@Crake, we've never shied away from outright bribery before, so it wouldn't be all that much trouble to sneak some work crews into Oldstone with a set of Titan's Tools and let them bring the place back up to code. And while we're at it, we could go ahead and Resurrect Keath's son. He might need to spread some misinformation, maybe something along the lines of the boy being captured by the Lads, but it's probably quite manageable without much effort.
@DragonParadox What ever happened to Maegor, son of Aerion Targaryen? History doesn't write about that.
And Bloodraven seemed to count it utterly irrelevant, too. It would have been nice to know about Aegon in advance for example, and I guess he did regret not having eyes in the east.
Part of me doesn't want to give Brynden a position doing more of the same, even if he would be really good at it. He's also an Archmage and could be good at a lot of things. I know he's comfortable living in the shadows but it would be healthier for him if we could include him in our day-to-day lives. I think Viserys thinks about this, like a lot.
1. I wonder if he had kids? If he did, he definitely decided to have them under a different name, likely because they didn't want them to carry the stink of "blood of Aerion". I mean what has being a Targaryen ever given him, except a sack full of dragons and maybe some good armor and a sword and training to go with it? It also took away any chance of having a life in Westeros worth living.
- Young Maegor almost became a maester, but he was pretty terrible at scholarship and so begged King Aegon the Fifth to let him travel to Essos to fight in their wars as a sellsword. His council mostly argued against it suggesting the Watch, though not with much fervor. Aerion's shadow upon the boy was such that few would think to make him king. After a year the king agreed and Maegor sailed out of history effectively, never to be seen or heard from again in the Seven Kingdoms.
- Yeah, Viserys is quite concerned over too much Bloodraven too little Brynden, it has been a long time indeed since he has had the luxury to lay down that mask
I don't have any complaints with that. We've got a significant commission in the Opaline Vault which will be ready for pickup on the 19th of next month. We can purchase what sets they have available and place orders for more, if the supply is limited.@Goldfish We should buy more Titan's Tools... like double what we have now. Actually I would just order 18 more of them. It's pretty much what we're eventually going to need. And in the mean time it would basically allow us to finish all short-term construction in Essos really fast. Fast enough we could bring Westeros up to code in months, then spread them around back and forth.
1. I wonder if he had kids? If he did, he definitely decided to have them under a different name, likely because they didn't want them to carry the stink of "blood of Aerion". I mean what has being a Targaryen ever given him, except a sack full of dragons and maybe some good armor and a sword and training to go with it? It also took away any chance of having a life in Westeros worth living.
Good news, there.I don't have any complaints with that. We've got a significant commission in the Opaline Vault which will be ready for pickup on the 19th of next month. We can purchase what sets they have available and place orders for more, if the supply is limited.
If he's alive, I wonder what he thinks of Viserys? "Good on him"? Or "I better move the fuck out"? I hope we at least didn't ruin his retirement. I'd feel bad if we fucked that up for him.That is almost certain yes. In the years since there has not been a whisper from anyone claiming descent from Maegor, or indeed from Maegor himself who could technically be alive even now. He would be sixty in the present.
If he's alive, I wonder what he thinks of Viserys? "Good on him"? Or "I better move the fuck out"? I hope we at least didn't ruin his retirement. I'd feel bad if we fucked that up for him.
You guys could try to divine the answers there.
Actually... that sounds like something Dany might do, she is quite invested in family near or far. I'll have to think of this when it isn't almost 1 AM for me.
A Mighty Mind Dragon!@Goldfish You know what would be cool? If upon Viserys reaching Mythic Tier 10, Varys transformed from Pseudodragon into a Mind Dragon...
@Artemis1992, I took your advice and dialed back the Constitution attribute on the Mind Dragons. Four points for the Adults and two to three points for the other Age Categories. The DC for their poison is still quite nice and they're hardly lacking for HP.
I also reduced their Strength attribute by four points per Age Category. The base templates ended up with bigger numbers, but that's a bit too brawny for Dragons meant to focus more on the power of their minds and magic.
I did, however, add spellcasting back in for the Wyrmlings, though without the Practiced Spellcaster bonus feat (which now isn't gained until Young Adult). 2nd level Sorcerer spellcasting is barely more than parlor tricks. In exchange for the lowered Strength and Constitution, I increased the effective Sorcerer level for Young Adults from 6th to 7th level and Adults from 8th to 9th level. Effective caster level doesn't change, but it gives them two or three more spells to work with.
A Mighty Mind Dragon!
Hell, I don't see why it would even have to wait that long. Maybe sometime in the near-ish future, when we don't have so many more pressing Research Actions to handle, we can see what would be involved in ascending Varys from a Pseudodragon Familiar to a Mighty Mind Dragon. One of her children could become Viserys' new Familiar. It's only proper that she should ascend in order to continue her reign as the Queen of the Pseudodragons (and their advanced cousins).
