The Crowned Dragons - A Game of Thrones Mod
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Surrender would have been wiser. You would a have been a few (admittedly risky) assassinations for regaining the Throne AND the dragons. As it is, the best you can hope for as payment for your losses is a cash indemnity and prestige. Unless... does the Laughing Dragon have any heir? You wouldn't be in line to succeed if a lucky shot takes him out, would you?
poor Loras, he is paying the wrong deeds of others... btw, great and costly victory!
Here's hoping his losses in the Crownlands were enough to significantly weaken Maelor's defense of his own lands.
Wiser? I've repelled an invading army, that had DRAGONS mind you, and am now launching an invasion of his own lands to swiftly end the war. Sure, men died and I was burned in the dragonfire at Duskendale, but I held fast and kept what is rightfully mine.
It is a hard thing to do, imprisoning your own Lord Commander, but the rebels must be punished for their actions. I'm quite surprised at my success at Duskendale. Even with numerical odds, I expected two dragons to give me a beating. However, I think there might be something wrong with the dragons in the mod right now. Seems to me that they're not doing the morale damage and inflicting the casualties that they should. I think I got lucky because of that.
CHAPTER XXVI - THE MASTERS' GIFT
The Royal Fleet arrived in Duskendale four days after the raven was sent to the capital ordering its deployment. Nearly one hundred ships carried nearly thirty thousand men across the Narrow Sea and along the southern coast of the eastern continent. The seas to the south of Essos were known to be treacherous, particularly when approaching the remnants of Valyria and the Smoking Sea. As such, we traveled in smaller fleets of twenty ships, with the last group- my own- having the remaining twenty eight. That way, should uneasy waters or brewing storms affect one of the fleets, the other three might be able to steer clear.
It was a number of weeks by ship before we reached Slaver's Bay. According to reports, my uncle had taken flight atop his dragon and made for the Meereen alone, before sealing the gates. The remnants of his armies were forces to make landfall to the south of the city, and had no means of entering its gates. With such news, I ordered all of our ships to reconvene in the Bay, to make landfall at the very walls of the city, where we would demand the surrender of my uncle.
Meereen was eerily absent of activity upon our arrival. The high walls of the ancient city sheltered us from much of it, but the tops of the walls were barren, not a guard or slave in sight. Word had even reached us that my uncle's army was remaining in the south, having no desire to march north into our jaws. The only contact we had from within the city was the lone messenger that had been brought forth, to carry my demands to my uncle in the Great Pyramid. My terms were simple. Surrender, and you shall be allowed to live, refuse, and consider your life forfeit.
Three days passed and still no word came from within Meereen. No doubt my uncle was busy preparing some last act of defiance against us, rather than surrendering with some shred of dignity. It had been said that the Meereenese had come to love my grandfather's sister, Daenerys, for she had seen them free of their chains many years ago. However, I fear the same could not be said for my uncle. Since Daenerys' passing, slavery had yet again gripped the ancient city, and my uncle did little to rectify this. For all I know, Maelor might have been behind it, there's no telling what goes on inside the mind of a madman.
On the fourth day, the gate opened. Two riders rode forth into the open lands before the city, some eighty yards from our position. The two men dismounted their horses almost in unison, each man tossing a large item from the backs of their horses into the dirt. One of the riders shouted a word in Valyrian- Dārys!- King. Presumably then, it was some form of gift or warning to me, and as such, I took a small guard to ride forth and collect it.
As we moved closer, I was soon able to identify what this gift was. Two bodies lied in the dirt in front of us, naked and wrapped in chains. They had been beaten and stabbed and mutilated in a number of ways. One of the bodies was darker in complexion, looking Meereenese in nature, the other was pale with silver hair along his back. I approached the corpses, both of whom were lying face down in the dirt. They had wings painted in blood on their backs. I turned them over to reveal their faces. One of them, I did not recognize at first, the other was known to me. My uncle lied in the dirt before me, and by the nature of their deliverance to me, I could only assume the other was Aemond, the bastard son of Daenerys Targaryen.
Nailed to my uncle's forehead was a piece of parchment, inscribed with a single word. Henujagon. Leave. This message clearly came from the Masters, whom had no desire to go to war for the lunatic Targaryen who called himself their king. It was understandable, but I desired to meet with these Masters nonetheless. I sent word within the city once more, to arrange a meeting between myself and the noble houses of Meereen, so that we might understandably come to an amicable resolution.
