Her Eternal Excellency (Raiden Ei reborn as Argella Durrandon)

[ATP]

Well,seven indeed never ever even try do do sometching for their followers,so....they really could not exist.

 

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Storm Kingdom

Storm's End

8 BAC

The lords received the letter of their king and called the banners, ready to wage war against the Ironborn and take back the lands they had lost to the raiders. Ten thousand men in total made their way to Storm's End, where they would move out as a single host and march to the Riverlands while the lords between Storm's End and the Riverlands joined them on the road.

Lords arrived separately, depending on the distance from their seat to Storm's End, but all saw quite the jarring sight.

Princess Argella, who should have been a twelve-year-old girl with no business sitting on the throne of the King, was now a grown woman, seated on the throne, with King Argilac sitting in a chair.

Septons and septas cried of foul magic at work, some accusing the princess, others thinking someone must have cursed Princess Argella and the court.

Knights and men-at-arms did nothing, while the commoners were too busy working to care for what they thought to be rumors spread by cravens to sully the good name of the princess.

Lords, though, they saw it with their own eyes and did nothing, as King Argilac, or rather, the former king, did not seem to have an issue with relinquishing his throne to his daughter, even though his wife was heavy with child.

Slowly, the ancient seat of House Durrandon was filled with the lords of the kingdom.

Ei was the most familiar, owing to her projects all over the kingdom, though that did not affect the tense atmosphere in a positive way.

Even Selena seemed hesitant to interact with her anymore.

The Round Hall was packed with nobles, but the usual exuberant air was not present. Whispers, instead, dominated the hall, and one didn't need exceptional hearing to know the subject.

Ei herself.

As they had agreed upon, her father rose to speak. "My lords, I am sure you have questions, but let me begin by saying that I am abdicating the throne in favor of my daughter, Argella."

The hall exploded into objections, queries, and speculations.

Ei slowly raised her hand, slammed her palm on the handrest of the throne, all for theatrical purposes, and lightning struck as storm clouds gathered, darkening the sun as well as silencing the hall.

The clouds disappeared just as fast, leaving the summer sun glaring in the sky, before Ei addressed the nobles. "Each of you may ask one question."

"What are you?" Lord Caden Mertyns asked, his calm demeanor broken by the display of sorcery.

Ei would show rather than tell in this case. "You will learn soon when I unleash my fury on the Ironborn."

This half answer silenced the lords as they contemplated what to ask.

Garrin pushed through the memory of the time Princess Argella had sent him to his knees and asked the question he was most curious about, right after the one pertaining to her nature. "Princess, are you the one who summoned the storm along the borders with Reach and Dorne?"

"Yes, to dissuade any aggression while we eradicate the Ironborn." Ei didn't think her involvement with the storm needed to be hidden, as it would ease the worries of the Marcher Lords, knowing the Dornish and the Reach wouldn't be able to stage any raids.

"I don't accept this." Beric Connington slammed his fists on the table, rising in objection to the king's abdication.

Which was something Ei expected and actually wanted to happen.

"By all means, Lord Connington, if you are so brave, you are free to fight me to reinstate my father on the throne." Ei scanned the room, watching how the lords reacted to her words. "In fact, anyone who defeats me may take the throne if they so wish."

Argilac raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but the lords began to whisper again, discussing if anyone would actually do it.

Beric seemed restless before slowly rising from his chair, and the hall stopped to watch him.

"So be it. For King Argilac."

The said king just slapped his forehead.

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Ei took a sword from one of the knights in the name of making things fair, at least as much as it was possible, and stood before Beric Connington.

"No foul sorcery; face me like a warrior." Beric called out, and many thought he just forfeited his life.

"Your arrogance must know no bounds to think anyone, much less me, will need sorcery to defeat you." Ei replied dryly, insulted. At this point, even a recruit would be able to defeat the Lord of Griffin's Roost.

Beric must not have liked Ei's retort, for he charged like a mad bull, though no amount of animalistic rage would grant him victory.

Ei disappeared from her spot, appearing right behind Lord Connington, with her sword at his neck.

Had it been anyone else, Ei would have at least tested their mettle, but Connington was not worth spending time on.

Lords stepped back in shock, and Connington was rooted on the spot with the sharp steel a jab away from ending his life.

"Yield." Ei called out. She only intended to use the duel to show to the lords they stood no chance against her, even without using any elemental powers.

Beric still held his sword tightly, but sweat was gathering at his brow. "You said no sorcery."

