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Will in New Haven
May 25, 2019, 12:13:46 PM5/25/19
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Fan Fiction Occurring after Season 8, Episode 6 of Game of Thrones
Short Story
Spoilers Ahead
It was nearly midnight and Grey Worm paced the deck, watching the stars and the smooth warm sea and thinking about the Dothraki. He was responsible for everyone in the armada that was sailing away from Westeros but the horsemen were more trouble than everyone else put together. The three that he was going to put to death in the morning for raping one of his Unsullied were only the latest problem. Their horses weren’t doing well on the sea voyage and the Dothraki themselves were often seasick and could always find alcohol when they weren’t. They were dirty, undisciplined, and violent. Brawling was a daily occurrence and they were better at it than they deserved to be. He had started to regret having to take them along on the first day of the voyage. The Unsullied were not so difficult but he knew that they were not happy. They resented the Dothraki bullying and many of them seemed confused about what had happened at King’s Landing. Unsullied soldiers were always quiet but now many were sullen. Several had simply disappeared over the side. Only the sailors were failing to cause him problems and he just hoped that the sea voyage itself, at least, would continue to be uneventful.
He needed sleep but Missandei wouldn’t let him sleep. She was always there, staring at him sadly and asking him why. She, who had pronounced the sacred word “Drakaris,” she who had served the Queen beside him, now accused him with bitter eyes. Certainly, he had seen her head cut off. That is why he felt the rush of joy when the Queen had not accepted the city’s surrender, when he had been able to throw his spear into the enemy officer. No amount of killing could make up for her death but now she seemed to think that he shouldn’t have killed at all. The fact that she was dead and that he should think it was only a dream did not make him feel any better. He was all right when he was awake, distracted by the difficulties of the voyage, but he could not sleep easily or for long. Perhaps, he mused, he should be grateful to the Dothraki for being such beasts.
And beasts they were. He would have two squads of his men beside him when he pronounced sentence in the morning. He had no illusion that he could defeat a Horse Lord in a fight on the deck of a ship. He was a soldier, not a warrior, and he and his men were trained to fight in formation, not to brawl. He decided to ready a third squad.
Some of the sailors were looking at the stars and checking their course. They seemed satisfied, so he left them to it. He was a soldier and not a sailor. The sea was starting to get choppy and he foresaw more seasickness among the men and horses in the morning. “Just what we need,” he thought.
Then he glanced to his left and there was Missandei, standing on the waves off to the right of the ship. She had a dead child in her arms. He didn’t think it was someone he had killed in King’s Landing but he and his men had killed so many people. It was necessary, it was the Queen’s will. But Missandei’s mouth, the only mouth that had ever touched his, called him a monster. She cradled the dead child in arms that once held Grey Worm close and starred at her lover with eyes filled with anger.
With no more refuge in wakefulness, Grey Worm thought of taking refuge in drink. However, his disciplined mind rejected the notion. He looked longingly at the waves but the thought of leaving his mean leaderless in their situation was not acceptable. He accepted that he was going to suffer for the rest of his life and perhaps might one day realize how richly he deserved it.
Short Story
Spoilers Ahead
It was nearly midnight and Grey Worm paced the deck, watching the stars and the smooth warm sea and thinking about the Dothraki. He was responsible for everyone in the armada that was sailing away from Westeros but the horsemen were more trouble than everyone else put together. The three that he was going to put to death in the morning for raping one of his Unsullied were only the latest problem. Their horses weren’t doing well on the sea voyage and the Dothraki themselves were often seasick and could always find alcohol when they weren’t. They were dirty, undisciplined, and violent. Brawling was a daily occurrence and they were better at it than they deserved to be. He had started to regret having to take them along on the first day of the voyage. The Unsullied were not so difficult but he knew that they were not happy. They resented the Dothraki bullying and many of them seemed confused about what had happened at King’s Landing. Unsullied soldiers were always quiet but now many were sullen. Several had simply disappeared over the side. Only the sailors were failing to cause him problems and he just hoped that the sea voyage itself, at least, would continue to be uneventful.
He needed sleep but Missandei wouldn’t let him sleep. She was always there, staring at him sadly and asking him why. She, who had pronounced the sacred word “Drakaris,” she who had served the Queen beside him, now accused him with bitter eyes. Certainly, he had seen her head cut off. That is why he felt the rush of joy when the Queen had not accepted the city’s surrender, when he had been able to throw his spear into the enemy officer. No amount of killing could make up for her death but now she seemed to think that he shouldn’t have killed at all. The fact that she was dead and that he should think it was only a dream did not make him feel any better. He was all right when he was awake, distracted by the difficulties of the voyage, but he could not sleep easily or for long. Perhaps, he mused, he should be grateful to the Dothraki for being such beasts.
