7 6: The Defiance of Duskendale Part 4
(Order of Artys Duskendale Den, Duskendale Secondary Sewers, Duskendale, The Blackwater Rush, Blackwater Bay, The Crownlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Rogar Arryn POV)
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Rogar Arryn and Ser Arthur Dayne were in the Order of Artys Duskendale Den, but The den was fucking empty.
''I thought they'd be here, I ordered them to be here. So why in the ever living fuck is this place fucking empty?'' Rogar asked no one in particular.
''Attacked maybe? Forced to retreat?'' Ser Arthur offers.
''Doubtful, If it were we'd never have gotten inside. The Order has a scorched Earth policy of taking the invaders with them if the Den is breached. No this is something else, Ser Arthur, Don't move.'' Says Rogar as he turns and see's Ser Arthur's position and hears an audible click.
''Why?'' Asks Arthur.
''You just activated something.'' Says Rogar as a Wall slides away to reveal a hidden staircase.
''Huh, Wasn't expecting that. But alright stay here, there's no guarantee this isn't a trap and so if it is one, then it is you who stands the best chance of informing The Royalists to prepare for the worst case scenario.'' Says Rogar.
''Fine, I don't like this little Lord, but your logic is just sound enough'' Says Ser Arthur.
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Rogar having ditched Ser Arthur finds his way to the true Enclave below.
''A Falcon fears but one thing, what is it?'' A voice echoes.
''A Falcon fears no one, but he does fear the possibility of never soaring the sky one last time.'' Says Rogar in reply.
Slowly Dozens of Order Members reveal themselves.
''Welcome to The Dusk Enclave. We are at your service.'' Says a man wearing the Den Leader Pauldrons.
''I can't speak long but listen up, in this year A lone Kingsguard will scale the wall and sneak into the city disguised as a beggar, I will join him, the night before it happens I will have The minstrels play the Rains of Castamere seven times over seven hours. That's when you ready yourselves to let the Royalists in. You Drop the bridge, Slip a slow acting poison into the water supply and food stores of the local Barracks hours prior, and get the Darklyn newborns to the Den in the Eyrie any child older than 3 you leave behind. Oh and one more thing get a way into the Red Keep straight here to Duskendale. Specifically the chambers of the future Princess Consort of Crown Prince Rhaegar. I want them to have an escape route if necessary. Good day.'' Says Rogar before he turns around.
Not five seconds later Ser Arthur has arrived.
''Well?'' Asks Ser Arthur.
''They're not here, but they left me a means to contact with them. Let's get out of here.'' Says Rogar. As Rogar moves to pass Ser Arthur holds a mailed hand up in his path.
''Your lying, you used me to get you here in one piece., and you ditched me under the pretext of me being in the best position to escape. Now you're gonna tell me why.'' Says Arthur.
''I can't tell you unless you swear a specific vow.'' Says Rogar.
''Give me the words if it means you'll speak truth.'' Says Ser Arthur.
''Swear upon the Seven that if you break faith with me by telling anybody you will run Dawn through the belly of Ashara, Allyria, and Arnolf. That you will then do the same to yourself if you tell a soul without my permission? Including The King or The Crown Prince, especially the Crown Prince? Swear This and I won't have you slain by the Order.'' Says Rogar.
''You walk a dangerous line boy.'' Says Arthur.
''So do you old man. Swear me this and I swear to you that I will never lie to you.'' Says Rogar.
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''So be it. By the grace and the name The Mother, The Maiden, The Smith, The Crone, The Father, The Warrior, and The Stranger I swear to honor your wishes and that if I break this trust that I will run Dawn through Arnolf's Belly, Allyria's Bell, and.....and Ashara's Belly. This I swear.'' Says Arthur very hesitantly as far as Ashara was concerned.
''Good. Come on out.'' Says Rogar as his Order appears half a second or so later.
''Ser Arthur Dayne, meet the Order of Artys Arryn, the single longest living Secret society in the living world. The Order of Artys is an ancient sect of warriors and scholars who at the orders of an Ancient Arryn King went into hiding. I rediscovered them searching for something else. They answer to me, not my father. They keep the armor of Ser Artys and his Weapons. It is my goal to become a Knight before I claim my House's Ancestral Armor and Weapons. I refuse to shame the Armor and Weapons by not at least being Knighted before claiming it. Hence why taking control of the Order is almost half as important as maintaining its anonymity..'' Says Rogar.
''I don't follow.'' Says Ser Arthur.
''The Armor and Weapons have been forged from Meteorite Ore, just like Dawn. They are the Armor and Weapons of Ser Artys Arryn Westeros's Very First Knight of The Vale and King of Mountain and Vale. As such I can only bring myself to claim said Artifacts as a King or a Knight. To do it as anything less would be tantamount to walking into Great Sept and pissing in the Ashes of Every Targaryen King since King Aegon The Conqueror.'' Says Rogar.
''You do not feel worthy of claiming them yet.'' Ser Arthur realizes.
''Correct.'' Rogar replies rather simply.
''Now come, we must return to the Camp, no doubt father is worried sick, and King Tywin is anxious for news.'' Says Rogar deliberately calling Tywin King to try and provoke a response from Ser Srthur, who apparently didn't notice his ''slip up''.
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(Ser Arthur Dayne POV)
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Rogar was an odd one, he creatively mixed words to reach an emphasis on what he felt. He could have just said it didn't feel right claiming The Armor and Weapons of Ser Artys I Arryn, but he instead said claiming it now would be tantamount to walking into the Great Sept of King Baelor and pissing in the Ashes of Every Targaryen King since King Aegon The Conqueror.
This showed two things, a level of immature maturity I'm one so young, and it also showed he placed great emphasis on not bringing even a little bit of dishonor - imagined or otherwise - to such precious Artifacts.
Ser Arthur was very keen to have the boy squire for him now...