"This was no sorcery, merely speed. Now, yield, or forfeit your life." Ei put pressure on the lord's neck, not drawing blood but definitely making him feel how close the steel was.

"I… yield." Connington dropped his sword, and Ei handed hers back to the knight.

"Any other challengers?" The lords looked hesitant, and to hammer the point, Ei began to float and looked down on the lords as they backed away in fear. "I would rather get straight to the reason we are all gathered here, so if anyone else wants to fight me, step forward now, or be silent."

"No challengers? Then I will accept your oaths of fealty, and we can discuss war."

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The ceremony proceeded without any more interruptions, with the lords properly cowed. Had it not been for her divine nature and the continent's stance against magic, Ei would no doubt have earned their loyalty through her actions to this date.

But Westeros was not an ideal world like that.

As the noble houses gave their oaths one by one, and Ei was properly acclaimed as the Queen of the Storm Kingdom, discussion on how to proceed with the war against the Ironborn started earnestly.

The border between the Storm Kingdom and the Riverlands held by the Ironborn was separated at the Blackwater River, with the mouth of the Blackwater Bay and the surrounding lands being contested between the two powers.

Ironborn held everything above the river, except the Houses Rosby, Darklyn, Ryker, Staunton, and Brune, which resisted occupation to this day.

Ei's plan was to take the lands bordering Harrenhal at the south of the upper Blackwater River, which included Houses Hayford, Stokeworth, Whent, and a part of House Wode, cutting the seat of House Hoare off and then eradicating the castle, though that last part she kept to herself for now.

Ironborn had thirty thousand raiders as far as the Storm Kingdom knew, which outnumbered them by half, and had hostages they would use to force the Riverland Houses to do their bidding, which would increase the size of their host significantly, but numbers wouldn't mean anything to her.

Once House Hoare and Harrenhal were no more, the Riverlands would lack any motive to resist and would submit.

Following her consolidation of the reconquered territory, Ei would take what ships the kingdom had and sail to the Iron Isles, putting an end to the threat of these pirates permanently.

She ordered the lords to gather their banners and supplies while she worked on Kage and the Thunder Dragon, leaving her father in charge.

Ironborn were prevalent across the region, and Ei couldn't be everywhere at once, so having both of her creations battle-ready, more Kage than the Dragon, would help.

If only it didn't take the death of three beloved friends for Ei to learn that lesson.

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Weirwood trees infused with her divine essence had taken over the Godswood, only leaving the solemn-looking weirwood tree in the middle, which was also the sole remaining tree after Ei harvested everything else and carried it to her room in clear sight, confusing people as to what she was doing, much less how she managed to fit all that wood in her room.

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Painted Realm

Ei began working on Kage first, as it would take less time, rebuilding the puppet's body to once more reflect herself, along with a new power core to store more energy to stay in the fight longer. Though, without using any elemental energy, Kage could fight for weeks nonstop. It was a downgrade compared to Shogun, as they fought for five centuries due to a temporal disruption and the shogun's will.

Since she had not faced anything that would require Kage to fight for that long, much less herself, the new power core would be more than sufficient.

The Thunder Dragon, on the other hand, took far more work. Its size doubled, its power requirements tripled, and the current power cores were swapped with the new ones. Ei now had a puppet capable of assisting war theaters anywhere in Westeros.

It was the perfect quick response unit for emergencies, bar Ei herself.

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Two weeks of total work in the Painted Realm between her new duties as the Queen, Ei was finally done and could direct her full attention to the war preparations.

Supplies met the demands, a rarity in the previous state of the kingdom before Ei's intervention, and enough steel was produced to armor every man-at-arms with enough plate to cover the vital parts, as well as spears with steel heads, something usually only the wealthiest lords could afford to do.

By now, they would be ready to move out, but Ei knew that groups of men, all loyal to a different lord, did not make an army and had the whole host do drills together.

After the Ironborn were dealt with, Ei would lay the foundations of a proper army, but for now, she would make do with the fighters in hand.

She did not let the lords stay idle either, sometimes even joining the spars to teach. The lords whose territories she had already visited were more accepting of her lessons, but the rest required a harsher method of teaching.

It was refreshing to fight against someone living, even if they were ordinary humans.

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One thing that troubled Argilac was Selena, who would give birth while he was away. Former king or not, Argilac wouldn't stay in Storm's End to witness the birth of his second child, not when the kingdom needed him, even if it was to a lesser degree than before.

