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((So proud right now…))
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A comet the color of blood and flame cuts across the sky. And from the frozen wastes of North to the scorched deserts of Dorne, chaos reigns over the realm.
House Stark has gone to war over the death of Venser Stark, the man once called the most honorable in all Seven Kingdoms. His eldest child, Elspeth Stark, has been crowned Queen in the North and her host struggles against the Lannisters as the rest of her family comes apart at the seams: her crippled brother Ajani Stark disappeared in the wake of the sack of Winterfell, headed North for the dangerous lessons he was promised beyond the Wall. The Night’s Watch itself is under siege by the King-Beyond-The-Wall, Garruk Rayder, but the bastard-born Gideon Snow has somehow managed to etch out a bloody stalemate.
Over the dark waves and all the way to the Iron Islands, the Driftwood Crown remains held tight in the hand of Tezzeret Greyjoy as he plots a rebellion with a better ending than his last. His only son Jace Greyjoy leaves behind him the smoking ruins of Winterfell as he retreats to Deepwood Motte, now wondering if his father and once-exiled uncle Ral Greyjoy have made more enemies than their House can afford with such ambitious plans.
In King’s Landing, the hated child-king Domri Lannister is welcoming new arrivals to his court of terror. His uncle, the much-feared Sorin Lannister, has taken the reins of power from the young king and his manipulative mother Liliana Lannister, the Queen Regent: his secret correspondence with Nissa Frey may yet bear dark fruit. Domri’s marriage to the ever-deceptive Vraska Tyrell has been brokered and through it the Tyrells have gained the handle on the throne they’ve been angling for, but for how long will this be enough to satisfy them?
On Dragonstone the ever-furious Chandra Baratheon seethes over the insults the other great lords have inflicted her, real and imagined, and prepares for war as the ever-enigmatic Blue Woman, Tamiyo, whispers of fate and prophecies in her ears.
And as chaos spreads over Westeros, another power rises across the Narrow Sea: Sarkhan Targaryen raises his dragons and waits, dreaming of the throne of his forefathers…
askdomri asked: Domri puts up a finger to counter the point, (in a clever manner, may I add) but it slowly falls down. "Oh." He rubs the back of his head. "I'll take my chances with the Rakdos. Maybe someday I'll be able to come?" He asks, hopefully.
“When you have a wish for death perhaps. I am fighting a war there, Domri. Don’t throw away your life being so reckless.”
askdomri asked: "You ever met the Rakdos, Elspeth? They lack nerves. They can't cringe! I've never seen it, and I launched a bolt of fire energy that exploded into 3 beasts, one of which was also on fire (a mistake, of course!) and the cultist stared the beasts down as their pants soiled themselves. No cringing. Just fear, but they won't show it. Do you mean that these Phyrexians are like the Rakdos?"
“But they are still flesh and blood. Phyrexians are far worse. They feel no pain. They feel no fear. They feel nothing for they don’t even have flesh to feel it with. They are beings of living metal, only with the instinct to further their ‘Great Work’. They see us living things as playthings.
Have you seen a man get skinned alive and have that replaced with metal? Have you seen that same man slowly lose his mind as his blood is replaced with oil? And after he is considered ‘compleat’ thrown into the cells of people just to see what would happen?
That is what the Phyrexians will do to you.”
askdomri asked: He grumbles, kicking a rock. "I'll follow you if I wantnngThnrg" His voice trails off. His demeanor changes as he looks back up at Elspeth. "What horrors are even on this plane? Like what could really be that bad? Bad enough for even a dynamite gal like you to be afraid?"
“Phyrexians. Things that have plagued my nightmares since I was a mere child. These things make the Rakdos cringe.”
askdomri asked: "Pshaw! You can't tell me what to do! I'm coming eventually, once I figure out how to control this 'planeswalking' thing, or whatever. What idiot coined that phrase? And really, what could be more horrible then seeing Lavinia's face, amirite?" He goes for a high-five.
She does not return the gesture and only stares sternly, “Did I stutter? You understand the words coming out of my mouth correct? Do. Not. Follow. Me. Child.”
askdomri asked: Domri looked at Elspeth inquisitively, then his eyes sparked up as he bluntly stated, "If you want it more boring, does that mean it's interesting?! I wanna go! What do you do on Mirrodin? It sounds like a coolio place! Made of metal? Sweet! Can I come?"
“You do not want to go there. You will die. There are horrors that you would never believe there.”
You cannot come.”
askphage asked: Ahh it's the knight, one of this body's previous inhabitants friends. I hear her screams and cries out, you know Jeska loved you and like oh so many people you knew she died. Oh If only you were there, you could have saved her, but no, she's gone, and only echoes remains. Elspeth, Elspeth, Elspeth how many friends must you loose.
If you can still hear her she is not dead. Not truly.
I will live to make sure her death is not in vain.
askbraids asked: Heh... heheh... you've got nice teeth.. heh.. I love you...heheheh
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asktherelentlessgreenwildman asked: I love you.
Elspeth felt her heart quicken immediately at his words. Garruk was not one to lie. She knew his words were true. “I…” She found herself with a lump in her throat, unable to speak. It would be easier to face fifty Phyrexian Obliterators right now than put her thoughts into words.
Instead, Elspeth simply reached up to pull the druid’s head down into a tender kiss.
askdomri asked: "I'm Domri! Domri Rade. Wild child of the Gruul. Also, I'm really cool. I live on Ravnica! I'm part of the Gruul. It's kinda boring there. Did I mention I'm Gruul? It's cool. Where do you live, Elspeth?"
“Yes, you said several times you are of the clans. I currently live in Mirrodin, a world of metal. Personally I would like it to be a little more boring from time to time.”