Chapter 9: 8: Defiance of Duskendale Part 6 / Rescuing The Mad Hatter Part 2
A/N: Before we begin Merry Fucking Christmas.
Alright This'll be the last chapter of 2021, I will kick off 22 with the End of Darklyn and Duskendale. I'm just too tired, stressed out, and mentally Exhausted to produce two chapters back to back anymore this year. So....In the Slightly modified but very Immortal words of Nick Fury:
Enjoy Mother fuckers!
(Ugh, I feel shitty even writing that, Alright fuck it! Story Time!)
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(The Dun Fort, 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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''Fuck me.''
Those two words summed up the situation near perfectly. Because Rogar Was not at the Gates, but in the Dun Fort, he was Surrounded by the enemy, Exhausted and lightly wounded. He'd sent Ser Barristan and King Aerys out before the unharmed soldiers poured in, with Rogar Serving as a distraction while the King and Barristan escaped, and now was faced with a very pissed off enemy.
"Nowhere left to run kid." Says A Soldier.
"Who's running? The King is gone, and with it your leverage Lord Denys. Honestly your wife is a whore, a shame I didn't take the opportunity to slit her throat earlier, it'd be a mercy compared to what the Mad Hatter has in store for her. Still, let's end this. I ain't no Knight, nor no King, but if I am to die let be with my Sword in hand."
''What is your plan? Cut a path to freedom?'' Asks Denys.
''No, I challenge you Denys Darklyn to Single Combat, you and I will battle to the death or until there is a clear Victor. But be warned Andal Blood runs through my veins, The Blood of Artys Arryn, and I will never bow so low as to kneel or submit to a traitor who rebelled over something as insignificant as a Royal Charter.'' Says Rogar.
''What would you have done in my situation boy?'' Asks Denys angrily.
''For starters you little eunuch, Increase trade with Myr, your wife is a whore, but she is Myrish. Your wife could have enabled Duskendale to become the top distributor of Myrish Lace in Westeros. You could have used the profits to expand your Trading Fleet in order to trade with the other free cities. Or you could have used it to develop your land. But no, you captured the King held him prisoner, and doomed your line to Ashes.'' Says Rogar.
''You might be right. but It's a little late now. So be it boy, I accept. Rules of the Duel?'' Asks Denys.
''Swords and Shields, Victory by Surrender or Death. No outside interference.'' Says Rogar as he draws his Sword and Shield
As Denys takes up a Sword and Shield the Charge each other as soon as they're both ready. Their Swords looking to Clash within the next few seconds.....
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(Two Hours Earlier)
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Ser Barristan Selmy and Rogar Arryn slipped inside the City easily enough, they wore Guard Uniforms beneath a beggars Cloak. The two of them were in the guise of a pair of begging brothers of the Seven. Rogar had laced their Blades with Pit Viper Venom, to speed up an enemies death.
Rogar was busy with remembering his Conversation with his Father before he departed. Ser Arthur wanted him for a squire, Lady Joanna wanted him for a Goodson, and He wanted Rogar to succeed him as Lord of Thr Eyrie soon. But Rogar wanted Myranda Royce, A Knighthood, A Crown, and a suitable legend of his own.
Rogar would accept the Squiring offer from Ser Arthur Dayne, he'd aim to earn his Knighthood either during or just beg the Campaign against the Kingswood Brotherhood. He'd be betrothed to Myranda Royce and Might hook up with Ashara Dayne, Mya Stone, and one or two certain Whores, but otherwise his life would be a good and faithful one.
''Ser Barrristan, when we get the King I will serve as a Distraction going after Lord Denys. You get numb nuts away. The Mercenaries will get you a clear path.'' Rogar Whispers his plan to Barristan.
''You can't take on the unaffected Garrison on your own it's suicide.'' Says Barristan.
''I don't plan to, I'll challenge Denys to Single Combat. His soldiers love him enough to not interfere. But It'll be to submission or death. You will need time to get the King out and I will buy Lord Tywin the time needed to storm the town and enter the Castle. The arrival of a Lannister Strike Force should allow me the chance to lop off his head or run his ass through.'' Says Rogar as he palms his Sheathed Sword.