At least, the child would come into a kingdom that did not face the threat of Ironborn, or any other kingdom, and Argilac wouldn't miss it for the world.

Another problem was Lucan.

The old Lord of Parchments was sick, and even with Maester Larry looking after him constantly between his duties, he could only suppress the symptoms rather than offer any cure.

Ei didn't think there was anything left for her grandfather to do except stay behind and spend his remaining time resting, but he vehemently refused. Lucan knew he didn't have long left to live but, through sheer will and spite, refused to die before Harren the Black and the Ironborn as a whole.

It was a tad impressive.

So rather than wasting time dissuading the old man or just ordering him to stay back and miss fulfilling his last wish, she offered him an alternative.

Lucan would be allowed to join the campaign on the condition that he would have to rest and refrain from doing anything that may shorten his time.

The road alone would no doubt be the end of him, but Ei had a solution for that too.




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High Septon Lucenor, a distant member of House Hightower, finally spoke, having heard the arguments his brethren had made. "I have made my decision. For now, we wait while the Storm Kingdom and the Ironborn weaken each other and strike both at their weakest. We can shoot two birds with one stone and rid Westeros of this sorceress and the worshippers of the Drowned God."

King Mern would have to be called to raise his banners as well, and Lucenor didn't think it would be hard to convince him, as the young ruler still sought revenge for the death of his father at Summerfield.

"Aye!"




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[Bev]

Just what is the High Septon drinking? There is an effin storm the entire length of the Stormlands-Dornish border and he thinks he can win? FAFO indeed.

 

[ShadeFire]

Just what is the High Septon drinking? There is an effin storm the entire length of the Stormlands-Dornish border and he thinks he can win? FAFO indeed.

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Never question the stupidity of zealots it doesn't matter which religion it is those morons make drug addicts look down right rational. The good thing is the Faith will get there sht kicked in which just tickles me pink.

 

[ATP]

Just what is the High Septon drinking? There is an effin storm the entire length of the Stormlands-Dornish border and he thinks he can win? FAFO indeed.

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Considering,that seven are only "gods" on Planetos which never ever did anytching for their followers,it is strange indeed.
To be honest,i think that they never existed.

 

[Samael61]

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Storm Kingdom

Storm's End

8 BAC

With her position solidified among the lords that gathered at Storm's End, and the ten thousand strong host, along with the two thousand support units of cooks, healers, workers, engineers—which the kingdom as a whole sorely lacked—and more, ready to march to the Riverlands, Ei gave the order.

Selena and her father had a sweet moment, where the Queen Mother of the Storm Kingdom gave her favor to her husband, bound for war, and Argilac promised to return alive and victorious.

Not that Ei would let someone kill him in battle.

She too said her farewells and joined the march at the head of the host, riding a black mare that was gifted to her by Uncle Robert.

As for her grandfather, she had created a spot in the Painted Realm for him to rest, along with Maester Larry to keep treating him.

She was worried the laughing fit Lucan had over being magically transported inside a painting would kill him, but he had passed out before that.

Maester Larry had a much more muted, though no less fascinated, reaction, especially upon seeing the Thunder Dragon.

Speaking of them, with both Kage and the Dragon ready for war, Ei could respond to the reinforcements Harren would no doubt receive from the Iron Islands.

The next destination of the host was Bronzegate of House Buckler, and then House Fell of Fellwood, before crossing the Blackwater Rush and taking Hayford.

She kept the sky clear of any storms, though there were plenty of clouds to offer shade from the summer sun, and breezes kept the men and horses cool—the perfect weather to march.

Though, that might just be the only thing the host had in their favor.

Ei had not kept an eye on her father's host during the war with the Reach and meditated mostly while battering the enemy host with the storm, gazing briefly at their futile attempts to escape.

Meaning she had to teach the host many things, including how to set up and break camp faster, digging latrines, the importance of keeping the water sources clean, and dealing with spoilage as well as with vermin.

The distance between Storm's End and Bronzegate would take the host about two weeks to cross under the best conditions.

However, the support units would usually slow down the host, but with the improved roads and the hundreds of horses taken from Reach at the Battle of Summerfield, which Ei implored his father to keep rather than ransom back, the march would take even less time, but she decided to use the spare time for drills.

It was important for the host to have as much training as possible, since standardization of training, equipment, tactics, and communications did not exist in this world.

Each day, after the march was done and dinner was served, Ei had the men go through basic drills until sundownfor two weeks, and slowly, they became more than just soldiers gathered together to fight.