And beasts they were. He would have two squads of his men beside him when he pronounced sentence in the morning. He had no illusion that he could defeat a Horse Lord in a fight on the deck of a ship. He was a soldier, not a warrior, and he and his men were trained to fight in formation, not to brawl. He decided to ready a third squad.
Some of the sailors were looking at the stars and checking their course. They seemed satisfied, so he left them to it. He was a soldier and not a sailor. The sea was starting to get choppy and he foresaw more seasickness among the men and horses in the morning. “Just what we need,” he thought.
Then he glanced to his left and there was Missandei, standing on the waves off to the right of the ship. She had a dead child in her arms. He didn’t think it was someone he had killed in King’s Landing but he and his men had killed so many people. It was necessary, it was the Queen’s will. But Missandei’s mouth, the only mouth that had ever touched his, called him a monster. She cradled the dead child in arms that once held Grey Worm close and starred at her lover with eyes filled with anger.
With no more refuge in wakefulness, Grey Worm thought of taking refuge in drink. However, his disciplined mind rejected the notion. He looked longingly at the waves but the thought of leaving his mean leaderless in their situation was not acceptable. He accepted that he was going to suffer for the rest of his life and perhaps might one day realize how richly he deserved it.
Butterbumps@Home
May 27, 2019, 4:38:33 AM5/27/19
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lauantai 25. toukokuuta 2019 19.13.46 UTC+3 Will in New Haven kirjoitti:
> Fan Fiction Occurring after Season 8, Episode 6 of Game of Thrones
> Short Story
> Spoilers Ahead
I read somewhere that Grey Worm was actually doomed and so were the rest of the Unsullied, on account of Naath being deadly to outsiders. Some sort of disease that kills foreigners?
> Fan Fiction Occurring after Season 8, Episode 6 of Game of Thrones
> Short Story
> Spoilers Ahead
Maybe not an issue on the show but for the books and fanfic, maybe? Is this a Game of Thrones fanfic or a Song of Ice and Fire fanfic? I assume the former based on your title.
> It was nearly midnight and Grey Worm paced the deck, watching the stars and
> the smooth warm sea and thinking about the Dothraki. He was responsible for
> everyone in the armada that was sailing away from Westeros but the horsemen
> were more trouble than everyone else put together. The three that he was
> going to put to death in the morning for raping one of his Unsullied were
> only the latest problem.
> Their horses weren’t doing well on the sea voyage and the Dothraki themselves
> were often seasick and could always find alcohol when they weren’t. They were
> dirty, undisciplined, and violent. Brawling was a daily occurrence and they
> were better at it than they deserved to be.
> He had started to regret having to take them along on the first day of the
> voyage.
> The Unsullied were not so difficult but he knew that they were not happy.
> They resented the Dothraki bullying and many of them seemed confused about
> what had happened at King’s Landing. Unsullied soldiers were always quiet but
> now many were sullen. Several had simply disappeared over the side. Only the
> sailors were failing to cause him problems and he just hoped that the sea
> voyage itself, at least, would continue to be uneventful.
> He needed sleep but Missandei wouldn’t let him sleep. She was always there,
> staring at him sadly and asking him why. She, who had pronounced the sacred
> word “Drakaris,” she who had served the Queen beside him, now accused him
> with bitter eyes. Certainly, he had seen her head cut off. That is why he
> felt the rush of joy when the Queen had not accepted the city’s surrender,
> when he had been able to throw his spear into the enemy officer. No amount of
> killing could make up for her death but now she seemed to think that he
> shouldn’t have killed at all. The fact that she was dead and that he should
> think it was only a dream did not make him feel any better. He was all right
>> when he was awake, distracted by the difficulties of the voyage, but he
> could not sleep easily or for long. Perhaps, he mused, he should be grateful
> to the Dothraki for being such beasts.
> And beasts they were. He would have two squads of his men beside him when
> he pronounced sentence in the morning. He had no illusion that he could
> defeat a Horse Lord in a fight on the deck of a ship. He was a soldier, not a
> warrior, and he and his men were trained to fight in formation, not to brawl.
> He decided to ready a third squad.
> Some of the sailors were looking at the stars and checking their course. They
> seemed satisfied, so he left them to it. He was a soldier and not a sailor.
