarlet's eyes widened. Robyn sighed. "I didn't say get naked, I said get undressed. You'll need to dress like a pirate if you are going to be a board a pirat ship."

"I'm going to be a pirate?"She asked, looking somewhat excited.

"I never said that. My words were you'll be aboard a ship."

Scarlet looked disappointed as she removed the top layer of her clothes but then they both heard a noise just outside. Robyn ignored it but Scarlet looked frightened. "What if he finds you in here?"

"He'll find me in here then." She said and continued examined Scarlet's wardrobe. Robyn looked at her. She was dressed in just her underskirts and a corset. "That'll do for now." She said. Scarlet stood shivering. "You'll dress in my old clothes when we board later." She said and Scarlet nodded and they both waited to see who'd enter the chambers.

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The water was scalding hot, but Amelia did not flinch or cry out. She liked the heat. It made her feel clean. As Missandei bathed her for a split second she allowed herself to remember her brother. Her mad brother who had died on the Dothraki Sea after her husband had gifted him the gold crown that he had begged for. Her brother had often told her that it was never too hot for a Targaryen. “Ours is the house of the dragon,” he would say. “The fire is in our blood." While there was no doubt that she truly did have the blood of the coursing through her veins the same could not be said for Viserys. As everyone knew fire could not kill a dragon.

When her bath had been over she walked through the conjoined door and found her other three handmaidens arguing over which dress the Dragon Queen should wear for the arrival of her guest. The bickering immediately seized when they saw her as faces become flushed and the room quiet. "Which one do you favor, Khaleesi?" Irri asked her as she laid the dress she was holding on the bed in between to others. Walking around the bed over to where the girls where she looked at all three dresses deciphering each. When she picked the one she wished to wear she saw Doreah face light up which meant she had picked the dressed the Lysene woman had favored.

With her gown chosen her handmaidens began dressing her. Instead of wearing her hair in one of her signature braided styles she has her maidens keep it out letting the loose curls fall. The blue dress has a dark turquoise leather strap that forms a cross in front and is shoulder padded. The material covering her breasts is a lighter blue and has been designed to look like dragon scales and her navel is exposed. The bottom half of the dress white with ripples. Just as she had finished getting ready a knock sounded on her door "Your Grace." Motioning for Jhiqui to get the door the copper skinned girl left her side to answer the door. Turning around on the opposite side of the now opened door stood one of the castle guards, "Your Grace, King Ajax Alexander of Salamis and Queen Dalila Malyns of Megara have arrived." Amelia couldn't help but smile. "Welcome them in. I shall be down in moment."

"Yes, Your Grace." The guard bowed in respect before taking his leave. "I will go greet the guest you four are to clean this room than go and make sure all things are prepared and ready for tonight." Each girl nodded, "Yes, Khaleesi.", came their response in unison. With that Amelia left her chambers and went to the throne room where Ajax and Dalila awaited her. "I am so glad you both made it. I hope the journey wasn't to long." Setting aside the formalities she hugged them both. With Ajax and Dalila here she knew it wouldn't be long before the others arrived. She had had Ser Jorah send a welcome party down to the docks that greet the others when their ship arrived and escort them to the castle.

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What would originally would be a massive room. theroyal study was now a clustered mess of bureaucrats, politicians, generals, and local leaders all shouting to be heard. The Godking took each into consideration at a time. The bureaucratic merchants wanted taxes to remain the same, to that he told them that it would actually be lowered, making the merchants practically jump with glee. The politicians wanted to hold their jobs, titles, and land rights. Wanehope had no intention with replacing them and told them so. Rule would be nearly the same as it was before the invasion only better. The local leaders demanded to know what would become of the peasant population and the refugees. The Godking informed them that camps would be built for the refugees and new towns that would supply the Khalidoran army would be built for them to relocate to. The peasants would have their taxes reduced and the man of the household would be given one copper piece for each child he had.

Wanehope believed that by reducing taxes and pouring money into the lower class would not only create new loyalty, but also allow the economy to grow. After all, Labrador had practically monopolized the grain trade in the region, a trade that was massively profitable if handled properly.

The generals were the last ones to discuss their problems. Measures were being taken under to employ what was left of the Labrador military and the city's guard were under their control. The plan was to leave a garrison of fifty thousand Khalidoran soldiers to hold the realm while waiting for reinforcements from Fuaria. The highlanders would soon be tamed and added to that garrison. Rest of Khalidor's host would immediately depart for the North Atlantic Border with a secure supply line linked to the front lines.

After an hour of discussing politics a soldier brought back the old king to their leader. They reported that over twenty have had their way with the queen while the old king had watched before they dragged him away. "Good." Said the Godking. "I have been running out of time tonight so we will have to cut this short. I, along with several other meisters, will form a circle to teleport you to safety. However there has been a change of plans. My advisers have suggested to send you to the capitol of Valyrian instead of the South Atlantic. A war is brewing and it would be best if you were far away from it. After the teleportation you may vomit some blood, but it will be nothing serious." With that he and the meisters began to chant. The reason for a circle was to aid the strongest spell caster in casting spells too difficult for them to cast by themselves. After five minutes of chanting the old king disappeared, probably ending up some where in or around the Valyrian castle.

Wanehope then departed to his chambers where waiting outside was the former princess. He gave her a grin and guided her through the doors to find Robyn and Scarlet in there. He looked at her amused for a moment before speaking. "Have you come here to watch or perhaps to join in?" He asked her jokingly.

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Robyn was looking over Scarlet clothes as the Godking entered the room.
Scarlet stiffening thinking Robyn continued to tug on her corset to make it tighter.

"Have you come here to watch or perhaps to join in?" He asked. "I don't think you will be able to handle such a event, GodKing." Robyn said without looking at him. She watched as the sisters looked at each other.

Scarlet's sister looked away from her.

"I much rather not share. Not the first time at least." She said and looked at him with a grin. " You should know, this was Scarlet's chambers, not hers. You're in the wrong room." She explained as she pinned up Scarlet's hair, Scarlet was shaking and as was her sister. Her more so.