For what it's worth, it doesn't seem like DP was fleeing by the seat of the pants in the beginning. :p

My biggest problem I think is that I prefer Essos to Westeros, not least of which because it has much more fun interactions than the hopelessly feudal Westerosi lords, but there's a lack of modern-day canon characters I want to play with as main characters in Essos, and I have to give a good reason for any Westerosi PC to get to there. Plus the characters I'm looking at.. don't really have any desire to stick around there (or do anything to uproot the social order), though if I make them a cleric or paladin or such I could say "your god says so". Also, one of my biggest concerns is having a character who can interact with nobility, but who doesn't have a power base/family hold they can just flee to if things go wrong (at least at first). I suppose I could have something go horribly wrong to a canon character and have them unable to access their power base and influence for a while.

And I do have a few ideas for early party members at least...
Asher Forrester sounds like a good fit to what you're looking for, he was exiled to Essos so he is already there and is a minor noble but can't go back to Ironrath lest he risk his family to the Whitehills. He is also someone whose character is pretty fleshed out, and you'd have some base material to work with from the telltale game.
 
Dang it, re-reading through the story makes me want to try developing my old Domeric Bolton Quest again.

Give him access to Farmville, Plants vs Zombies, Angry Birds, or any of the other infamous mobile games as a mini world, and watch as your participants save Planetos by the power of microtransactions!

Sorry, just amused by this Xianxia with Farmville I was reading.
 
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@DragonParadox, to try and see if there's quelling worry expressed in-thread earlier, is the Well of Eternity a sturdy enough vessel as it is right now for all of Drowny's power?

We are about to get acess to a power-field even more massive than the slice we carved off Tiamat - and that one have been shared between us and our allied Deities - but I reckon it would also be a fair bit more/less stable than when it was crafted because it holds most of that remaining Tiamat's stolen power (in it already.
 
@DragonParadox, to try and see if there's quelling worry expressed in-thread earlier, is the Well of Eternity a sturdy enough vessel as it is right now for all of Drowny's power?

The ritual is planned such that you only get the power field when you have an Imperial god to eat it due to timey whimey stuff. You are also probably not getting all of it just as much as would have blow up the island and then some extra.
 
Interlude CMLXXVIII: Lady of Iron
Lady of Iron

Twenty First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

Asha may not have had much to do with farming, much less mucking fields, but she could smell a pile of fresh shit when it was stuck right under her nose. 'Concerns of state about sharing anything about the journey' the King said, as though that was supposed to explain how by the Drowned God's salty left nut Old Wyk wouldn't be breaking up to drown her whole realm. She took a deep steadying breath, a habit she had picked up over the last few years, and stopped pacing.

Wouldn't do to argue with him now of all times. I'll find out what kind of horror had been lairing beneath Nagga's Hill even if I have to get the bloody half-squid wizard to make her a new brain the rest of the squids couldn't listen in on, she vowed inwardly.

As though reading her mind, though really only her expression instead, her uncle gave her one of his piercing looks, the sort that he used to give a certain girl who was in the habit of hiding in piles of old nets to get out to sea when her father would rather than do something ashore. "The King does have the right to keep you in the dark if he feels it is for the good of the realm... all the realm. It's not all being paid to fight and to sail in his name, or knock together the heads of lords who wouldn't take you seriously when you were younger."

"I know I know..." The young captain sighed. "It's his island more than it is mine because he's king, but it's my island first if that makes sense. I should know what's down there."

Rodrik's expression turned grave. "I've known some who would rather be able to forget what they learned of such dark things."

Once Asha might have scoffed and claimed she was made of sterner thing, but she had met the knight of Grey Garden and she knew he was anything but weak of mind and yet he lamented not being able to drink to forget. "They will come for me when the war starts. They will come for us all before they ever touch the shore of Sorcerer's Deep..." she trailed off, then with an edge of gallows humor added. "I hate to die with my chin dropped all the way like a Far Islander at the first sight of a real port."

"You are in a grim mood for a woman about to take on a Dukedom," her uncle said, pouring her another glass of Arbor Gold, compliments of Horas' family.

"Islands shouldn't bloody break like a skiff in a storm," she said picking it up and draining it.

Even Rodrik, a man as famed for fair argument as the breadth of his reading, couldn't argue with that.

***​

Twenty Second Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

When the lords of the Iron Islands laid eyes upon the daughter of Balon Greyjoy on the next morning they saw in her no trace of the uncertainty, the fear or the anger that her uncle had glimpsed. Some of it was magic, the power of insight and foresight, the gift of gab borrowed from some ancient dragon, but some of it was just her, a woman who had sailed from the Shivering Sea to the Shores of Sothoryos and from the familiar waters of Sorcerer's Deep to Yin and the gate of the Golden Empire. She was garbed in enchantments, glittering mail and a sorcerous cloak, and at her side axes of dragonsteel such as only the boldest and luckiest raiders had brought to these shores.

