His first raid

2 Years ago

Daemon smiled, seeing the summer islander city scramble as his ships approached. Shirtless, wearing baggy black breeches and boots, his bastard sword, blood red jewel shining in the sun, he waited in anticipation for his ships to get close enough. Daemon only had 3 ships under his command, but even with so few numbers, he was still quickly gaining a reputation. All of his ships were armor plated, yet were still swift. Even if the guard outnumbered his men, this city, Big Trees Town, stood no chance. Daemon looked back at his first mate, wearing a chain mail shirt, along with worn down boots and black breeches, one hand gripping his shortsword, while the other was gripped around an axe. Daemon had met Vicor a year ago, in a tavern in Lannisport. They had quickly hit it off, and, when Daemon got hold of a ship and asked Vicor to be his first mate, he didn't even hesitate. All they truly knew of each others past was that Vicor was one of the Ironborn, and Vicor only knew that Daemon had a score to settle, though with who and for what reason, Daemon never said. The men drew their weapons, as the ships got close to landing. Daemon smiled widely, pulling his sword out and raising it high. The blade was almost pitch black, though when the sun hit it, the rippling effect of the blade was clear. It was unmistakably a Valyrian steel sword, which Daemon had named Wrath. The ships hit the docks, and Daemon let out a roar, jumping off the ship and sprinting up the dock along with his men, towards the shield wall the guardsmen had created. Daemon smirked, as the wave of pirates crashed into the shield wall, destroying it within minutes, slaughtering the guardsmen. Everyone split up them, pillaging the city, and you could hear the screams of women as his pirates took another sort of treasure. As Vicor organized the men to hit further in the city, Daemon went off on his own, prowling the silent alleys, hearing the sounds of **** and **** from afar. However, soon after, he found a door in one of the alleys, a strange symbol on it, looking almost like a horned man.