Of course, the host would be doubled along the path to Riverlands as the forces at the border and the hosts of the lords closer to the enemy territory joined up with her main force, which would mean half of the host was better trained than the rest.

Better than nothing until she could constitute a standing army.

Lord Tommen Whitehead approached, bowing. "Your Excellency." They had started to call her that after Lucan bent the knee and referred to Ei with her official title.

When the old and proud Lucan of all people gave in without a fight, the rest of the lords did not question it.

"Yes?"

"Bards have gathered to sing to raise the morale; we would be honored if you could grace us with your presence."

"Very well." It was better than contemplating the future and driving herself to depression.

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The crowd gathered around the campfire fell silent and parted away for Ei, and after taking a seat, she told the bards to continue and made small talk with the lords in the meantime.

Cowing them to submission might have been necessary, but so was cultivating good relations.

Lords were hesitant, but eventually, some came forward to speak of the woes their lands faced.

Ian Tarth requested a loan to renovate and increase the size of his shipyards after the war was over, and as the Kingdom's lack of a navy was something that bothered Ei, it was an easy decision to make.

Lord Taryn Selmy was eager to report the discovery of an iron deposit in his lands, though it bordered the Reach, and the distance between the sole coal mine in the kingdom and Harvest Hall made the opportunity not an easy one to implement.

Regardless, it would be logical for an ironwork in the Marches, as it would increase the overall prosperity and military readiness of the land, a significant deterrence against both Dorne and the Reach.

Not that anyone would consider waging war against the Storm Kingdom after the Ironborn were dealt with.

She received the petitions in the presence of soothing music till it was time for rest

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Dragonstone

"Are you mocking me, merchant?" Visenya's glare was as frigid as the winters of the North, a stark contrast to the fire that represented her house.

The merchant gulped, fear grasping his heart. Dragonlords were not to be trifled with after all. "N-no, my lady, I wouldn't dare."

"Hmph. We'll see about that." The merchant would have to be a fool of epic proportions to come up with a tale so outlandish as the one he weaved, yet Visenya found his words hard to believe.

Her brother-husband and sister-wife came just in time before she decided to have the man thrown into the dungeons. "Visenya, what is this I am hearing about the Durrandons?"

Visenya relayed what the merchant had reported, and both of her siblings had the same reaction as her.

"Is this a jest?" Aegon did not seem impressed by the merchant, which further terrified the man.

"There is an easy way to verify. I'll go with Vhagar and check what is actually happening." For if the man was indeed telling the truth, then their future plans would be in danger, and this could not happen, not after all the effort they had made.

Aegon nodded; none of them could leave this to chance, and sending Visenya with Vhagar was the more sensible choice. "Yes, but keep your distance; if Argella Durrandon is indeed a sorcerer of considerable strength, then you could be a target."

"I'll be fine." Visenya left to prepare, and Rhaenys chuckled, his husband's idea on what to do with Argella Durrandon coming to mind.

"And you considered offering Orys' hand to her."

Aegon rolled his eyes. Orys was his champion and deserved a fitting marriage, and the princess was worthy of it. "It was just a thought, and with the possibility of King Argilac's, well, former King Argilac's wife giving birth to a boy, it is unlikely her desire to not wed will change."

"You know, it explains a lot of things, her being a sorcerer." Orys finally made his thoughts known, tired of the two talking about him without asking for his opinion.

The Lord of Dragonstone hummed. "It does, but not even the strongest sorcerers we have seen could hope to conjure a storm of that size and power." The time they were offered an alliance by Pentos and Tyrosh against Volantis, the Targaryen siblings came across sorcerers, from those who could only conjure parlor tricks to a shadowbinder from Assai.

Orys nodded, remembering how the shadowbinder had summoned a creature to assassinate a Volantene noble. "Perhaps those tales of Durran Godsgrief wedding the daughter of the Sea God are more than that."

The legend of Durran was well known as a children's tale, but Argella seemed to be challenging that assumption.

Rhaenys smiled, amused at the thought of a half-god, half-mortal princess. "What? Do you think she is a demi-god?"

The Champion of House Targaryen shrugged, thinking about the many things the young girl—one who had just shapeshifted to a grown woman—did in the last decade, from bringing prosperity to the Storm Kingdom to curing greyscale.

"I mean, the events surrounding her birth are not natural; she has purple hair, a trait never seen in any house before, and not to mention, she is brilliant, practices magic, and apparently can change the shape and age of her body. I don't know about you, but even compared to that priestess of R'hollr, she is not normal."

