Chapter 7: 6: The Defiance of Duskendale Part 4
(Order of Artys Duskendale Den, Duskendale Secondary Sewers, Duskendale, The Blackwater Rush, Blackwater Bay, The Crownlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar Arryn and Ser Arthur Dayne were in the Order of Artys Duskendale Den, but The den was fucking empty.
''I thought they'd be here, I ordered them to be here. So why in the ever living fuck is this place fucking empty?'' Rogar asked no one in particular.
''Attacked maybe? Forced to retreat?'' Ser Arthur offers.
''Doubtful, If it were we'd never have gotten inside. The Order has a scorched Earth policy of taking the invaders with them if the Den is breached. No this is something else, Ser Arthur, Don't move.'' Says Rogar as he turns and see's Ser Arthur's position and hears an audible click.
''Why?'' Asks Arthur.
''You just activated something.'' Says Rogar as a Wall slides away to reveal a hidden staircase.
''Huh, Wasn't expecting that. But alright stay here, there's no guarantee this isn't a trap and so if it is one, then it is you who stands the best chance of informing The Royalists to prepare for the worst case scenario.'' Says Rogar.
''Fine, I don't like this little Lord, but your logic is just sound enough'' Says Ser Arthur.
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Rogar having ditched Ser Arthur finds his way to the true Enclave below.
''A Falcon fears but one thing, what is it?'' A voice echoes.
''A Falcon fears no one, but he does fear the possibility of never soaring the sky one last time.'' Says Rogar in reply.
Slowly Dozens of Order Members reveal themselves.
''Welcome to The Dusk Enclave. We are at your service.'' Says a man wearing the Den Leader Pauldrons.
''I can't speak long but listen up, in this year A lone Kingsguard will scale the wall and sneak into the city disguised as a beggar, I will join him, the night before it happens I will have The minstrels play the Rains of Castamere seven times over seven hours. That's when you ready yourselves to let the Royalists in. You Drop the bridge, Slip a slow acting poison into the water supply and food stores of the local Barracks hours prior, and get the Darklyn newborns to the Den in the Eyrie any child older than 3 you leave behind. Oh and one more thing get a way into the Red Keep straight here to Duskendale. Specifically the chambers of the future Princess Consort of Crown Prince Rhaegar. I want them to have an escape route if necessary. Good day.'' Says Rogar before he turns around.
Not five seconds later Ser Arthur has arrived.
''Well?'' Asks Ser Arthur.
''They're not here, but they left me a means to contact with them. Let's get out of here.'' Says Rogar. As Rogar moves to pass Ser Arthur holds a mailed hand up in his path.
''Your lying, you used me to get you here in one piece., and you ditched me under the pretext of me being in the best position to escape. Now you're gonna tell me why.'' Says Arthur.
''I can't tell you unless you swear a specific vow.'' Says Rogar.
''Give me the words if it means you'll speak truth.'' Says Ser Arthur.
''Swear upon the Seven that if you break faith with me by telling anybody you will run Dawn through the belly of Ashara, Allyria, and Arnolf. That you will then do the same to yourself if you tell a soul without my permission? Including The King or The Crown Prince, especially the Crown Prince? Swear This and I won't have you slain by the Order.'' Says Rogar.
''You walk a dangerous line boy.'' Says Arthur.
''So do you old man. Swear me this and I swear to you that I will never lie to you.'' Says Rogar.
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''So be it. By the grace and the name The Mother, The Maiden, The Smith, The Crone, The Father, The Warrior, and The Stranger I swear to honor your wishes and that if I break this trust that I will run Dawn through Arnolf's Belly, Allyria's Bell, and.....and Ashara's Belly. This I swear.'' Says Arthur very hesitantly as far as Ashara was concerned.
''Good. Come on out.'' Says Rogar as his Order appears half a second or so later.
''Ser Arthur Dayne, meet the Order of Artys Arryn, the single longest living Secret society in the living world. The Order of Artys is an ancient sect of warriors and scholars who at the orders of an Ancient Arryn King went into hiding. I rediscovered them searching for something else. They answer to me, not my father. They keep the armor of Ser Artys and his Weapons. It is my goal to become a Knight before I claim my House's Ancestral Armor and Weapons. I refuse to shame the Armor and Weapons by not at least being Knighted before claiming it. Hence why taking control of the Order is almost half as important as maintaining its anonymity..'' Says Rogar.
''I don't follow.'' Says Ser Arthur.
''The Armor and Weapons have been forged from Meteorite Ore, just like Dawn. They are the Armor and Weapons of Ser Artys Arryn Westeros's Very First Knight of The Vale and King of Mountain and Vale. As such I can only bring myself to claim said Artifacts as a King or a Knight. To do it as anything less would be tantamount to walking into Great Sept and pissing in the Ashes of Every Targaryen King since King Aegon The Conqueror.'' Says Rogar.
''You do not feel worthy of claiming them yet.'' Ser Arthur realizes.
''Correct.'' Rogar replies rather simply.
''Now come, we must return to the Camp, no doubt father is worried sick, and King Tywin is anxious for news.'' Says Rogar deliberately calling Tywin King to try and provoke a response from Ser Srthur, who apparently didn't notice his ''slip up''.
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(Ser Arthur Dayne POV)
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Rogar was an odd one, he creatively mixed words to reach an emphasis on what he felt. He could have just said it didn't feel right claiming The Armor and Weapons of Ser Artys I Arryn, but he instead said claiming it now would be tantamount to walking into the Great Sept of King Baelor and pissing in the Ashes of Every Targaryen King since King Aegon The Conqueror.
