Post by Meduzia on Aug 12, 2013 17:55:27 GMT 1
...may never die.
[[Basing the personality more on teenage Faith - if he hadn't died then, he would be considerably different ; v ; Cockyandarrogantomg Sorry for any typos, I'm typing on phone OTL
Faith is Ironborn because of black hair and blue eyes and because I want to marry Victarion Greyjoy e v e
Also, you have to know that this is related to canon only in sense that Victarion was sent to search for 'most beautiful woman in world' by Euron, but I didn't read any further than Feast for Crows - if it's in any way resembling original, it's accident. But it can't resemble it because I'm sadly not George Martin ahaha plottwist:thewomanturnsouttobenate/shot]]
Sea had shifting currents. Sea had storms (I am the storm my lord. The first storm, and the last, the kraken lord said). Sea had pirates and, most importantly, sea had them. Krakens, they called them, and at first that's what they appeared to be. In reality, they were worse. Ironborn, they were, and they worshipped the Drowned God.
"What is dead may never die. Instead--" - instead he was cut short and blue eues darted over to commotion - "... They will be thrown in the sea." - and thrown they were. Charles Ravensdale was not of more patient men. He wasn't even among patient ones. And the Kraken king - he absolutely refused to acknowledge the man as anything else, fearing he might admit that he deserves to be something more - and god forbid that something is family. So he was king. Charles was loyal, that was his problem. That's why a king. Kraken king. He should've sat at that goddamn chair. People would accept him and there wouldn't be Kingsmoot that insane priest wanted. Instead, he stood back, because he was younger brother, still.
Iron Fleet was all he ever had, although it was not really Iron Fleet anymore. It was pirate formation or something equally ridiculous, but it was feared. He was proud, somewhat, because that's what he did. His mood was spoiled. He didn't even kill like before. It wasn't that fun anymore. It couldn't steer him up like before, make his blood boil.
It must've been his conscience, he decided in the end. Heavily pressing on him, betrayal was suffocating him. It occupied his thoughts, day and night, asleep or awake, every meter of shore they could see and every wave clashing against the body of the ship, every tide pulling them off their way, every abomination of cursed Storm God that was after them. Every time he drowned a man without returning them, and every time he let the priest try. He wasn't as good as the one on Pyke. It didn't matter. He was there and that was enough.
They were approaching the shore once again, but he didn't go down. He watched. The brutality, the iron price (his own fingers were heavy with rings it paid, his ears pierced just so he could show them off. His own armour was taken from a dead man, and these people did the same - those were good men), he watched enslaving of women - saltwives (was he getting too old for this? Women didn't pick much interest in him, although when he was younger he liked having Aurnia Dwyre as his. Until she almost bit hus tongue away, and he gifted her to his god). Still, he didn't go down. Too much blood for nothing. People better say Charles Ravensdale is calm before the storm, if he can't be the storm itself, title claimed by the kraken lord.
The city fell down, expectedly. They might even take highborn hostages, as useless as his ling thought they were.
[[Basing the personality more on teenage Faith - if he hadn't died then, he would be considerably different ; v ; Cockyandarrogantomg Sorry for any typos, I'm typing on phone OTL
Faith is Ironborn because of black hair and blue eyes and because I want to marry Victarion Greyjoy e v e
Also, you have to know that this is related to canon only in sense that Victarion was sent to search for 'most beautiful woman in world' by Euron, but I didn't read any further than Feast for Crows - if it's in any way resembling original, it's accident. But it can't resemble it because I'm sadly not George Martin ahaha plottwist:thewomanturnsouttobenate/shot]]
Sea had shifting currents. Sea had storms (I am the storm my lord. The first storm, and the last, the kraken lord said). Sea had pirates and, most importantly, sea had them. Krakens, they called them, and at first that's what they appeared to be. In reality, they were worse. Ironborn, they were, and they worshipped the Drowned God.
"What is dead may never die. Instead--" - instead he was cut short and blue eues darted over to commotion - "... They will be thrown in the sea." - and thrown they were. Charles Ravensdale was not of more patient men. He wasn't even among patient ones. And the Kraken king - he absolutely refused to acknowledge the man as anything else, fearing he might admit that he deserves to be something more - and god forbid that something is family. So he was king. Charles was loyal, that was his problem. That's why a king. Kraken king. He should've sat at that goddamn chair. People would accept him and there wouldn't be Kingsmoot that insane priest wanted. Instead, he stood back, because he was younger brother, still.
Iron Fleet was all he ever had, although it was not really Iron Fleet anymore. It was pirate formation or something equally ridiculous, but it was feared. He was proud, somewhat, because that's what he did. His mood was spoiled. He didn't even kill like before. It wasn't that fun anymore. It couldn't steer him up like before, make his blood boil.
It must've been his conscience, he decided in the end. Heavily pressing on him, betrayal was suffocating him. It occupied his thoughts, day and night, asleep or awake, every meter of shore they could see and every wave clashing against the body of the ship, every tide pulling them off their way, every abomination of cursed Storm God that was after them. Every time he drowned a man without returning them, and every time he let the priest try. He wasn't as good as the one on Pyke. It didn't matter. He was there and that was enough.
They were approaching the shore once again, but he didn't go down. He watched. The brutality, the iron price (his own fingers were heavy with rings it paid, his ears pierced just so he could show them off. His own armour was taken from a dead man, and these people did the same - those were good men), he watched enslaving of women - saltwives (was he getting too old for this? Women didn't pick much interest in him, although when he was younger he liked having Aurnia Dwyre as his. Until she almost bit hus tongue away, and he gifted her to his god). Still, he didn't go down. Too much blood for nothing. People better say Charles Ravensdale is calm before the storm, if he can't be the storm itself, title claimed by the kraken lord.
The city fell down, expectedly. They might even take highborn hostages, as useless as his ling thought they were.