Daemon 1 #DoomsdayProject

King Darius 03/21/18

Greetings Thrones Amino friends! Welcome to the continuation of the Doomsday Project! We hope you enjoyed our first season with an array of character introductions and the start of a storyline that’s destined to end with a bang! This next season will continue with the characters you’ve begun to discover and a few new ones to stir up the pot, beginning with this one...Daemon Boreamor, Dragonlord

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Daemon 1

Daemon slowly rose from his rosefilled great cushion. He wandered what the Lyseni used to create such soft bedding. One of the two women at the head of the bed gazed into Daemon’s eyes, questioning if the Dragonlord wanted more attention. He caressed her face, brushed a few strands of her golden hair aside, then gestured to her that she could return to sleep. As he turned his legs off the bed, he brushed the naked bodies of the two women at the foot of the bed. Both looked towards him and smiled, ready to continue pleasuring him, but he waved them back to sleep and got off the bed.

He had thoroughly enjoyed his visits to Lys. The Lyseni nobles treated him like a king, even though they ruled themselves. They kept this privilege by consistently and regularly making sure that Valyrians like himself were treated extra special. So special, that moments of indulgence like last night, he experienced at no cost.

As he finished dressing himself, two Lyseni women came into his chambers with platters of fruit, sweet biscuits, and Lyseni red and white wine. He smirked at the attentive service. Someone must have been listening outside the door for when he arose, so they could promptly bring food. The women laid out the morning cuisine on a small round table, curtsied, then started to leave. As they turned, Daemon grabbed one of the women, and pulled her close. “What’s your name?” He spoke in her ear, breathing in the fragrant spices of her hair. The other servant turned and waited, not leaving the other woman alone.

Daemon was a giant of a man. His arms were the size of a giant python and solid. Large muscular frames ran throughout his family line, but he was the bigger of his two brothers. Whenever intimidation was in need, Daemon always found himself being assigned to the matter. He towered over every Lyseni man, he came in with. The servant girl was a fragile doll in his hands. As he groped and caressed the servant’s body, trying to determine where her curves were hidden under her servant’s garb, he was careful not to press or squeeze too hard, lest he snap the girl’s bones.

“Luanda..” The girl’s voice stammered as her body trembled in his grip.

“Luanda. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Daemon loosened his grip, then gently raised her bowed head with his fore finger. “You don’t have to be afraid of me Luanda.” His voice was deep, smooth, and yet, frightening. “I treat my women as gently as I do my dragon, Izarith. My only expectation, is when the right time comes...” he paused for effect, “the fire on the inside is released.” The Lyseni woman smiled up at the Dragonlord, body still trembling, but less so. “The next time I come, I will ask for you, Luanda.”

“It will be my pleasure to serve you, my lord.” She smiled expectantly, bowed again, and departed with the other girl.

After they left, Daemon had only taken a few bites of food before a knock sounded at his door. “Enter!”

A short stubby man came through the door. He carried a large pouch that jingled with coins as he approached Daemon. “My lord, here is our payment. We here in Lys are honored to be allies of Valyria. If you would like an audience with any of the lords of Lys, I will arrange it immediately.”

Daemon shook his head and waved the little man away. The man scurried to the door and left.

After breaking his fast, Daemon gathered his things and climbed up the tower to the very top. There, on the grand ledge of the highest room, awaited his always punctual companion, Izarith, Lord of Fire. He walked up to the large ruby colored beast, climbed and straddled the dragon mount; secured his possessions, including the sac of gold, into a specially made box built into his mount; then rubbed the neck of his dragon. “Let’s go, my friend.”

Izarith spoke back in a low growl, leaped off the ledge, spread it’s great wings, and soared into the early morning sky.

Daemon was looking forward to getting back to his home in Oros. It had been some time since he had left to collect from Pentos, Myr, Tyrosh, and Lys. He loved his home city. In his heart, Oros was just as magnificent as Valyria, maybe even more so. The riches taken from the spoils of the nearby mines of the Fourteen Flames close to his home city, had financed a city rich with beautiful landscapes, majestic buildings, and a palace unmatched by any other in the known world. The city was the seat of his family, House Boreamor. Even though Daemon loved home, his House had always sought expansion in the West. House Boreamor had always wanted strongholds around Essos. Daemon had himself negotiated continued beneficial relationships with the cities of the far west, and considered his actions a success for his house, except for one goal that slipped out of his hand. Dragonstone. Securing this stronghold would have given his House an unmatched command of the West. If there would ever be a conquest of the lands further west, across the Narrow Sea, it would belong to the House holding Dragonstone. It was in his family’s grasp, until the conniving, backstabbing, treacherous Targaryens snatched the dream of his house right out of his hands. Daemon took a deep breath, calming himself after the memory. All was well. He would make things right soon enough, and he had much to prepare at home. But, before returning home, he had interests to settle in Volantis. So he headed for the huge and sprawling city, with an appointment beyond the famed Black Walls.

Izarith landed on the smooth marble platform on top of the Volantene Tower. Two guards stood at the entrance into the tower. They didn’t budge as the large red beast settled onto the landing. Daemon dismounted and walked into the tower and the guards followed.

The guards guided the big man to a room on the other side of the tower, on the same floor Izarith rested. They opened the door into a large room with a large glass window that overlooked all of Volantis and beyond into the Summer Sea. Two familiar men sat at a large stone table, with a map of Essos laid out across it.

“Lord Daemon, timely as always.” Both men stood up to greet the dragonlord.

“Jarin, Gavin.” Daemon nodded to the two men. Both men were dressed in the military uniform of Volantis. The army of Volantis was known for their yellow cloaks with green accents and shiny silver plate. Unlike most others, they both had a medallion with a tiger insignia clasping the yellow cape around their shoulders and also etched in the top right corner of their plate.

“How is recruitment going?” Boreamor asked as he sat down at the table with the others. His escort retreated out the door.

“We’ve garnered the interest of everyone of the Old Blood,” Gavin spoke. “But some are worried that if our plot is discovered, the Targaryens and all of their allies would attempt to destroy us, and Volantis would no longer be free.”

“Is that a problem?” Boreamor asked.

“The loudest of the potential dissenters is old Doran of House Rothar.” Jarin spoke with a touch of distaste in his tone. “If the old man continues to be a pain, we can make sure his long days finally come to an end.”

“We’ll have to be careful.” Gavin’s voice, being the older of the two, spoke with a calm but firm resolve. “House Rothar is one of the oldest bloodlines in Volantis. His death would set off a time of mourning. But we could use that to our advantage. With Jarin’s influence over our fleet, and my access to over three quarters of our army, we’ll have dominant control of the military. Soldiers are standing in line to take on the tiger insignia and identity. Every man who wants glory and fortune are convinced to find it in our ranks. There is no army in Essos that can rival us!”

“Without dragons, you would still be fodder to the Targaryens!” Daemon interjected.

“Of course, my lord!” Gavin responded immediately. “That is why we must be united in this!”

“Very well.” Daemon settled back into his chair. “Once you have command of your warships and army, prepare to send 5000 to Myr. I’ll have shadow rebellions ready to take place in all of our free cities. Once they’re settled in Myr, we’ll send 1000 at a time as well as those we send to squash other rebellions to Pentos.” Daemon smiled as he replayed the plan in his head. “They won’t have a clue of what’s coming! We’ll have dragons in Pentos and Myr, and when the time comes, we will crush the Targaryens, wipe out their entire House, and Dragonstone will belong to House Boreamor!”