As Asha spoke of the wealth and power that could be had in the wake of the Dragon, of the glory to be garnered in wars under skies beyond their ancestors' imagination, it was as much with her very presence as with the words that passed her lips into the chill air.


No showman or mummer she, for all she had seen King Viserys at it enough times that she thought she could play the part at need. Instead Asha spoke quietly with unwavering conviction of what she had seen of the 'god' of her girlhood and the things that were pulling its strings.

For Theon's sake she couldn't speak of what their... of what Damphair had done to him in the name of the Drowned God, but there were plenty of other stories awash in horror beyond the blood and death that Ironborn were used to hearing of. Deepsmen's tales of what it was to be really under the hand of the Drowned God and of those scattered sailors like Halfhand who managed to keep body and mind together enough to turn their coat and live to make a better life.

"The Deep Ones don't want us to pay the Iron Price, they want us to pay the bloody Flesh Price because that is all we are to them!" she roared, raising an axe to the sky. "I say we pay them with iron in their guts instead and keep the gold for ourselves!"

In the east the first rays of light began to break, some trick of sorcery and glamor-craft timed just right. "A new king I call to, a new God!" Aife burst from the clouds in all her radiant power. flanked by sea drakes that had already been protecting the islands. "A new Way to chart! I call for Viserys King of the line of Aegon!"

What do you do for your part in the oathtaking?

[] Write in

OOC: Asha is one of those rare characters where I actually found two pics of her, one looking younger than the other. This was also really fun for me to write, a speech that is given in a different perspective than Viserys' polished tones, but still influenced by them. Hope you guys enjoy.
 
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Kinda busy at work, so no time to make a speech.

But you realize it's been ages since we've made an actual speech, right? We definitely need one here.
 
Would it be too much if we appear to materialize out of the dawns sunlight, golden cloak gently flying in the breeze as we slowly sink to the ground?
 
Would it be too much if we appear to materialize out of the dawns sunlight, golden cloak gently flying in the breeze as we slowly sink to the ground?
It wouldn't be too much for Viserys at all.
If anything; we should add some epic boss music to go along with his entrance.
 
Would it be too much if we appear to materialize out of the dawns sunlight, golden cloak gently flying in the breeze as we slowly sink to the ground?
It'd even fit geographically, as we come from the East in multiple ways: being Valyrian, having our capital to the east of Westeros, the Iron Islands being the westernmost realm. In a general sense all visitors to the islands come from the east, as has all wealth gained from trade or plunder.
 
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Lady of Iron

Twenty First Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

Asha may not have had much to do with farming, much less mucking fields, but she could smell a pile of fresh shit when it was stuck right under her nose. 'Concerns of state about sharing anything about the journey' the king said, as though that was supposed to explain how, by the Drowned God's salty left nut, Old Wyk wouldn't be breaking up to drown her whole realm. She took a deep steadying breath, a habit she had picked up over the last few years, and stopped pacing.

Wouldn't do to argue with him now of all times. I'll find out find out what kind of horror had been lairing beneath Nagga's Hill even if I have to get the bloody half-squid wizard to make me a new brain the rest of the squids couldn't listen in on, she vowed inwardly.

As though reading her mind, though really only her expression instead, her uncle gave her one of his piercing looks, the sort that used to give a certain girl who was in the habit of hiding in piles of old nets to get out to sea when her father would rather she do something ashore. "The king does have the right to keep you in the dark if he feels it is for the good of the realm... all the realm. It's not all being paid to fight and to sail in his name, or knock together the heads of lords who wouldn't take you seriously when you were younger."

"I know, I know..." The young captain sighed. "It's his island more than it is mine because he's king, but it's my island first if that makes sense. I should know what's down there."

Rodrik's expression turned grave. "I've known some who would rather be able to forget what they learned of such dark things."

Once Asha might have scoffed and claimed she was made of sterner stuff, but she had met the knight of Grey Garden and she knew he was anything but weak of mind, and yet he lamented not being able to drink to forget. "They will come for me when the war starts, they will come for us all before they ever touch the shore of Sorcerer's Deep..." she trailed off, then with an edge of gallows humor, added, "I hate to die with my chin dropped all the way like a Far Islander at the first sight of a real port."

"You are in a grim mood for a woman about to take on a Dukedom," her uncle said, pouring her another glass of Arbor Gold, compliments of Horas' family.

"Islands shouldn't bloody break like a skiff in a storm," she said picking it up and draining it.

Even Rodrik, a man as famed for fair argument as the breadth of his reading, couldn't argue with that.