''So be it Young Lord.'' Says Ser Barristan.
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Sneaking into the Castle wasn't difficult but that wasn't to say it was easy by any means. Because the Supplies of the Main Garrison were poisoned The Castle had it's own security heightened. Making Infiltration Slightly more difficult than expected.
But even in saying that it was by no means an impossible scenario, getting out would be the truly tricky part. Getting out without drawing attention to Ser Barristan and the King Fool would be the really troublesome part in all complete honesty.
Strangely enough the Castle Dungeons weren't nearly as guarded as they should have been. athe towers, walls, and gates were fully manned. Smart but stupid nonetheless.At least Ten to fifteen men should in the Dungeon keeping watch over the Mad Hatter.
As they cut down the two men guarding the King. Rogar unlocked the Cell and Approached the Shivering King.
''Your Grace, We're here to rescue you.'' Says Rogar kneeling and head bowed.
''Who are you?'' Asks Aerys weakly.
''I am Rogar Arryn, Your Future Warden of The East. My father Jon sent me with Ser Barristan as I had assets in the city who could help save you. Quickly my King, If we linger too long We risk exposure and recapture by the Lord Dickhead.'' Says Rogar as he heads the King his Dagger and Cloak.
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t Viper Venom, so be careful not to cut yourself your grace.'' Ser Barrristan advises the Mad Hatter himself.
''Go, get the King out of here, It's High Time Lord Denys loses his head.'' Says Rogar as the King stops to look at Rogar.
''I won't forget this.'' The King Promises.
''Remember later your grace, focus on getting to safety. I have to cause problems for these traitors to make sure you two get out unharmed.
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Rogar sat on the Throne in Duskendale's Great Hall He'd left a trail of bodies to the Hall, and was waiting for the Alarm to be raised. As soon as it did, he'd lead them on a not so merry chase. He made sure to start the trail at Lord Denys Door.
The sound of boots and armor clanking becomes more audible as the Doors of the Great Hall are thrown open.
''Took you fuckers long enough.'' Rogar says before running off.
''After him.'' Lord Denys shouts.
Chapter 10: 9: Defiance of Duskendale Part 7 / Rescuing The Mad Hatter Part 3
(Royalist Camp, Outskirts of Duskendale, Duskendale, The Blackwater Rush, Blackwater Bay, The Crownlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Jon Arryn POV)
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King Aerys was safe, but Jon's son had chosen to stay behind and cause a distraction to let them escape. He was equal parts proud and equal parts terrified. Rogar was no Arthur Dayne, but wasn't a Hedge Squire by any means.
Within seconds of entering the Camp, Lord Tywin was given the order to storm the town and assist Rogar by King Aerys. The King was grateful it seems.
Jon himself rode in with Nestor and Yohn behind Ser Arthur and Lord-Commander Hightower who were leading the charge to the Dun Fort.
Despite his worry, Jon knew that Rogar was skilled enough to be one of Westeros's more promising warriors in training and could likely hold his own for maybe an hour at the most. An hour was more than enough to make short work of the few hundreds of defenders unaffected by the poison used by Rogar's mercenaries.
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(POV Shift: King Aerys II Targaryen POV)
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Ser Barristan Selmy was a God's send. He'd rescued him from his torment, yet according to Ser Selmy it was The Young Falcon who was crucial to their successes.
This Falcon would be suitably rewarded for his heroism and valour. As would Barristan. But what could Aerys offer that would be suitable repayment of the debt Aerys felt he owed?
A Knighthood? No, not enough. A Small Council Appointment? Maybe. Ah! A Royally brokered Marriage? Perhaps that would do the trick? Wait Aerys remembered Varys making mention of a courtship between the boy and A Royce Widow.
Aerys would need further deliberation on this matter. But he'd reward the boy, twofold if he took care of The Betrayer!
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar and Denys Blades sung a song of Steel as they met each other.
Rogar had a light Fleshwound from creating that trail of bodies. Two Guards sprung a surprise on him, landing a blow to his rear midsection. Hit him right between his Cuirass and Leathers. The Leathers slowed the blade but didn't stop it from hitting skin, just from scoring any serious damage. He'd get a scar, but nothing too nasty mind.
