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[VIDEO] backdated, shortly after NPC post
» WHO: All
» WHEN: The morning following Tyr and Laufey's announcement on 7/17
» TYPE: Live broadcast
[ It takes some tinkering and awkwardness at first, along with a series of huffs and grumbles you thankfully miss... but when the feed does appear, enjoy a perplexed Daenerys looking at the screen (as well as a reflection of herself, Jon, and Robb). They are wearing modern clothes: button-down shirts for the men, a blazer for Robb, and a royal blue halter-like dress for Dany. ]
Well met, Wanderers. [ … she is speaking to you all, she hopes. ] My name is Daenerys Targaryen. This is Jon Snow and Robb Stark.
[ The feed will jerk as she attempts to angle the screen to both men, respectively. It's not at all elegant, and is, in fact, an eyesore to watch. Which is why seconds later she gives up on it and leaves the strange screen in place in front of her. (Robb gets up as if to try and help her, but his attempts are just as bad as hers. Eventually, he gives it up as a bad job too. Jon, who had inclined his head when Daenerys attempted to introduce him, merely watches now with a skeptical expression: it's going to take a while for them all to get the hang of this.) ]
In our world, war is commonplace. We have armies and generals, as well as a means to communicate when there is an attack on a city or castle. Here, that doesn't seem to be the case. [ Which is strange to her. For all her wariness of these self-proclaimed gods, the smallfolk of Asgard appear to be happy. ] It's why we've approached the gods about a means of gathering. The chaos which followed the dragon's appearance makes us believe that a type of war council is necessary for this realm.
[As Jon begins to speak, he seems a little bit uneasy, slightly awkward, but as his words spin out and gather momentum, he becomes visibly more comfortable with the idea of addressing everyone. It doesn't come as naturally to him as it seems to come to Daenerys.]
When the people of a realm don't work together to face a threat, the end is calamity -- death and hunger and suffering, for those who fought and for those who could not fight. When we know what our strengths are, we know how best to defend against what may come. And when we know what to do, we can be ready to do it, even when we face something that seems impossible to overcome. This is our realm now, all of us. Today, we can put our strengths together. We can begin to make those plans. Maybe we won't ever need them, it's true, but if we do, we won't be caught unawares again.
I know that you may not know us. Each of us has been a king or a queen; not one of us was born with that title. None of us means to try to rule anyone else here, none of us expects to be the loudest voice on any council, but we all have experience with planning for war, and with several kinds of threat.
Daenerys rides a dragon at home, and has taken cities in the East and freed thousands upon thousands of slaves there. I have been Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and King in the North: I've spent long years scouting and defending and preparing for great attacks on my homeland, fighting Wildlings first, and then making an alliance with them to fight the Army of the Dead. My brother Robb was King in the North before me; he was a successful general several times over in campaigns in the southron lands. He knows tactics, battle strategy, better than almost anyone you'll ever meet.
We have all fought for the lives and safety and freedom of our fellow men. We want to continue to do that here and now. We want you to join us, if you will.
[ Jon looks over at Robb, and Robb picks the thread up: ] Understand, we are not asking to go to war. This council is only meant to make certain that we are not caught so off our guard as we were when the dragon attacked. In order to do that, we’re going to organize the council into different groups: preparations, battle and response. We Wanderers come from different worlds, and in times of crisis our different strengths come out. We need to combine our strengths and work together if we are to effectively respond to whatever threats may come next.
( OOC #1: if you want to address a specific cast member, please indicate that in the subject of your comment--otherwise we’ll read it as fair game for any of us to attack C:
OOC #2: We made a spiffy ooc post detailing the war council, as well as sign ups for it. Check it out HERE. )
» WHEN: The morning following Tyr and Laufey's announcement on 7/17
» TYPE: Live broadcast
[ It takes some tinkering and awkwardness at first, along with a series of huffs and grumbles you thankfully miss... but when the feed does appear, enjoy a perplexed Daenerys looking at the screen (as well as a reflection of herself, Jon, and Robb). They are wearing modern clothes: button-down shirts for the men, a blazer for Robb, and a royal blue halter-like dress for Dany. ]
Well met, Wanderers. [ … she is speaking to you all, she hopes. ] My name is Daenerys Targaryen. This is Jon Snow and Robb Stark.
[ The feed will jerk as she attempts to angle the screen to both men, respectively. It's not at all elegant, and is, in fact, an eyesore to watch. Which is why seconds later she gives up on it and leaves the strange screen in place in front of her. (Robb gets up as if to try and help her, but his attempts are just as bad as hers. Eventually, he gives it up as a bad job too. Jon, who had inclined his head when Daenerys attempted to introduce him, merely watches now with a skeptical expression: it's going to take a while for them all to get the hang of this.) ]
In our world, war is commonplace. We have armies and generals, as well as a means to communicate when there is an attack on a city or castle. Here, that doesn't seem to be the case. [ Which is strange to her. For all her wariness of these self-proclaimed gods, the smallfolk of Asgard appear to be happy. ] It's why we've approached the gods about a means of gathering. The chaos which followed the dragon's appearance makes us believe that a type of war council is necessary for this realm.