***​

Twenty Second Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC

When the lords of the Iron Islands laid eyes upon the daughter of Balon Greyjoy on the next morning, they saw in her no trace of the uncertainty, the fear or the anger that her uncle had glimpsed. Some of it was magic, the power of insight and foresight, the gift of gab borrowed from some ancient dragon, but some of it was just her, a woman who had sailed from the Shivering Sea to the Shores of Sothoryos, and from the familiar waters of Sorcerer's Deep to Yin and the gate of the Golden Empire. She was garbed in enchantments, glittering mail and sorcerous cloak, and at her side axes of dragon steel such as only the boldest and luckiest raiders had brought to these shores.

As Asha spoke of the wealth and power that could be had in the wake of the Dragon, of the glory to be garnered in wars under skies beyond their ancestors' imagination, it was as much with her very presence as with the words that passed her lips into the chili air.


No showman or mummer she, for all she had seen King Viserys at it enough times that she thought she could play the part at need. Instead, Asha spoke quietly with the unwavering conviction of what she had seen of the god of her girlhood and the things that were pulling its strings.

For Theon's sake, she couldn't speak of what their... of what Damphair had done to him in the name of the Drowned God, but there were plenty of other stories awash in horror beyond the blood and death that Ironborn were used to hearing of. Deepsmen's tales of what it was to be really under the hand of the Drowned and those of scattered sailors like Halfhand who managed to keep body and mind together enough to turn their coat and live to make a better life.

"The Deep Ones don't want us to pay the Iron Price, they want us to pay the bloody Flesh Price, because that is all we are to them!" she roared raising and axe to the sky. "I say we pay them with iron in their guts instead and keep the gold for ourselves!"

In the east the first rays of light began to break, some trick of sorcery and glamor-craft timed just right. "A new king I call to, a new God." Aife burst from the clouds in all her radiant power, flanked by sea drakes that had already been protecting the islands. "A new Way to chart! I call for Viserys King of the line of Aegon!"

What do you do for your part in the oathtaking?

[] Write in

OOC: Asha is one of those rare characters where I actually found two pics of her one looking younger than the other. This was also really fun for me to write, a speech that is given in a different perspective than Viserys' polished tones, but still influenced by them. Hope you guys enjoy. Not yet edited.
Here's an edited version of the chapter, @DragonParadox.

I'll update Asha's character sheet with the new picture when I get a chance.
 
we know how you feel dude. just gotta get through the last reports (research, infrastructure, inquisition) and pieces (Ymeri and Cleganebowl) before we get to the correnation and all that is attached
 
Hey guys! Caught up again! Really cant believe we're about to invade westeros... I've been waiting for this moment oh boy.
Glad to see ya again, fam.

Yeh, it's not too far off from here.
About a month IRL give or take, if what we're seeing so far of update-speed and DP's willingness (or lack of thereof) to summarise things.
 
[X] Plan Absolutely Not Overdoing It
-[X] Appear from the east in your human form, directly in front of the rising sun to make it appear as if you manifested from the rays of light.
-[X] Gently float down by using Overland Flight, your golden cloak billowing in the slight breeze, while the Myrkdreki supply some Ominous Valyrian Chanting with Mirage Arcana.
-[X] When you touch down, give a speech:
--[X] "Long has the yoke of the Illithid rested upon the Ironmens shoulders. Long they were forced to live like beasts. Like cattle. But no longer. The time has come to end this. The time has come for them to bleed. To make their halls tremble in fear before our might."
--[X] "The nightmare is no longer. A new dawn has broken for the Iron Isles and it's people. Swear to me, and at long last, the Ironborn shall have their vengeance. What say you?"

Edit: For the record, it's Asha's fault that she called us "a new god".
 
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[X] Azel

Gotta be fun if there's an Illithid infiltrator in this oathgiving posed to do basically the same thing narrative-wise we did in the timewarp, and do something nasty :V
Remember y'all, the squids in the 'now' know that was us who fucked around in the 'past', since the Omnipath successfully ran away.
 
[X] Plan Absolutely Not Overdoing It
-[X] Appear from the east in your human form, directly in front of the rising sun to make it appear as if you manifested from the rays of light.
-[X] Gently float down with Telekinesis, your golden cloak billowing in the slight breeze, while the Myrkdreki supply some Ominous Valyrian Chanting with Mirage Arcana.
-[X] When you touch down, give a speech:
--[X] "Long has the yoke of the Illithid rested upon the Ironmens shoulders. Long they were forced to live like beasts. Like cattle. But no longer. The time has come to end this. The time has come for them to bleed. To make their halls tremble in fear before our might."
--[X] "The nightmare is no longer. A new dawn has broken for the Iron Isles and it's people. Swear to me, and at long last, the Ironborn shall have their vengeance. What say you?"

@Azel Not naming the vote "Come To Crystal Dragon Jesus Moment"?
 
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