002. Video
[The camera is steady, unmoving. Around its bearer, people struggle to against the elvish and reptilian attackers. For some, the battle has moved so close to the nearby ocean that you can hear the splash of fallen warriors as they topple over the docks and into the deep. Jaime Lannister, currently in the company of his brother, is not fighting. Instead, he is focused on the massive shadow that is the great dragon, and its burning eyes. The dragon is surrounded by elvish wizards... but Jaime appears unphased.]
[Appears, as always, being operative.]
There it is, then. I certainly hope all this trouble was worth it for a look at one oversized, and rather hostile, li--
[--an arrow sails at the camera, and Jaime barely manages to move out of its path. It sails past his shoulder, and Jaime turns to watch it. As he does so, the dragon swings its massive tail - faintly, you can see a shadow tossed off its feet and sent plummeting into the ocean.]
[...well, Jaime doesn't care. Still, you can hear a faint splash.]
I hope you've an explanation prepared to present to our lord father, should I be eaten alive by these grubby vermin.
[He speaks lightly, but there is some tension in his voice. And tension in his body, too - every instinct in him keeps him on guard, though his hand is useless, and so is he. And he is about to say something else, something clever, when an elvish longsword comes down, and by instinct - pure instinct, he raises his lost hand to deflect it, and--]
[A golden blade meets the elf's. The Forge drops, and now all you see is the short silhouette of Tyrion's legs, and then a spray of elvish blood. Above the camera, Tyrion's voice remarks, "I'm not certain how you did it, dear brother, but I don't think that hand is something to resent any longer."]
[There is a flash of golden metal gleaming in the camera before the feed ends.]
[ooc: The figure in the background being dunked is Priscilla. More on that later? LOL]
[Appears, as always, being operative.]
There it is, then. I certainly hope all this trouble was worth it for a look at one oversized, and rather hostile, li--
[--an arrow sails at the camera, and Jaime barely manages to move out of its path. It sails past his shoulder, and Jaime turns to watch it. As he does so, the dragon swings its massive tail - faintly, you can see a shadow tossed off its feet and sent plummeting into the ocean.]
[...well, Jaime doesn't care. Still, you can hear a faint splash.]
I hope you've an explanation prepared to present to our lord father, should I be eaten alive by these grubby vermin.
[He speaks lightly, but there is some tension in his voice. And tension in his body, too - every instinct in him keeps him on guard, though his hand is useless, and so is he. And he is about to say something else, something clever, when an elvish longsword comes down, and by instinct - pure instinct, he raises his lost hand to deflect it, and--]
[A golden blade meets the elf's. The Forge drops, and now all you see is the short silhouette of Tyrion's legs, and then a spray of elvish blood. Above the camera, Tyrion's voice remarks, "I'm not certain how you did it, dear brother, but I don't think that hand is something to resent any longer."]
[There is a flash of golden metal gleaming in the camera before the feed ends.]
[ooc: The figure in the background being dunked is Priscilla. More on that later? LOL]