Kingswood
Within the woodland vegetation, a royal host traveled. Consisting of some of the most distinguished figurs in westeros, though king Robert would argue that.. muttering about being surrounded by sycophants and liars.
At the head of this host, a very large and fat figure sat atop a large hunting horse. Though even the muscular and well fed horse seemed to be struggling against the weight of his rider.
"Lancel?... Lancel!.. where are you at boy.. come here and fetch me another arbor wine" with a furious look Robert, shouted for the diminutive little Lannister. His face ruby red, from his drinking and from the sweltering heat.
Even against the green canopy branches as an umbrella, the blistering heat waves of the sun shone through the gaps.
Renly who was riding at his brother's side couldn't help but quipping, "maybe you should lay off in all the drinking brother, we havent found any hunting, and your drinking hasn't helped in our last boar hunting,
"And I do think if the boy continues scurrieng to and fro, he's going to become a broken lance soon" as he saw the pale golden colored boy scrambling to get wine cups, the red wine spilling from the silver cups as he ran.
Renly couldn't help but chuckling at the sight.
Rearing his head toward his amused smiling little brother, rober scoffed as he grabbed the wine cup from the shaking boy.
"Don't speak as if you know how to hunt renly, even half drunk as I am.. I atleast know how to hunt.. can't say the same for a prancing stag like you..and stannis for seven sake! stop grinding your teeth " the surrounding Knight instantly burst into laughter, which only incited Robert to do the same.
"now then let's find ourself a real boar, after all I intend to find a Boars tusk and not a man's teeth" chugging down the wine, and savoring the warm taste he threw the cup to the side, as he gripped his reins tighter before charging forward, followed by his retinue of crownland, Lannister and storm lander knights.
Renly only smiled hiding any displeasure, before he too followed with his own knight consisting of reach and stormlanders.
Stannish watched it with an experesionless gaze, as he glared at the foolish boy offering a wine cup. Was this what Robert considered fun, dragging him from work and into a pointless hunting expedition, truly his brother was a fine jester and a fool.
Grinding his teeth again he followed at the back foot of his brother, just wishing to be done with all this farce.
Unbeknownst to them all, a small bird watched everything perched atop a large branch and hidden by the green leafy vollage. Twisting its head and blinking, it's eyes showed unnatural human emotion.
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John the third pov
297 AC
His trek though the Kingswood woodland had been quite adventurous, giving him the opportunity to test his powers and gain much information.
First he had gottent he date of the world, something which was quite a disappointment to him, afterall he had actually wanted to participate the iron borns rebellion but he was unfortunately too late,
still this didn't meant he would give up in shaping the world to his image, he had still gone ahead and continued to devour any flesh either human and animal to use for himself.
With enough flesh, he used the energy to transform his body and turn it whatsoever shape he desired, but most importantly he could use his fleshcrafting powers to manipulate and take over others, shape shifting their bodies and mind to suit his own desires.
He had already tested it and had created almost five perfectly shaped archers, and used the experience he had acquired from his victims to instill into them. Making them a perfect killing machines, unfortunately he couldn't just create unlimited amount, he was still limited by the energy he devoured.
But the most energy was still devoured in his own body transformation, he had found it required massive energy to transform himself and was also mentally taxing, especially in making a clone of himself.
And his clones were incapable of using his own powers, he had quickly set aside his own grand ambition towards the reach, and had to end his plans for creating his own clone.
Simply put the energy required to split his soul was too much, so he instead settled for the second best and decided to fleshcraft a few hunters, and farmers.
Turning these former hunters into elite archers with chiseled bodies, and using the information in he had mentally siphoned from others hunters to impart unto them all at the same time. Which he then sent to the capital ahead of him to set about accomplishing his goals.
And know as he set perched atop the branches he also took the first step toward his grand goal of becoming a God of this world.
Transformation his body, as he used his energy, he turned his body to a small insect before flying down, buzzing his wings he avoided the horses and the clanking of steep mail armors, and targeted the laughing Robert, as he opened his mouth he quickly entered it, just the physical contact was enough for him to completely control him.
There was no reaction from Robert, or the now John the third, as he opened his stormy blue eyes, his mouth still opened as he continued to laugh... Non being aware that Robert baratheons was dead and no more.
*Route Choice*
What should Robert do about cersei infidelity? The inheritance right of Joffrey?
Shoud Robert prevent John array death? If not who should be made the hand of the king?
Should Robert Remarry if he decides to set cersei aside? And who should this be?
How should Robert break up his brother renly alliance with he reach? Should he maybe try marriage with the dorn??? Impossible right??????? With him killing Alia Martel or maybe the north??? Maybe stannish daughter with a stark???..