With only a handful of guards and a translator at my side, I entered into the city and made for the Great Pyramid. There, I gathered at a table with some twenty other men, the heads of each of the greatest and most noble houses of Meereen, alongside one other man whom sat at the head of the table. This man was older than most in the room, but younger than some, and was adorned in finer jewels and silks than the other men. This was Oznak zo Loraq, the head of the ancient House of Loraq, and the new ruler of Meereen.
While my uncle had cowered behind the city's walls, the Masters had convened to remove him from power, and to restore Meereen to it's ancient and respected traditions. They had planned on taking my uncle into custody, to deliver him to me in return for peace, but one of the twenty had acted with haste, preferring his own method of justice. Belho zo Pahl, the head of the House of Pahl had acted against the wishes of the other Masters, and had attacked my uncle and Aemond in their sleep. Himself and thirty other assassins slipped into the pyramid at night, killing the few guards and slaughtering my relatives. Though in truth they did me a service, their acts could not go unpunished. Even here in Essos, the Targaryen name meant something, and such slights against my family, however distant these kinsmen of mine were, could not go unanswered.
As such, my terms were simple. Meereen would be left in peace, with Ozak zo Loraq being allowed to rule the independent city, on the condition that Belho zo Pahl and his thirty conspirators be handed over to me for punishment. These terms were agreed to, and I left the city with my prisoners in tow. Outside of the city walls, thirty posts were lined up in the very dirt where my uncle had been thrown down, and thirty men were tied to them. While I saw to the removal of Belho zo Pahl's head personally, I ordered my archers to loose their shafts into the thirty men before our lines. Their bodies all slumped over, lifeless yet still upright from the ropes that tied them to their posts. Their bodies remained their for the four days in which we made our preparations to leave Slaver's Bay, as one final warning to the ancient Ghiscari city.
The Royal Fleet arrived in Duskendale four days after the raven was sent to the capital ordering its deployment. Nearly one hundred ships carried nearly thirty thousand men across the Narrow Sea and along the southern coast of the eastern continent. The seas to the south of Essos were known to be treacherous, particularly when approaching the remnants of Valyria and the Smoking Sea. As such, we traveled in smaller fleets of twenty ships, with the last group- my own- having the remaining twenty eight. That way, should uneasy waters or brewing storms affect one of the fleets, the other three might be able to steer clear.
It was a number of weeks by ship before we reached Slaver's Bay. According to reports, my uncle had taken flight atop his dragon and made for the Meereen alone, before sealing the gates. The remnants of his armies were forces to make landfall to the south of the city, and had no means of entering its gates. With such news, I ordered all of our ships to reconvene in the Bay, to make landfall at the very walls of the city, where we would demand the surrender of my uncle.
Meereen was eerily absent of activity upon our arrival. The high walls of the ancient city sheltered us from much of it, but the tops of the walls were barren, not a guard or slave in sight. Word had even reached us that my uncle's army was remaining in the south, having no desire to march north into our jaws. The only contact we had from within the city was the lone messenger that had been brought forth, to carry my demands to my uncle in the Great Pyramid. My terms were simple. Surrender, and you shall be allowed to live, refuse, and consider your life forfeit.
Three days passed and still no word came from within Meereen. No doubt my uncle was busy preparing some last act of defiance against us, rather than surrendering with some shred of dignity. It had been said that the Meereenese had come to love my grandfather's sister, Daenerys, for she had seen them free of their chains many years ago. However, I fear the same could not be said for my uncle. Since Daenerys' passing, slavery had yet again gripped the ancient city, and my uncle did little to rectify this. For all I know, Maelor might have been behind it, there's no telling what goes on inside the mind of a madman.
On the fourth day, the gate opened. Two riders rode forth into the open lands before the city, some eighty yards from our position. The two men dismounted their horses almost in unison, each man tossing a large item from the backs of their horses into the dirt. One of the riders shouted a word in Valyrian- Dārys!- King. Presumably then, it was some form of gift or warning to me, and as such, I took a small guard to ride forth and collect it.