> The sea was starting to get choppy and he foresaw more seasickness among the
> men and horses in the morning. “Just what we need,” he thought.
>
> Then he glanced to his left and there was Missandei, standing on the waves
> off to the right of the ship. She had a dead child in her arms. He didn’t
> think it was someone he had killed in King’s Landing but he and his men had
> killed so many people. It was necessary, it was the Queen’s will. But
> Missandei’s mouth, the only mouth that had ever touched his, called him a
> monster. She cradled the dead child in arms that once held Grey Worm close
> and starred at her lover with eyes filled with anger.
> With no more refuge in wakefulness, Grey Worm thought of taking refuge in
> drink. However, his disciplined mind rejected the notion. He looked longingly
> at the waves but the thought of leaving his mean leaderless in their
> situation was not acceptable. He accepted that he was going to suffer for the
> rest of his life and perhaps might one day realize how richly he deserved it.
B@w
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Plenty of time.
Will in New Haven
May 27, 2019, 3:41:15 PM5/27/19
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On Monday, May 27, 2019 at 4:38:33 AM UTC-4, Butterbumps@Home wrote:
>
> Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
>
> Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
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Will in New Haven, now in Deerfield Beach
https://sites.google.com/site/grreference/
Butterbumps@Home
May 28, 2019, 1:33:11 AM5/28/19
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maanantai 27. toukokuuta 2019 22.41.15 UTC+3 Will in New Haven kirjoitti:
> > Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
>
> Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
Oooh, zing.
> > Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
>
> Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
But you were more or less satisfied with how the TV show went?
B@w
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This may be as alive as the group gets.
Will in New Haven
May 28, 2019, 2:51:35 PM5/28/19
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On Tuesday, May 28, 2019 at 1:33:11 AM UTC-4, Butterbumps@Home wrote:
> maanantai 27. toukokuuta 2019 22.41.15 UTC+3 Will in New Haven kirjoitti:
>
> > > Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
> >
> > Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
>
> Oooh, zing.
>
> But you were more or less satisfied with how the TV show went?
>
>
More or less fits. I find myself defending the showrunners from the booksuckers on Quora. However, if I had been running the show, the supernatural sideshow would have ended even earlier, so we could get back to the struggle for power, the alliances and betrayals.
> maanantai 27. toukokuuta 2019 22.41.15 UTC+3 Will in New Haven kirjoitti:
>
> > > Indeed! Nice stuff, thanks. Will there be more parts?
> >
> > Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
>
> Oooh, zing.
>
> But you were more or less satisfied with how the TV show went?
>
>
I see people still think that the prophecies are meaningful, rather than things that affect how the characters act. So, booksuckers provide endless amusement.
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Will in New Haven, in Deerfield Beach
https://sites.google.com/site/grreference/
Butterbumps@Home
May 31, 2019, 5:49:22 AM5/31/19
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tiistai 28. toukokuuta 2019 21.51.35 UTC+3 Will in New Haven kirjoitti:
> > > Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
> >
> > Oooh, zing.
> >
> > But you were more or less satisfied with how the TV show went?
>
> More or less fits. I find myself defending the showrunners from the
> booksuckers on Quora.
That's weird to me, but that may be because I am a booksucker who was absolutely satisfied with how the TV show went because it fit quite neatly with my interpretation of the books.
> > > Maybe. It is indeed GoT fanfic as I am not a fan of aSoIaF.
> >
> > Oooh, zing.
> >
> > But you were more or less satisfied with how the TV show went?
>
> More or less fits. I find myself defending the showrunners from the
> booksuckers on Quora.
The show seems to have gotten a lot of criticism from the booksuckers and the tubesuckers, to be honest. I'm happy to point and laugh at all of them.
> However, if I had been running the show, the
> supernatural sideshow would have ended even earlier, so we could get back to
> the struggle for power, the alliances and betrayals.
Personally, I would have liked to see the order reversed(ish): Daenerys destroying King's Landing and the Barathannisters down south, while Jon destroyed the Others up north, and then the two sides of the song facing off over the ruins of Westeros. How that fitted into the romance between Jon and Daenerys, I'm not sure - but there would still be plenty of space for proper character-driven plot.
I hope something like that might happen for the books (yes yes, they'll never come), although I'm not optimistic. It seems more likely, if we get anything at all, it will be a slightly altered and narration-interspersed set of screenplays.
> I see people still think that the prophecies are meaningful, rather than
> things that affect how the characters act. So, booksuckers provide endless
> amusement.
B@w
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Next book by Worldcon 2020. I'll believe it when I see it.
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