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>Dragonstone was an alien place to you, a place of myth and wonder as much as the noble seat of your host lord, there was much and more to learn exploring the castle [Explore Dragonstone]
>Two and twenty years ago your grandsire lost the Valyrian steel Axe "Crab claw" when he was dishonourably slain off Dragonstone in ambush, seeking it out would bring you respect no doubt, more importantly it would restore honour to your Family. [Seaside search]
Dragonstone was a beautiful place you decided as you walked the castle, everything about the castle was dragon fashioned though for artifice or fetish you could not determine, dragon locks, dragon gargoyles, dragon bannister’s even a dragon mawed portcullis, if you were a simpler man or of less discerning taste you might think it overdone but all it did was remind you of what had once nested here near three centuries ago years ago, the last Dragon was thought to have died in 153 A.C after the dance of the Dragons had brought death upon the dragons and near same to the Targaryens, no maester, sorcerer or mad king could bring them back it seemed until the Storm queen of slaver's bay had hatched them with some eastern sorcery or trick and brought her own fire and blood to the old cities and freedom to their slaves, those were wild Dragons now though feeding off men as much as cattle if your cous lord Daemon was to be believed.
Wandering the parapets of the inner wall you could see the outer wall was black brick, no different to that of crab isle though mimic enough in the dead of night to pass for what the inner black wall was, fused black rock, it sent a shiver up your spine to see such work lacking signs of human touch to its construction, you scarcely believed in magic but their was little explanation otherwise to its craft, as if the stone was cast like molten metal.
You caught a glimpse of the training yard and your lip curled as you spied Blonde Jon afield laying a squire with flowing dirty blonde hair into the dirt with his usual viciousness to the laughter of a dozen onlooking squires, his Knight ser Merywn looked on in muted disinterest his conversation with another knight forgotten. You turned for the outer wall before you could be consumed by the need to beat him, you were skilled there was no doubt about it but Jon had proven himself as capable as yourself, if the two of you came to it, it would be a close thing if it ever came to pass.
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