As we moved closer, I was soon able to identify what this gift was. Two bodies lied in the dirt in front of us, naked and wrapped in chains. They had been beaten and stabbed and mutilated in a number of ways. One of the bodies was darker in complexion, looking Meereenese in nature, the other was pale with silver hair along his back. I approached the corpses, both of whom were lying face down in the dirt. They had wings painted in blood on their backs. I turned them over to reveal their faces. One of them, I did not recognize at first, the other was known to me. My uncle lied in the dirt before me, and by the nature of their deliverance to me, I could only assume the other was Aemond, the bastard son of Daenerys Targaryen.
Nailed to my uncle's forehead was a piece of parchment, inscribed with a single word. Henujagon. Leave. This message clearly came from the Masters, whom had no desire to go to war for the lunatic Targaryen who called himself their king. It was understandable, but I desired to meet with these Masters nonetheless. I sent word within the city once more, to arrange a meeting between myself and the noble houses of Meereen, so that we might understandably come to an amicable resolution.
With only a handful of guards and a translator at my side, I entered into the city and made for the Great Pyramid. There, I gathered at a table with some twenty other men, the heads of each of the greatest and most noble houses of Meereen, alongside one other man whom sat at the head of the table. This man was older than most in the room, but younger than some, and was adorned in finer jewels and silks than the other men. This was Oznak zo Loraq, the head of the ancient House of Loraq, and the new ruler of Meereen.
While my uncle had cowered behind the city's walls, the Masters had convened to remove him from power, and to restore Meereen to it's ancient and respected traditions. They had planned on taking my uncle into custody, to deliver him to me in return for peace, but one of the twenty had acted with haste, preferring his own method of justice. Belho zo Pahl, the head of the House of Pahl had acted against the wishes of the other Masters, and had attacked my uncle and Aemond in their sleep. Himself and thirty other assassins slipped into the pyramid at night, killing the few guards and slaughtering my relatives. Though in truth they did me a service, their acts could not go unpunished. Even here in Essos, the Targaryen name meant something, and such slights against my family, however distant these kinsmen of mine were, could not go unanswered.
As such, my terms were simple. Meereen would be left in peace, with Ozak zo Loraq being allowed to rule the independent city, on the condition that Belho zo Pahl and his thirty conspirators be handed over to me for punishment. These terms were agreed to, and I left the city with my prisoners in tow. Outside of the city walls, thirty posts were lined up in the very dirt where my uncle had been thrown down, and thirty men were tied to them. While I saw to the removal of Belho zo Pahl's head personally, I ordered my archers to loose their shafts into the thirty men before our lines. Their bodies all slumped over, lifeless yet still upright from the ropes that tied them to their posts. Their bodies remained their for the four days in which we made our preparations to leave Slaver's Bay, as one final warning to the ancient Ghiscari city.
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Aw man, that wasn't climactic at all.
And ew, a zo Loraq is in charge of Meereen.
Does Aemond have any form of claim on Meereen? I don't mind if you don't press it, I just want to know if you got one.
And ew, a zo Loraq is in charge of Meereen.
Does Aemond have any form of claim on Meereen? I don't mind if you don't press it, I just want to know if you got one.
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All that travelling for nothing. Still at least Maelor is dead and the rest of his family.
Sniff. Poor Maelor. He's executing angels now.
Most important question ever: where are the dragons?
Most important question ever: where are the dragons?
leave the East alone... for the moment... back in Westeros there is plenty of stuff to do before planning invasions eastwards
I'm not sure of the specifics, but no Aemond does not have a claim, yet some of his other kinsmen do. I'm hoping none ever have any desire to press it, I have no interest in the east.
True, over a month there and back on a ship, only to spend a little over one week in Slaver's Bay. Yes, Maelor is dead, but his sister-wife, my aunt, is still alive and in my custody. She will be dealt with upon my return to the capital.
The madman got what was coming to him. As for the dragons, Aemond had no sight of them during his time in Slaver's Bay, and the Masters claimed to have lost track of them days ago, though Aemond could have sworn he heard growling coming from deep within the Great Pyramid while he was there.
I have no intention of being involved in the east. As of right now, I'm more than happy with the Seven Kingdoms. After all, the Targaryens haven't really had strong ties with the east for nearly four centuries. Who knows, perhaps some day an overly-ambitious descendant of Aemond will look to carve out his own Valyrian empire. Only time will tell.