Rhaenys couldn't disagree with Orys' reasoning. "Well, we shall see what Visenya learns." Hopefully, her sister would just find the matter to be rumors blown out of proportion.

Since any further talk was pointless without Visenya's testimony, Aegon simply chose to close the matter for now. "Indeed, in the meantime, he is to be a guest." He pointed at the merchant, who paled at the thought.

"But my lord, I have deliveries to make." Rhoswen would never return to Dragonstone and would go as far as he could once out of here.

"Send your trusted men to do it. I will cover any loss you might face." Aegon waved the man's worries away with his hand.

The merchant merely nodded and was taken away.

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Kingdom of Reach

Oldtown

Starry Sept

The septons of the highest positions in all of Reach were gathered at Starry Sept for one reason.

Argella Durrandon.

Septon Elric of Highgarden spoke with such vitriol, one would assume he was personally targeted by the Princess of the Storm Kingdom. "This cannot stand. Brothers and sisters, we must gather the flock and strike the sorceress before she corrupts the land and the people."

Another voice, this one calm and cautious, rose over the mutterings of agreement. "Let us not be so hasty. We should let them fight the Ironborn and weaken each other. Once either side is defeated, both sides could be defeated with ease." Septon Oswynd served House Florent at Brightkeep and knew letting your enemies fight before striking was the wisest choice.

"We cannot cross into Storm Kingdom, not with that accursed storm keeping the border locked." Septon Norwyn was assigned to Ashford and witnessed the storm firsthand. He had known from the very first sight that it was a work of sorcery.

Septon Tolen served at the small sept of House Tarly, and he too had witnessed the storm. "Yes, but Argella Durrandon cannot keep that storm forever. Eventually, we will have our chance." The constant rain would eventually damage the land, and no sorcerer would have the power to keep something of that magnitude going forever, according to the Maesters, who had inferred that much from what knowledge they kept locked in the Citadel.

Elric was not swayed by the arguments of his brothers. "I say we push through the storm and strike while they are marching to Riverlands. If we can take Storm's End and Queen Selena hostage, they will have no choice but to surrender." Resorting to such means was unfitting for the Faithful, but these were desperate times.

Septon Arlan of Harbor shook his head. "That's provided we can. Storm's End has not been taken by a siege in its long history, and we have no means to change that." While the Faith Militia had many willing to lay down their lives, they also did not possess the means to build siege engines.

High Septon Lucenor, a distant member of House Hightower, finally spoke, having heard the arguments his brethren had made. "I have made my decision. For now, we wait while the Storm Kingdom and the Ironborn weaken each other and strike both at their weakest. We can shoot two birds with one stone and rid Westeros of this sorceress and the worshippers of the Drowned God."

King Mern would have to be called to raise his banners as well, and Lucenor didn't think it would be hard to convince him, as the young ruler still sought revenge for the death of his father at Summerfield.

"Aye!"




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Lord Edric Fell spoke next. "We should send outriders to tail the enemy." It was valuable advice, but it was too slow for Ei.

"Indeed, we are going in blind, and I don't like it." Argilac had made use of the element of surprise plenty of times and didn't want to be on the receiving end.

Ei closed her eyes and summoned the Baleful Omen on her palm before it disappeared and the Electro Archon saw the enemy.

The lords fell silent, pushing their chairs back, disturbed by the sight of magic, but slowly came around once Ei spoke.

"They have split into two forces, similar to the strategy my father used against the Reach. Harren leads the main host, twenty thousand strong, and the remaining ten thousand are led by a Greyjoy." She wasn't familiar with the members of Ironborn houses, only knowing their sigils.

Silence continued for minutes, as the lords slowly digested the fact that Queen Argella's magic could also watch over the enemy lands.

Lands that would take days to cross on horseback.




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[Orchamus]

Very much looking forward to Ei firmly rebutting the Targaryen's and destroying the Faith Militant.

 

[Lord_Indoril_Nerevar]

Very much looking forward to Ei firmly rebutting the Targaryen's and destroying the Faith Militant.

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Extra Kudos if she does it while being completely clueless about their intentions and actions.

 

[ShadeFire]

I can't wait for them to see her dragon
Ei: (sees balerion) Mines bigger

 

[ATP]

Very much looking forward to Ei firmly rebutting the Targaryen's and destroying the Faith Militant.

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If Targs are smart,they would decide to conqer Essoss here.If not,they would die.Faith - they would fall.Considering that their gods probably never existed,they do not have fighting chance.