Video - Day 412

[snowcrow]

[Welcome to Jon's face. It's not a particularly happy face. In fact, it looks pretty sour at the moment. He really hates having to use the bracelet, but he has a very important announcement to make.]

This is a message to the gods that have stolen us and brought us here.

[He has no actual knowledge of who the gods are or if they even care about their charges, but as they seem to have more of a hand in the affairs of others than his own gods, he'll see if a direct approach works.]

During the... incident which had your blasted magic working ill against those you gave it to, my brother wound up losing his hand. Due to your ineptitude and this unwanted sorcery, he has a stump where a perfectly fine hand was before. What sort of gods give people powers they don't ask for? It's bad enough you've brought children here, but you seem not to care about the ill effects of your war on those that are hale enough here to fight it.

[The sour look is directed more intensely at the screen now.]

I insist you fix it. I've gone to your temples and asked for this, but as it's seemed to fall on deaf ears, perhaps you need it shouted in your face.

Fix my brother or you'll have me to deal with and Asgard's gods will join him in missing body parts.

[Caw caw, motherfucker.]

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[snowcrow]

I am sorry for those you lost, my lady. Even if there's gain from it, it can still sit heavily on you.

[Killing the Half-Hand, even though it got him an in with the Wildlings and with Mance Rayder still weighed on him. That was his brother, another crow, and he'd killed him with his blessing.

Didn't make him any less dead.]

[exiling]

[ You got her to talk about something personal. Achievement unlocked. ]

And what we gain comes with new grief. [ Wow, depressing much. But it was Viserys he was getting at before. ] I worry for my brother's safety, as you do for yours. Our world was never kind to him. It seems much the same here.

[ Though Robb Stark seems as though he might have been actually competent with a sword, before losing his hand. ]

[snowcrow]

Seems our world has been cruel to both our families. I'm told he's died back home.

[His eyes drop and he keeps them there as he hides the grief that fills them.]

We were fine until the king came calling and ruined everything.

[exiling]

[ She goes silent for a moment. Did Robb Stark tell him about the younger Starks? About their home burning? ]

Robert Baratheon was a beast in a man's skin, his corruption spread across the Great Houses. He was never meant to be king. I will see the Seven Kingdoms righted, one day. [ She sounds as though she believes it. ] Perhaps then our world will know a little less cruelty.

[snowcrow]

[He took a deep breath before he answered her, weighing propriety with truth.]

I've yet to see any 'king' or ruler as such care about more than themselves. Mance Rayder, for all his folly, had the right ideal in mind. He fought for his people. The kings of Westeros fight for a metal chair and a position that's taken easily by wine and sloth.

[exiling]

Kings you call them. [ And you think me like them? Or perhaps a silly girl? She fought for her people, refused to leave them behind when the chance to sail to Westeros had been offered. Paid a high price for it.

A home. That is all she ever wanted. ] Your Mance Rayder has the right of it, whomever he is. All kings must answer to their people. To their kingdom. In the end we serve them.

[snowcrow]

He's not my Mance Rayder. He's a crow turned wildling who united those that lived up beyond the wall. Even the giants.

[He heard her words and truly wished that they would be taken to heart by those that wore a crown in his realm.]

Yet I've not seen one do such a thing in my life time. It may be wrong to speak ill of the dead, but Robert Baratheon drank and whored his kingdom away. He'd no love for those he ruled, nor does Joffrey. Even the other kings, Renly and Stannis, seem more concerned about the right to have a crown than what comes with the crown itself.

[exiling]

[ She could certainly go on a fresh rant about the Baratheons, there's no problem with speaking ill of the dead here. ]

In my lifetime I have never known my home. In the Free Cities they even have a different name for it, the Sunset Kingdoms. [ Her voice is distant, not quite sure where she's going with this. ]

[snowcrow]

[He might not have had a name, but he had a home. Catelyn hadn't forced Ned to send him away, so he'd grown up where his blood came from. He had that luxury over her and it was... strange. To have something over someone that held not only noble blood, but the blood of the dragons.]

Is that your wish, then? To find your way back to Westeros?