You listened to what those ghiscari mongrels told you? :facepalm: There was no other possible place for them but in some knockoff dragonpit in that hellhole. Now you run the risk of those slaver bastards becoming dragon riders! Honestly, who's the crazy one in this family?
At least maybe if you release your aunt, you could try and convince her to come to your court, and presumably shed bring her dragon.
At least maybe if you release your aunt, you could try and convince her to come to your court, and presumably shed bring her dragon.
CHAPTER XXVII - GLASS AND STONE
On our journey back to King's Landing from Slaver's Bay, we stopped off in Myr, where I was to pick up an item I had commissioned. Known mostly by the common folk for their wine, Myr was home to the finest craftsmen in the world, most notably their work with lace and with glass. The item I had purchased was of glass, a came glasswork piece that was to adorn the great hall of the Red Keep itself.
The Magister of Lys hosted us upon our arrival, feasting myself and my party at his own residence- a palace on the waters of the bay. Wines, meats and cheeses from every Free City were served, and the evening was filled with laughter and merriment. When the feast died down, a merchant was brought before me, accompanied by a dozen or so men, carrying a large flat object draped in crimson silk. The silk was removed to reveal a small piece of my commissioned work- an ornate stained glass piece of black and crimson. I was informed by the humble merchant that the remaining twenty seven pieces of glass were awaiting me on my ship for the return journey to the capital.
However, a second merchant, dressed in simpler clothes and accompanied by fewer men, was brought before me. The two men accompanying him placed a sizable chest at my feet, opening it before stepping back behind their master. Inside the chest sat a stone of a greenish-gold hue. It was ornate in nature, and seemed to glow even in the dimming light of the evening. To most, it would appear to be a painted stone, but I was a Targaryen, I knew what it was. A gift, great king, the Magister said, a token of goodwill between your great kingdom and our own fair city.
I was transfixed with the egg for the remainder of the journey, barely able to take my eyes off of it, for I had never before seen anything with such beauty. Even in the darkness of my cabin, the egg shone, proving that it did not bathe in the light, but emitted it's own. Admittedly, I knew little of the dragons and their eggs, and so for the time being my fascination was limited to a visual nature. However, upon my return to the capital, I vowed to wade through the libraries of the Red Keep, in hopes that I could find any scraps of information about by forefathers and their great beasts.
Upon docking in the capital, I was greeted by my wife Roelle and a child in her arms. I had known Roelle was with child many months ago when I was still dealing with my uncle, but I had not expected it to be born during my time in Meereen. Nonetheless, I took the child, a boy and my heir no less, into my arms. Aerys, Roelle had called him, as a challenge to those who bore his name before him. The reign of Aerys I was a troubled one, and every man woman and child in the Seven Kingdoms had known of the Aerys II. My wife had made the challenge that Aerys III would surpass them both.
My journey to Meereen had lasted more than a month, and as such, there were various matters that needed addressing back in the capital. It was brought to my attention that in my absence Loras Tyrell, the former Lord Commander, had demanded a trial by combat. With five of the Kingsguard accompanying me to Meereen and two remaining by my wife's side, a knight named Denys was selected to champion the crown against Ser Loras. The younger knight was apparently no match for the Knight of Flowers, who cut him down in a matter of strokes. With no other choice, my council was forced to free Ser Loras, who no doubt returned to Highgarden and the protection of his great-niece.
A second matter to attend to regarded my younger brother, Aerion. Aerion was not yet sixteen, but he had never shown an affinity to sword and saddle, instead preferring the comfort of words. He spent most of his time wading through oceans of them in the library of the Red Keep, and in his readings, had developed a deep affinity for the Faith. He met with me in the great hall, bringing me his request beneath my newly-assembled piece from Myr. The twenty eight glass pieces- each about two men's height in both height and width- had been assembled to form a new window at back of the great hall, overlooking the Iron Throne.
The large, circular window was made up of smaller black and crimson pieces of glass, that when assembled, displayed the great sigil of my house. The black glass blotted out the sun, while the crimson dragon shone like an inferno in the light. It was certainly something to behold. Beneath it's magnificence, Aerion made his request. He requested of me that I allow him to travel to Oldtown, to begin studying to become a septon of the Faith. At first I was hesitant, but soon came to the realization that a member of the royal family serving within the Faith would be most valuable, and so I granted his request. While Aerion made his preparations, I began making my own.
