[ The gouges have considerable detail for such a seemingly trivial thing compared to the rest of this place. Deep, old grooves worn down by use and smaller, newer scrapes and scratches layered over time. Some were made with smaller claws, and others were so large that it's easy to understand why the platform was raised to such a height. These stones have seen centuries of use, and the entire history of the Targaryen dragonlords in Westeros is engraved upon them by the great beasts themselves.
The magic replicates Daemon's memories better than he could ever hope to describe consciously, but it's hard to replicate something that doesn't exist. It stands to reason that he must've climbed up here at some point to look at them himself, along with his attention to everything else in this place, so perhaps it's a bit revealing in that case. Everyone who said that Daemon never cared for the histories had failed to consider that an alternative source might've interested him more than books.
The noise is a sudden, howling gust of wind that makes every torch jump and flicker wildly. It comes from the opposite end of the cavern from where Alucard had entered, and a sizeable moving shape blots out the sun that had been shining only a moment ago.
The wind dies down soon enough, leaving it quiet enough to hear what's moving through the tunnel with the sound of leathery wings and hard scales rasping against the rock. Judging by the noise and the oddly shrill vocalisations echoing off the stone, there probably isn't enough time to make it back outside again, but at least enough to choose to be anywhere else but underfoot. ]
he probably hoped someone would wander in like this tbh lmao
The magic replicates Daemon's memories better than he could ever hope to describe consciously, but it's hard to replicate something that doesn't exist. It stands to reason that he must've climbed up here at some point to look at them himself, along with his attention to everything else in this place, so perhaps it's a bit revealing in that case. Everyone who said that Daemon never cared for the histories had failed to consider that an alternative source might've interested him more than books.
The noise is a sudden, howling gust of wind that makes every torch jump and flicker wildly. It comes from the opposite end of the cavern from where Alucard had entered, and a sizeable moving shape blots out the sun that had been shining only a moment ago.
The wind dies down soon enough, leaving it quiet enough to hear what's moving through the tunnel with the sound of leathery wings and hard scales rasping against the rock. Judging by the noise and the oddly shrill vocalisations echoing off the stone, there probably isn't enough time to make it back outside again, but at least enough to choose to be anywhere else but underfoot. ]