[As Jon begins to speak, he seems a little bit uneasy, slightly awkward, but as his words spin out and gather momentum, he becomes visibly more comfortable with the idea of addressing everyone. It doesn't come as naturally to him as it seems to come to Daenerys.]
When the people of a realm don't work together to face a threat, the end is calamity -- death and hunger and suffering, for those who fought and for those who could not fight. When we know what our strengths are, we know how best to defend against what may come. And when we know what to do, we can be ready to do it, even when we face something that seems impossible to overcome. This is our realm now, all of us. Today, we can put our strengths together. We can begin to make those plans. Maybe we won't ever need them, it's true, but if we do, we won't be caught unawares again.
I know that you may not know us. Each of us has been a king or a queen; not one of us was born with that title. None of us means to try to rule anyone else here, none of us expects to be the loudest voice on any council, but we all have experience with planning for war, and with several kinds of threat.
Daenerys rides a dragon at home, and has taken cities in the East and freed thousands upon thousands of slaves there. I have been Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and King in the North: I've spent long years scouting and defending and preparing for great attacks on my homeland, fighting Wildlings first, and then making an alliance with them to fight the Army of the Dead. My brother Robb was King in the North before me; he was a successful general several times over in campaigns in the southron lands. He knows tactics, battle strategy, better than almost anyone you'll ever meet.
We have all fought for the lives and safety and freedom of our fellow men. We want to continue to do that here and now. We want you to join us, if you will.
[ Jon looks over at Robb, and Robb picks the thread up: ] Understand, we are not asking to go to war. This council is only meant to make certain that we are not caught so off our guard as we were when the dragon attacked. In order to do that, we’re going to organize the council into different groups: preparations, battle and response. We Wanderers come from different worlds, and in times of crisis our different strengths come out. We need to combine our strengths and work together if we are to effectively respond to whatever threats may come next.
( OOC #1: if you want to address a specific cast member, please indicate that in the subject of your comment--otherwise we’ll read it as fair game for any of us to attack C:
OOC #2: We made a spiffy ooc post detailing the war council, as well as sign ups for it. Check it out HERE. )
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Exile is exile, isn't it? I don't have to know you to understand that — especially if you lived with the belief you were going to be beheaded as a boy.
[ She doesn't pity him for that sort of life, and her tone is far from suggestive of it. Her tone isn't dismissive, either, for she can understand part of it. There's no kindness in growing up with the fear of death... no matter the gestures proffered along the way.
It's more than she understood of him for the months that they were allies in her time. ]
I lived half my life believing the Usurper's dogs were coming to finish the task Stannis failed.
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But he won’t be moved, and he won’t admit out loud that they’ve lived similar childhoods. ]
It wasn't a belief. It was the agreement made before I even left Pyke.
[ YOU CAN'T COMPARE THEM, DANY!!! ]
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[ Wow, don't tell her what to do punk. DEATH THREATS ARE LEGIT. ]
How old were you when you left Pyke?
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[ It wasn’t exactly a secret. Theon had been a sensitive child, but sensitivity isn’t welcome on the Iron Islands. With two brothers dead, he had been made into Balon’s heir overnight. It was his duty to be there as his father bent the knee and re-swore his fealty to the Baratheons. He heard of his fate with his own two ears, and he was reminded of it every day that he saw Lord Stark’s grim face. Eddard never even had to say a word. He merely had to exist. ]
I was ten.
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[ It's not as if he bettered the kingdom, after all. And with his death, war ensued, the instability of the Seven Kingdoms all but guaranteed with no Targaryen heir. It's enough to have her glancing away, briefly, lips thinning. ]
I don't recall my brother telling me of the Ironborn siding with our House during the Rebellion. Nor did he tell me of your people siding with the Usurper while my family was destroyed. What did your father do, to displease the two?
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[ The truth of the matter is that the ironborn seldom ever side with anyone. The ironborn do what’s convenient until they can break away and do what they prefer. So they had bent the knee to whoever wore the crown, but remained rather neutral and unsupportive during Robert’s rebellion, allowing the mainlanders to squabble among themselves over their iron chair.
He’s surprised that Dany doesn’t know what his father did to displease Robert, however. He thought everyone knew about Lord Balon’s failed rebellion. It’s something the ironborn are so often mocked for; or at least, it’s something Theon has been mocked for as Balon’s son. ]
You don’t know? The Iron Islands were independent once, long before your father and mine, with their own king and their own crown. My father wished to reinstate that and take his place on the Seastone Chair. He rebelled against the crown. Needless to say, Robert didn’t like that.
[ He smirks; he could not care less what Robert liked. ]
But he and Lord Stark were good friends. You displease one, you displease the other.
[ That's how Theon always saw it, at least. ]
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[ She shakes her head. It's the first time when speaking with him she's a look of regret to her. ]
That rebellion occurred while I was still a girl, perhaps while my brother and I lived in Braavos, and I too young to recall it. Or, it was while we — traveled. [ He didn't need to know they fled from household to household, fearing assassins on their heels. ] Westeros was nothing more than a story to me, and my brother was busy enough with teaching me the histories of my family.
[ The rest of it... perhaps she ought to have asked Tyrion about that. It seems silly in hindsight to not question more insistently why a Greyjoy was in the North. ]
Sounds like they might've been better off married to one another.
[ Sorry not sorry Starkies, there's no love lost for either man. ]