In my discussions with the Grandmaester, it came to my attention that there were only a select few books within the capital detailing the history of the dragons. What few books there were, there were fewer words within them discussing the matter. As such, the Grandmaester suggested I look towards Dragonstone or the Citadel, where he believed I would find more information regarding the great beasts and their eggs. I decided that I would travel to these two locations to see what answers they held, but my council deemed it unwise.
The king is expected to remain in the capital to rule the kingdoms Aemond, it would be unwise to take leave without an appropriate reason, my mother explained. I made the argument that as king, I was free to do as I willed within my own borders, but the other members of the Small Council sided with my mother, save for my Hand. Trystane Martell, though in agreement with my mother, offered not only advice, but a solution to my problems.
A royal tour of the south would serve as a reasonable excuse for visiting Dragonstone and Oldtown, your grace, Prince Trystane exclaimed. I know that my family in Sunspear would be honor to host you, your grace, and I'm sure you could expect the same from Storm's End and Highgarden. Travel by ship to Dragonstone, then follow the coast south, visiting your lords on the way to Oldtown and the Citadel. From there, travel the Mander to Highgarden, before arriving at Summerhall for the middle of the year. This would allow you to seek out the information you desire, and would no doubt please a great many of your loyal subjects, your grace.
And so the matter was settled. In a few months time, at the beginning of the new year, I would take my leave from the capital to begin a royal tour of the south. My travels would last many months, but that was a necessary concession to make in order to find the answers I desired. I set the Small Council to work making preparations for the tour at once, to ensure that everything would be in place for the beginning of the year. My brother Aerion, my wife Roelle and my son Aerys would accompany me, with Aerion parting ways with us upon our arrival in Oldtown. The decision was made, and I returned to the library, to once more read about the great beasts of Valyria.
On our journey back to King's Landing from Slaver's Bay, we stopped off in Myr, where I was to pick up an item I had commissioned. Known mostly by the common folk for their wine, Myr was home to the finest craftsmen in the world, most notably their work with lace and with glass. The item I had purchased was of glass, a came glasswork piece that was to adorn the great hall of the Red Keep itself.
The Magister of Lys hosted us upon our arrival, feasting myself and my party at his own residence- a palace on the waters of the bay. Wines, meats and cheeses from every Free City were served, and the evening was filled with laughter and merriment. When the feast died down, a merchant was brought before me, accompanied by a dozen or so men, carrying a large flat object draped in crimson silk. The silk was removed to reveal a small piece of my commissioned work- an ornate stained glass piece of black and crimson. I was informed by the humble merchant that the remaining twenty seven pieces of glass were awaiting me on my ship for the return journey to the capital.
However, a second merchant, dressed in simpler clothes and accompanied by fewer men, was brought before me. The two men accompanying him placed a sizable chest at my feet, opening it before stepping back behind their master. Inside the chest sat a stone of a greenish-gold hue. It was ornate in nature, and seemed to glow even in the dimming light of the evening. To most, it would appear to be a painted stone, but I was a Targaryen, I knew what it was. A gift, great king, the Magister said, a token of goodwill between your great kingdom and our own fair city.
I was transfixed with the egg for the remainder of the journey, barely able to take my eyes off of it, for I had never before seen anything with such beauty. Even in the darkness of my cabin, the egg shone, proving that it did not bathe in the light, but emitted it's own. Admittedly, I knew little of the dragons and their eggs, and so for the time being my fascination was limited to a visual nature. However, upon my return to the capital, I vowed to wade through the libraries of the Red Keep, in hopes that I could find any scraps of information about by forefathers and their great beasts.
Upon docking in the capital, I was greeted by my wife Roelle and a child in her arms. I had known Roelle was with child many months ago when I was still dealing with my uncle, but I had not expected it to be born during my time in Meereen. Nonetheless, I took the child, a boy and my heir no less, into my arms. Aerys, Roelle had called him, as a challenge to those who bore his name before him. The reign of Aerys I was a troubled one, and every man woman and child in the Seven Kingdoms had known of the Aerys II. My wife had made the challenge that Aerys III would surpass them both.