It's been at least a few months. We first heard about it in the 8th Month, and I don't think it happened long before the Lads visited SD.Do we know how long ago Lord Keath's heir got ganked by the Lads, @Crake? The more time that has passed, the more difficulty we might have covering up his "death".
Perfect, dude. Tempest seems like a cool lion-bird monster.Home is in Another Sky
Twenty Third Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
Robert Ruthermont tossed his starfish emblazoned shield against the far wall of the empty stable, more of a 'sky-perch' for all that the building was just a temporary thing, it was easy for the builders to make it comfortable and accessible to the griffons. The corners of the letter in his hand crinkled and nearly tore, such was the strength that he bit into it with his grip, sinking down against the fused stone wall behind him. He couldn't see the wet spots staining the letters clearly anymore.
He startled as he heard a shuffling, Tempest poking their head through into their neat den. "What is wrong, partner?" Their voice was smooth and deep, like a drum, accented as it was by the tongue of air of which he knew little but more every day. Robert tried to hide the letter, before reluctantly showing his mount and friend after they started bumping their head against his chest, something they'd do whenever he annoyed them or tried to hide something from them--though that was usually a piece of meat or a letter from a maid or two from back in the Vale.
"Ah," he said sadly, staring up at Robert with sympathy he'd normally find a damn slight to his pride. Instead the young man ran a hand through the skyborn griffon's feathers after they laid their head across his lap. "Your sire is angry at you for joining the Thunder-Lightning Warrior's pride?"
"Ser Waymar wouldn't call it that," Robert said glumly, not even able to find his friend's weird manner of saying things a comfort. "He's a good man, but father called him a traitor in his letter... and me the same, just not in as many words. Asked me to come back and hope the King didn't hear about what I'd done, to beg the Gods for forgiveness for consorting with traitors and heathens, and beg the King for my life if he did hear about things. Nowhere did he say "congratulations" for raising my House's lot in the world, seeing as how to my eyes we haven't been fu--," Robert blushed and cleared his throat, going on, "--damned relevant since the days a Royce was King in the Vale and it wasn't called 'of Arryn'. You'd think with Lord Jon being dead he'd grow a bit of a spine and maybe some sense to go with it," Robert groused.
"He could worry that you are not safe," the Griffon considered from its somewhat other perspective. "That you are not in lands rich for the hunt, have no shelter to keep away the elements, or will go to fight wild things too mighty for you to contend with." He raised his head in an odd rolling gesture, his equivalent of a shrug Robert had come to learn. "I am not learned of your lines on flat things. But you say in this 'letter' he mentions all these things."
"Just... not in so many words," Robert admitted. But that was essentially what they had wrote. "And it's just my Father who's raging at me, my Mother and sisters wrote me a week ago and they're fine, just worried."
"I'm sorry I haven't been around to pay attention to things like this," the voice startled Robert into a stand, prompting an irritated squawk from Tempest. Robert shot him an apologetic look but had a thousand different things on his mind than ruffling a few feathers. Ser Waymar Royce was standing around the corner, now leaning around to look at him. "You looked upset and I pointed your bond-mate over to you, but... I didn't know you fell out with your family." He hesitated, starting to say something like 'why didn't you' before shaking his head and cutting himself off. "I'm sorry for listening in."
"No, don't be," Robert quickly said as his leader started to walk away. It was sort of awkward since Robert was a couple of years older than the Grandmaster and Lord Commander at seven and ten, but he all but worshiped them for all he had seen thus far. Never a finer sword out of the Vale, or a better man for all of that. He wanted to follow him into battle but knew from all the lessons and tales that the things the Knight of Thunder was off fighting were so far beyond Robert's ken, and that was partially why he was always away for most of each month. "You've done nothing wrong, I've just got to suck it up..."
"No, that's not right," Waymar interrupted, stepping fully into the room. "I made the offer and brought you into this when I saw you at the festival. You weren't even competing, just squiring for Ser Qarlton. I promised I would have all of your backs, and that's not just in a fight but also when things get messy in life too." The younger and somehow older Knight looked far away for a moment. "I wish I had the right words to make this right with your lord father, but I don't. I'm not blessed with a silver tongue like that. Even so, I know when to rely on others to help. We'll fix things with your family, either with my own father's help or with that of the King."
Robert paled, "We can't bother the King with this, he..."
"Like hell we can't," Waymar scoffed, "They're his vassals too, and Viserys is going around setting the realm in order as we speak. The only thing we can do wrong is to say nothing and hope things work out 'til the last moment where battle lines have already been drawn in the sand."
Robert took a deep breath, lifting his arm as Tempest nudged it and sat by his side. "A-alright." He wiped his face, only just then realizing he'd looked like a goddamn simpering fool in front of Ser Waymar.
"I looked the same when I went into exile," Waymar said with a slightly tight smile. "Between you and me, I was probably messier."
Robert coughed out a laugh, and the hurt eased a bit more.