08-06-2015, 01:38 PM
He shushed her.
Daenerys tried her best not to explode. Remember, she scolded herself, you don’t have your dragons, or your army. All you have is this wizard, and you have no idea what he can do. So she took a deep breath, regained her composure, and did her best not to betray the fact that she was absolutely fucking furious.
How dare he? She was Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, rightful heir to the throne of the Seven Kingdoms! Of course, she supposed he had no way of knowing that, but still, she figured that she had managed to keep up the appearance of royalty even if she had not even revealed her true nature to either of these men. Surely she’d at least made it clear that she was not the type of woman that he could just go around shushing, for Winter’s sake. She bit her tongue, though, because for the moment, she had no way of exacting her vengeance on him. Perhaps, if she ever ran into him after she had regained her former station, she would certainly take action for his insolence.
As it were, though, she simply continued to listen to him drone on about the Fountain and primes, and then vaguely imply that she didn’t have the materials necessary to purchase her wares. Once again, she struggled to fix her face. She was growing tired of this.
Then, suddenly, the situation only grew worse. Out of the corner of her eye, Dany spied another man approaching. She had formerly assumed that they couldn’t find worse company than Drake Oneir with his seeming ignorance of proper manners, but this man… this man quite clearly seemed to be talking to himself. No, not talking… yelling. Arguing. What have you. Daenerys resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
He started to scream at them, and Daenerys edged closer to the Black Mage, now relying completely on him to protect her from this madness. First the one-armed man and now this insane fool, babbling about wanting to sell his measly-looking sword for ten thousand omnilium. Daenerys balked. She didn’t know much about how this world work, but something inherently told her that ten thousand omnilium was way more than she could spare. But she supposed she had to expect such ridiculous requests from a man who so clearly had lost his mind.
Not that she could’ve used a sword anyway. Certainly it would have come in handy, but she had no clue how to wield one, so it would have been a waste.
She almost responded to him, expecting to call him out on his stupidity, when suddenly, something else spoke. She could not exactly tell at first what it was, but then it hit her—the sword. Her eyes grew wide—so in this realm, swords could speak? And as if that wasn’t enough, another man appeared—much in the same way she and the Black Mage had just minutes before—seemingly out of nowhere.
She’d had about enough of this.
“It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Oneir,” she scowled at the one-armed man, “But my companion and I really must be off. So sorry to cut this short so quickly, you understand.” She tugged on Black Mage’s robes and immediately headed off in a random direction. Behind her, she could hear the insane fool babbling on about his sword, and perhaps she also heard some other business, but she and the Mage broke into a sprint after a few steps to make sure that they got out of there before anyone tried to stop them.
When they arrived at the first gate they could see, Dany doubled over in pain, clutching her abdomen as exhaustion from all that physical exertion overwhelmed her. She collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. The Black Mage leaned over her, blocking her view of the sandy-stone gate as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Daenerys tried her best not to explode. Remember, she scolded herself, you don’t have your dragons, or your army. All you have is this wizard, and you have no idea what he can do. So she took a deep breath, regained her composure, and did her best not to betray the fact that she was absolutely fucking furious.
How dare he? She was Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, rightful heir to the throne of the Seven Kingdoms! Of course, she supposed he had no way of knowing that, but still, she figured that she had managed to keep up the appearance of royalty even if she had not even revealed her true nature to either of these men. Surely she’d at least made it clear that she was not the type of woman that he could just go around shushing, for Winter’s sake. She bit her tongue, though, because for the moment, she had no way of exacting her vengeance on him. Perhaps, if she ever ran into him after she had regained her former station, she would certainly take action for his insolence.
As it were, though, she simply continued to listen to him drone on about the Fountain and primes, and then vaguely imply that she didn’t have the materials necessary to purchase her wares. Once again, she struggled to fix her face. She was growing tired of this.
Then, suddenly, the situation only grew worse. Out of the corner of her eye, Dany spied another man approaching. She had formerly assumed that they couldn’t find worse company than Drake Oneir with his seeming ignorance of proper manners, but this man… this man quite clearly seemed to be talking to himself. No, not talking… yelling. Arguing. What have you. Daenerys resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
He started to scream at them, and Daenerys edged closer to the Black Mage, now relying completely on him to protect her from this madness. First the one-armed man and now this insane fool, babbling about wanting to sell his measly-looking sword for ten thousand omnilium. Daenerys balked. She didn’t know much about how this world work, but something inherently told her that ten thousand omnilium was way more than she could spare. But she supposed she had to expect such ridiculous requests from a man who so clearly had lost his mind.
Not that she could’ve used a sword anyway. Certainly it would have come in handy, but she had no clue how to wield one, so it would have been a waste.
She almost responded to him, expecting to call him out on his stupidity, when suddenly, something else spoke. She could not exactly tell at first what it was, but then it hit her—the sword. Her eyes grew wide—so in this realm, swords could speak? And as if that wasn’t enough, another man appeared—much in the same way she and the Black Mage had just minutes before—seemingly out of nowhere.
She’d had about enough of this.
“It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Oneir,” she scowled at the one-armed man, “But my companion and I really must be off. So sorry to cut this short so quickly, you understand.” She tugged on Black Mage’s robes and immediately headed off in a random direction. Behind her, she could hear the insane fool babbling on about his sword, and perhaps she also heard some other business, but she and the Mage broke into a sprint after a few steps to make sure that they got out of there before anyone tried to stop them.
When they arrived at the first gate they could see, Dany doubled over in pain, clutching her abdomen as exhaustion from all that physical exertion overwhelmed her. She collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. The Black Mage leaned over her, blocking her view of the sandy-stone gate as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Quote:Dany and Black Mage have left the building. I left it open so BM can post once more if he likes, but we’re movin’ on out! Thanks for a fun intro thread, guys!