This showed two things, a level of immature maturity I'm one so young, and it also showed he placed great emphasis on not bringing even a little bit of dishonor - imagined or otherwise - to such precious Artifacts.
Ser Arthur was very keen to have the boy squire for him now...
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Theragfromthecrag And with that part 4 is done.
I apologize if it seems a little disconnected from the previous chapter, but I didn't want to leave you guys in the wait again because tomorrow I have a ten K walk uphill with my Duke of Edinburgh group.
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Chapter 8: 7: Defiance of Duskendale Part 5 / Rescuing The Mad Hatter part 1
(Royalists Camp, Outskirts of Duskendale, Duskendale, The Blackwater Rush, Blackwater Bay, The Crownlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Time-skip: Six Months Later)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar was in the Royalists Camp, it'd been six long months since laying the groundwork with the Order of Artys to sabotage the Duskendale Defenses when Ser Barristan Selmy would inevitably scale the battlements to rescue The Mad King.
During this time he'd been training crazily with Ser Barristan Selmy, Ser Arthur Dayne, Lord-Commander Hightower, and Ser Jonothor Darry. At least when Lord-Commander Hightower was available to train with that was, since for the most part Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan were Rogar's primary Sparring Partners.
Ser Jonothor Darry was content to occasionally join, preferring to sit back and observe before joining the fray suddenly and without warning. He'd expanded his Arsenal so to speak, making use of an assortment of extra and additional weapons when an opportunity to take a bite out of his opponents defense presented itself. He used Daggers, Dirks, Caltrops, and Stilettos to great affect. He had also taken to experimenting with Poisons, finding a preference for a mixture of Spotted Manticore Venom, Sweetsleep, Wolfsbane, and Widow's Blood. The Formula being a closely guarded secret that only him and Oberyn knew how to produce and cure.
The Spotted Manticore Venom extended the agony and staved off the sweet kiss of death by several days, The Widow's Blood when mixed with Sweetsleep shut down the bladder rather than cause the victim to drown in it's own poisons causing their bowels to overload on fluids and when it overloads completely the Wolfsbane kills them at long last, and he hadn't used this against the Kingsguard obviously.
He sat alone while Lord Tywin and his War Council discussed their options.
''We can't wait any longer, Lord Denys will be given one day to release the King before I give the order to storm the town. Rogar will your mercenaries come through for us?'' Asks Tywin.
''For One Hundred and Five Thousand Gold Dragons all of which has to be paid in Silver Stags they'll poison the Garrison and destroy the controls holding up the Bridge. I just need a day and an evening to signal them. I'll have the minstrels play and the Garrison will die in their beds and the main gate will fall.'' Says Rogar as he idly begins sharpening his Knives and Daggers and shit with a whetstone.
''Lord Hand, I beg of you, delay by just a day to give me a chance to infiltrate the City and rescue The King, if I fail then if nothing else I will take as many of them.'' Ser Barrristan pleads.
''It's not a terrible idea Lord Tywin. My Mercenaries could get us a few uniforms to sneak into the Castle. Ser Barristan and I could slip in and free the King while the castle sleeps, or alternatively take Lord Denys Son's and Heirs hostage and force him to capitulate if we threaten to Hang them for every hour he refuses to surrender.'' Says Rogar.
''No, Save my father.'' Rhaegar orders.
''As you with my Prince.'' Says Rogar as he stops sharpening his Knives, Dirks, Daggers and Stilettos after Lord Tywin bows his head to the Crown Prince's Order.
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With the Monetary compensation promised he was now positioned to fund a search for Valyrian Steel in Essos. By using Silver Stags it'd be simple to exchange them for Gold Dragons and back again through several different banks and moneylenders before creating such a complex and convoluted trail that not even Varys could track the money
See Silver Stags were generic, unlike Gold Dragons which were minted at one of the Three Royal Mints of Westeros and had unique identifiers allowing them to be tracked accordingly, Silver Stags were Practically untraceable. The Three Royal Mints were located at Lannisport, Oldtown, and of course King's Landing itself, but only Oldtown's Royal Mint produced Silver Stags and not Gold Dragons and and/or Silver Stags.
So by asking for Silver Stags it are tracing the route of changing hands supremely more difficult.
''Are you ready?'' Ser Barrristan Asks the young Rogar whose twelve years seem unreal when looking at his maturity and thoughts.
''Ser Barrristan is it a good idea? What we're doing? King Aerys has always had his quirks, but I worry for his mental health if he's been in a cell these many months. Forgive me, I grow weary of this conflict, let us rescue The Mad Hatter.'' Says Rogar.
''Is that supposed to be a compliment or not?'' Asks Barristan who never really paid attention to the cultural arts in his long life.
''You'll find out won't you? After this is done, you'll see a lot of mind blowing theatrics.'' Says Rogar as he makes a mental note to produce a cultural Renaissance by making the Westerosi equivalent of Shakespeare, The Odyssey, and Lewis Carroll Come to the GoT. Of course it was to sere as a front for certain things but for now time to save Aerys, as shit of an idea that it was when one inevitably saw in hindsight a few years or so later.....
But this was a necessary evil for eventual long term success and reward which would prove vital in the days and months to come. He'd ask for something that could either fuck everything up or make things interesting and possibly easier, and Honestly either one was probably not a good or terrible idea...hehe all jokes aside he had two things he really needed and one that he probably wanted more than he actually genuinely needed at all..
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This originally was gonna be the usual stuff, but I decided to throw in something else, now next chapter will start off mid rescue before turning sideways at which point it'll Flashback to just a little bit after where this chapter left off.
Gonna try and slate two chapters for release next, but that could take a week or two. I've also got to help Bova with his things as I do touch up work for him.
Anyway... It's short I know but....
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