He'd eschewed his Shield for A Broadsword and Short Sword, The Shield being much to large to carry in here. Rogar would earn His Ancestors Arms and Armor someday but He'd have a Personal Set forged out of Dragonbone, Valyrian Steel, and Dragon Hide someday. Dragonbone and Valyrian Steel would form his armor as well as some of his weapons, He'd Wield a Bow of Goldenheart enhanced with Dragonbone, He'd have A Set of Dragon Hide Leathers Beneath his armor, and he'd Wield The Sword of Artys Arryn in one hand and either his Shield or A Weapon of Valyrian Steel.
But Dreams aside,he still had a fight going....
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(POV Shift: Denys Darklyn)
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This child was skilled, he picked away at his Defenses like he was using a splinter to clean his teeth. Denys knew he'd lost, but hoped that if he died it'd spare his family attaintment, Death, and Exile. It was a small near-non-existent hope, but if was a hope nonetheless.
All Denys wanted was to win a Charter for Duskendale that would lower his taxes and increase Trade, but Lord Tywin refused. To demonstrate his anger, Denys stopped paying his taxes. It was Serala who convinced him to capture King Aerys. In the end it was all her fault, and his for thinking less with his head and more with his cock.
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(POV Shift: Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar was tiring, He'd pressed Denys a little too often, and Denys was more skilled in Counterattacks and parrying than one might think.
But while Rogar was tired, Denys was exhausted. Denys Darklyn was older and more experienced, but his Training had clearly focused on redirection and tanking an enemies Blows rather than the standard stuff. Rogar would kick off a pillar to use the momentum of falling to bring down his full weight into his blows. He'd freerun up between two Pillars sort of like an Assassin's Creed player would stepping up two before spinning a good 180 degrees to land what amounted to a Falling Avalanche type of attack.
Because of his momentum Denys seldom had the time to sidestep and redirect his strike, especially as he didn't always go for this kind of strike, sometimes stepping up once only to spin around and Lauch a riposte at his chest or somersault over him in an attempt to lay a blow against his back. He'd sequence it three times before altering randomly to keep Denys from forming a counterattack planned in advance.
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As Rogar went to slip under Denys Sword Slash, Lord Darklyn spun around to back elbow him in the face. Stunned from the surprise strike, Rogar can do nought but stand helplessly and staggered as Denys slashes at his Helm. The force of the blow sends his Helmet flying and the sword cuts across his cheek.
''You lose boy.'' Says Denys as he raises his blade to strike, but before he can trust the doors crash open and men in Lannister, Arryn, Baratheon, Kingsguard, and Targaryen Tabbards flood Inside. Reaching his hand to his short sword Rogar quickly runs Denys Darklyn through the neck and out his throat.
''No, you did.'' Says Rogar as he falls to one knee, finally letting his body relax and rest a little.
''Well done kid, well done indeed.'' Says Some Knight or noble That Rogar is too tired to acknowledge.
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(Time-Skip: One Hour Later)
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Rogar was being stitched up by Silent Sister's, when King Aerys entered.
''Leave us.'' The King orders.
''Your Grace, forgive me for not greeting you properly, my body is too exhausted to move.'' Rogar says politely.
''A very insignificant formality, Rogar Arryn for rescuing me and for Slaying The Great Betrayer, I shall grant you two boons in recognition for your efforts and heroism.'' Says Aerys.
''I would ask for a Royal Charter for the Vale of Arryn. I wish to develop the Vale and build new ports. A fitting extra humiliation to the Betrayer no?'' Asks Rogar.
''Let it be known that the House Arryn and it's vassals are granted Royal Charter permitting them to increase their standing army, receive a Tax reduction of Fifteen Percent, and may freely tax and levy their people without Crown Oversight. What would you ask for your Second book Young Arryn?'' Asks Aerys.
''I wish to serve as a page under Lord Staunton, learning how to govern as a King such as yourself does a realm would help me rule the Vale. But I wish to do this while serving as Ser Arthur Dayne's Squire as he offered to do do to my Lordly Father.'' Says Rogar.
''Tywin, see it done.'' Aerys orders his hand.....
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