My journey to Meereen had lasted more than a month, and as such, there were various matters that needed addressing back in the capital. It was brought to my attention that in my absence Loras Tyrell, the former Lord Commander, had demanded a trial by combat. With five of the Kingsguard accompanying me to Meereen and two remaining by my wife's side, a knight named Denys was selected to champion the crown against Ser Loras. The younger knight was apparently no match for the Knight of Flowers, who cut him down in a matter of strokes. With no other choice, my council was forced to free Ser Loras, who no doubt returned to Highgarden and the protection of his great-niece.
A second matter to attend to regarded my younger brother, Aerion. Aerion was not yet sixteen, but he had never shown an affinity to sword and saddle, instead preferring the comfort of words. He spent most of his time wading through oceans of them in the library of the Red Keep, and in his readings, had developed a deep affinity for the Faith. He met with me in the great hall, bringing me his request beneath my newly-assembled piece from Myr. The twenty eight glass pieces- each about two men's height in both height and width- had been assembled to form a new window at back of the great hall, overlooking the Iron Throne.
The large, circular window was made up of smaller black and crimson pieces of glass, that when assembled, displayed the great sigil of my house. The black glass blotted out the sun, while the crimson dragon shone like an inferno in the light. It was certainly something to behold. Beneath it's magnificence, Aerion made his request. He requested of me that I allow him to travel to Oldtown, to begin studying to become a septon of the Faith. At first I was hesitant, but soon came to the realization that a member of the royal family serving within the Faith would be most valuable, and so I granted his request. While Aerion made his preparations, I began making my own.
In my discussions with the Grandmaester, it came to my attention that there were only a select few books within the capital detailing the history of the dragons. What few books there were, there were fewer words within them discussing the matter. As such, the Grandmaester suggested I look towards Dragonstone or the Citadel, where he believed I would find more information regarding the great beasts and their eggs. I decided that I would travel to these two locations to see what answers they held, but my council deemed it unwise.
The king is expected to remain in the capital to rule the kingdoms Aemond, it would be unwise to take leave without an appropriate reason, my mother explained. I made the argument that as king, I was free to do as I willed within my own borders, but the other members of the Small Council sided with my mother, save for my Hand. Trystane Martell, though in agreement with my mother, offered not only advice, but a solution to my problems.
A royal tour of the south would serve as a reasonable excuse for visiting Dragonstone and Oldtown, your grace, Prince Trystane exclaimed. I know that my family in Sunspear would be honor to host you, your grace, and I'm sure you could expect the same from Storm's End and Highgarden. Travel by ship to Dragonstone, then follow the coast south, visiting your lords on the way to Oldtown and the Citadel. From there, travel the Mander to Highgarden, before arriving at Summerhall for the middle of the year. This would allow you to seek out the information you desire, and would no doubt please a great many of your loyal subjects, your grace.
And so the matter was settled. In a few months time, at the beginning of the new year, I would take my leave from the capital to begin a royal tour of the south. My travels would last many months, but that was a necessary concession to make in order to find the answers I desired. I set the Small Council to work making preparations for the tour at once, to ensure that everything would be in place for the beginning of the year. My brother Aerion, my wife Roelle and my son Aerys would accompany me, with Aerion parting ways with us upon our arrival in Oldtown. The decision was made, and I returned to the library, to once more read about the great beasts of Valyria.
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If you're gunning for dragon lore like I think you are, be sure to visit the Field of Fire (which I've been told is "Hammerhall"?) , if you aren't planning to go there already.
Trials by combat never seem to go as expected and I had a bad feeling about Lord Kyle's when it started. Lots of great updates, glad to see this one still alive.
I wait with bated breath to find out if the Crowned Dragon can bring another dragon into the world!
My apologies, I hadn't even realized how long it had been since I last wrote an update. I figured it had been like 4 days but man, time flies. I've been doing my exams for university over the last two weeks or so, and I finished just a day ago, so I'll have one shortly. Thanks for being interested.
My apologies, I hadn't even realized how long it had been since I last wrote an update. I figured it had been like 4 days but man, time flies. I've been doing my exams for university over the last two weeks or so, and I finished just a day ago, so I'll have one shortly. Thanks for being interested.
Huzzah!