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Last Time on 3rd Born Son:
The Latterborn chose to escape with their loot rather than risk venturing deeper into the Doom in search of Brightroar. During their escape, they lost many of their number and almost the whole of the expedition to an apparition of the Many face God, a Thing that sought to have them take on the debts owed by those within the doom.
With Jason's lead, the Latterborn denied the debt and managed to escape, only for Asha and Jason to be cast into the boiling sea of Old Valyria. Miraculously, they awoke off the shores of Tolos safe and sound, where they made the decision to walk the demon road to return to Volantis.
On the way there, they stopped at Mantarys, where they discovered a branch family of the Blackfyres ruled over the forgotten city of mutants and the twisted of form, the Lady of Blackscales rules. Haenora Blackfyre, daughter of Maelys Blackfyre, was informed about the fate of her father, and became distressed.
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“Sers,” you said, standing from your knee and holding your arms out “I must tell your lady the truth, but it is a harsh one, one that she will need support to bear.” You say, looking at each of the black cloaked men, then to Lady of Blackscales with your kindest eyes “Please, search me for weapons or threats as is your duty, but allow me to step closer, so I may support your lady in this telling.”
Asha looked at you with a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and the annoyance only a spouse could hold for their partner.
“No, no, y-you can stay away, Just…I d-don’t need,” The lady said, the imperial tone she had before gone, and the scared woman lost to time was laid bare.
Balarys, the black cloak closest to the Lady, stepped forward and took a knee, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to calm, though her breath still showed signs of panic. He then looked at another Black cloak and nodded, who returned the gesture. The second black cloak stepped forward, his hand on his sword, which looked to be a curved blade meant to fly out of one's sheath with ease and speed. You had no doubt that if a man were to charge any one of them, or their lady, Seven forbid, their blades would see their work before the attackers heard the grind of metal on leather.
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Last Time on 3rd Born Son:
The Latterborn chose to escape with their loot rather than risk venturing deeper into the Doom in search of Brightroar. During their escape, they lost many of their number and almost the whole of the expedition to an apparition of the Many face God, a Thing that sought to have them take on the debts owed by those within the doom.
With Jason's lead, the Latterborn denied the debt and managed to escape, only for Asha and Jason to be cast into the boiling sea of Old Valyria. Miraculously, they awoke off the shores of Tolos safe and sound, where they made the decision to walk the demon road to return to Volantis.
On the way there, they stopped at Mantarys, where they discovered a branch family of the Blackfyres ruled over the forgotten city of mutants and the twisted of form, the Lady of Blackscales rules. Haenora Blackfyre, daughter of Maelys Blackfyre, was informed about the fate of her father, and became distressed.
x
“Sers,” you said, standing from your knee and holding your arms out “I must tell your lady the truth, but it is a harsh one, one that she will need support to bear.” You say, looking at each of the black cloaked men, then to Lady of Blackscales with your kindest eyes “Please, search me for weapons or threats as is your duty, but allow me to step closer, so I may support your lady in this telling.”
Asha looked at you with a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and the annoyance only a spouse could hold for their partner.
“No, no, y-you can stay away, Just…I d-don’t need,” The lady said, the imperial tone she had before gone, and the scared woman lost to time was laid bare.
Balarys, the black cloak closest to the Lady, stepped forward and took a knee, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to calm, though her breath still showed signs of panic. He then looked at another Black cloak and nodded, who returned the gesture. The second black cloak stepped forward, his hand on his sword, which looked to be a curved blade meant to fly out of one's sheath with ease and speed. You had no doubt that if a man were to charge any one of them, or their lady, Seven forbid, their blades would see their work before the attackers heard the grind of metal on leather.
(Cont)
