Private You Win Or You Die [18+]

[Daryl Dixon]

((OOC: Im gonna leave it to you Epic, to control The Hound I know i got the wrong blue for Isabels character but couldnt find the right one))
Isabel smiled at Derek sadly "Thanks." Derek knew his offer had fallen on deaf ears, she would not come to him. Who seeks
comfort in a bastard who is no more than a meat shield? There was a small yawn behind Isabel, Arya was awake. Derek watched
the conversation between the two unfold. "Morning, Arya."
"Morning. We setting off soon?"
"Yeah, probably. We'll have to go south. I don't like it, but we have no choice. The Ironborn still have Winterfell, as far
as I know. Not even Jon could convince the Nights Watch to take us in. East is the Narrow Sea, and west is back to the
Twins, and past that, Lannisport and Casterly Rock. Three places we definitely don't want to be. I was thinking we could
stow away on a ship somewhere to Braavos, or Lys, somewhere east. We'd have to go to King's Landing for that, and the
Blackwater. Stannis' ships still rot at the bottom of that bay, but we need it."
Arya obviously didn't like it either, but she nodded. They broke their fasts and set off, still in the back of the carriage
the Hound had taken.

"If you're going across the Sea, I won't join you. I'd prefer to stay in the Seven Kingdoms, even in as many pieces as
they're in right now." The Hound spoke suddenly, after about an hour of silence. Isabel and Arya said nothing. Derek
sighed, "You serious?" The Hound nodded, Derek knew he couldn't change his mind. Derek wanted to stay too, but had a duty
to protect Isabel. "How do you expect me to handle guarding two women, you know what they're like." he said, making sure
his voice ensured it was a joke. Derek turned to Isabel. "If he's gonna go, we're going to need to be a lot more
careful. How we handle people will be my call, that means anybody we come into contact with. I will call the shots, I say
who we avoid and who we approach." He thought a little more. "We approach every situation with our weapons out. One thing I've learned.. Sometimes... If you don't draw first, you dont draw at all. Besides, if they go to draw their weapons those split seconds will give us enough time to make the first move." Derek didn't want to try assert authority over Isabel and Arya Stark, but wanted to keep them safe. He turned back to The Hound, and extended his hand for a handshake. Derek didn't know what else to say, it was more responsibility being added onto his shoulders.

 

[EpicVakarian]

"I'm sure," Clegane said, looking down at Derek. "I'd rather die here than live over the Narrow Sea. You won't get me on that boat."

Isabel didn't know what to say; she had never known the Hound much at all. She simply nodded, but Arya spoke.
"Thank you for trying to help." She said nothing more, but she didn't have to. The Hound looked down at her and smiled that menacing, grim smile he had, and she smiled back.

Then Derek decided that he would be in control for the journey. He seemed to think that Isabel and Arya were simple-minded, arrogant, naive little high-borns that knew nothing but that they were better than everyone else. Of course, this wasn't true; Isabel regularly fought with Robb and Jon, and she always helped the people under her command if she could. Arya preferred the common folk to lords and ladies, and was a better person for it.
"Yes, ser." She winked at Derek. "We're not stupid, you know. It was Sansa that was the one that lacked any caution. Me and Arya are both easily mistaken as common folk, in dress and manner. Have you forgotten Arya's story about Yoren and Harrenhal? How she avoided being recognised as a Stark for days on end?" She looked at Derek blankly, then spoke again. "I'm happy for you to lead us to King's Landing, but make sure you don't mistake us for Sansa."

 

[Matt]

((OOC: As I am unsure if Skies is posting anymore, I will go ahead and advance Tyrion so we can get this show on the road.))

Tyrion Lannister cowered underneath a dark portcullis near the gate that promised freedom from this mad city and all that he was either guilty of or being blamed for. He waited impatiently beneath hood and cloak for his newest sell sword to accompany him, but it seemed his luck was running out as quickly as his options.

Riding out the front gate was impossible without an escort with at least half the skill of Bronn to protect him and hopping into a cart heading North was equally as troubling. What was it I told Ned Stark's bastard? Ah yes, one should embrace who he is and wear it as a shield.

The dwarf smiled happily e emerged from the shadows and followed the sounds of laughter and children playing down a small, filthy alley. More than once he stepped in something that he wondered the origins of before he finally came upon a small group of children playing. He wasted no time in pulling a small of coin and tossed it up lightly in the air several times. The sound of coin jangling about in his small palm was enough to get their attention.

"Now, listen children. I will give all five of you this bag of coins if you join me for a little stroll out the city's gate."

The tallest child - a girl nonetheless - was the first to speak and did so without hesitation, "Double it and we'll take you anywhere you want to go, mi'Lord."

"Is that so?" He smoothly produced another bag from somewhere within his travel cloak, "Then we best get a move on, shall we children?"

Just like that, Tyrion Lannister walked out of the well-guarded gate of King's Landing hidden well in a group of several delightful young children, completely unaware of the next step in his plan. Aside from one obvious sentiment that had quickly become his life's new mantra...

...Run.

 

[Matt]

((OOC: As I am unsure if Skies is posting anymore, I will go ahead and advance Tyrion so we can get this show on the road.))

Tyrion Lannister cowered underneath a dark portcullis near the gate that promised freedom from this mad city and all that he was either guilty of or being blamed for. He waited impatiently beneath hood and cloak for his newest sell sword to accompany him, but it seemed his luck was running out as quickly as his options.

Riding out the front gate was impossible without an escort with at least half the skill of Bronn to protect him and hopping into a cart heading North was equally as troubling. What was it I told Ned Stark's bastard? Ah yes, one should embrace who he is and wear it as a shield.

The dwarf smiled happily e emerged from the shadows and followed the sounds of laughter and children playing down a small, filthy alley. More than once he stepped in something that he wondered the origins of before he finally came upon a small group of children playing. He wasted no time in pulling a small of coin and tossed it up lightly in the air several times. The sound of coin jangling about in his small palm was enough to get their attention.

"Now, listen children. I will give all five of you this bag of coins if you join me for a little stroll out the city's gate."

The tallest child - a girl nonetheless - was the first to speak and did so without hesitation, "Double it and we'll take you anywhere you want to go, mi'Lord."

"Is that so?" He smoothly produced another bag from somewhere within his travel cloak, "Then we best get a move on, shall we children?"

Just like that, Tyrion Lannister walked out of the well-guarded gate of King's Landing hidden well in a group of several delightful young children, completely unaware of the next step in his plan. Aside from one obvious sentiment that had quickly become his life's new mantra...

...Run.

 

[Daryl Dixon]

"We're not stupid, you know. It was Sansa that was the one that lacked any caution. Me and Arya are both easily mistaken as common folk, in dress and manner. Have you forgotten Arya's story about Yoren and Harrenhal? How she avoided being recognised as a Stark for days on end?" Isabel said, she looked at Derek blankly, then spoke again. "I'm happy for you to lead us to King's Landing, but make sure you don't mistake us for Sansa." Isabel said, she didn't seem to like Derek's decision. "I know what you two are capable of, but I want as little risks as possible. I know you're not going to like me for this but I'd rather you not liking me and alive over loving me but dead. Besides, I'd rather mistake you for a fool and be impressed over thinking you're smarter than you are and relying on that." Derek said. "Now come on, lets go." Derek knew she probably felt disdain towards him, but he had to do what he felt was necessary. "Lead the way, your majesty." Derek said sarcastically, gesturing off in the direction they were headed.