Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
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Song of the Dragon (ASOIAF/WOT Quest)
- Thread starter Mazrick
- Start date
- Crossover
Just reuploaded the PNG for the Traits tab to the host and used the new link. Dunno what cause the old one to break.
Sorry bout that folks 😅
- Location
- USA
The two certainly do have that similarity so it is a point that could help them bond but I'm imagining that their differences are going to cause a fair bit of conflict which is something that drew me to this idea of their relationship when Maz first started talking about this quest. So, if they end up joining forces and marrying it won't be happily ever after for them. They came together for mutual gain and attraction I'm sure but they'll have to work out their differences to form a lasting and good marriage. Remember that we picked Supremacist as a trait for Aenar...Dothraki are people he doesn't like because of how they merely destroy in his eyes along with all sorts of other reasons I'm sure. Dany was married to one and keeps Dothraki around her along with some Dothraki traditions. That's bound to be an issue I'm sure lol.
Moving on...I think Aenar is likely to take up the Targ name himself. Remember that Aenar hasn't grown up with the Blackfyre name. His attachment to the name is unlikely to be strong. What he would care about is taking the Iron Throne as it should have been Daemon's throne per Blackfyre belief. Given that Aenar has also extensively studied Westeros and Targ history...Aenar viewing Targs and Blackfyres as the same family that had a succession spat. Him taking the Targ name for convenience is probably fine in his eyes.
Yeah, Aenar will need more than just the Golden Company's help. Luckily Westeros will be falling into massive conflict soon enough!
Brainbow
Jamais vu
Thinking about it, I have the concern that Aenar might be inclined to follow the letter of his promise to his dad rather than the spirit, '[ensuring] that Haegon Blackfyre's legacy sits upon the Iron Throne.' I hope he is more flexible with that promise if the Red and Black Dragons meet.
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- Location
- USA
Yeah hat specific issue do you have with that bit? That Aenar would want himself to be on the Iron Throne?
Brainbow
Jamais vu
That's the one, or at least the one that's not gonna give him nightmares of his dad accosting him over a technicality.
Pyre
Mazrick
Shai'tan
- Location
- The Pit of Doom
A moment where only your father's muttered demands resound through the room. Head bowed, your eyes shut tight. Everything is dark. An opulent life spent employed in the Civic Guard married to a bride chosen by your grandfather disappears in the wind. A quiet life spent studying and expanding your sorceries evaporates into a heat haze. Another world where you lead the Faithful Brothers east to fight in yet another Yi Ti civil war fades to nothing. An oscillating vision, fire and blood reigning over Qarth blinks away into a dream that never was.
You shake your head. By your own will, your path is set.
"I promise…" Your voice is hoarse when you finally respond. Sweat coating your body, heart thudding loudly in your chest, you strengthen your resolve into dragonsteel, burning and unyielding. Your father gave away everything so that you could stand here. The most you can do is match his will. He will not go to the next world without assurances. "With this life you have given me, I will honor your sacrifice. The price you paid… I can scarcely imagine, but it will not be in vain!"
In a familiar motion, you unsheathe your dragonglass dagger. A clean cut along your palm. A sliver of pain. Crimson blood, the blood of the dragon, seeps out from the gash in your pale skin. Swiping the bloody palm diagonally across your handsome visage, you look up at your father. Half the world is dyed red as you meet Haegon Blackfyre's pitiless purple gaze.
"By the bonds of blood, I do swear to take back what was stolen from us."
"Ahri-" Mother's regal and remote facade crumbles, but you thunder on, "I, Aenar Blackfyre, swear to bring fire and blood to our enemies. Thrice do I swear: our legacy shall one day take up our rightful seat upon the Iron Throne."
Father's rotten teeth are bared in a final smile before he falls back into a fitful sleep. His eyes close one last time, his body is racked with tremors. Even unconscious the older Blackfyre will know pain. Tears fall unabashedly to mix with blood. There will be no death for Haegon Blackfyre while you draw breath. The dying embers of his being are bound to nourish you. He will linger on.
Dragonglass catches candlelight.
None are so accursed as the kinslayer. That is an old saying. Alongside those who violate guest-right, kinslayers bear the curse of the world, the weight of bonds broken, When any bonds are severed, there are repercussions. The powers beyond the world watch and judge. It is the same agency that gives your bloodmagic potency. Blood of a king, the life of a priest, or the spells of a maegi are all fine kindling for your sorceries, but a true sorcerer must have safeguards against the fury of those outer-beings, those others call gods.
An amulet bearing a single great ruby is warm against your chest. Fire cleanses.
All things are permitted in Asshai.
All things are permitted for you.
You would not wish your father's condition on your worst enemy. You will not allow this atrocity for even a moment longer.
Armed with the truth, you spring forward and plant the tip of your dagger into your father's chest. Breastbone gives way like rotted wood. Blood wells out of the wound, and Haegon Blackfyre lets out one relieved sigh before going blessedly still.
The amulet's ruby blazes over your heart.
You take a step back.
Dracarys
The flame within the dragonglass dagger wakes at your command. The merest ember brought forth from a stone prison, it transforms and expands under your implacable will. Black and red flames, dragonfire, pours out of the blade. It spreads to engulf your father. The flames strain, they wish to consume more, to burn the villa to the ground, to feast on the entire world, but you have long mastered the arts of pyromancy. Even at the tender age of sixteen, you would have been a peer to any pyromancer of the Freehold. In the space between waking and dreaming, every night you would lie awake staring at your ceiling for hours on end. Rebellious flames learned to dance to your tune then.
Now, these flames are an extension of your will. You move them as easily as flexing a hand.
Only your father's ravaged and decayed corpse burns. Mother mutely watches nearby. Her eyes are dry. Long ago she shed her last tears. Egrayn Taish Arra's attention is transfixed on the dragonfire. Drawn by light and heat, others attempt to enter, but the sturdy oak door is barred.
The amulet and its ruby are scalding hot against your skin, a sign that its protective magic is working. Imbued with a drop of your heart-blood, and ensorcelled by the most powerful spells you have ever cast, it is a shield against the judgement of gods and the perfidities of men. Curses and poisons both will be burned away as long as you can bear its heat. Other sorcerers and maegis choose to make such an object of power into the focal point of all their magical castings, but you choose for a shield to remain a shield.
"My love, you were the strongest man I ever knew." Mother speaks as the dragonfire rises to its peak. "Rest well, we shall take it from here."
When you finally extinguish his funeral pyre, only father's ashes remain upon his scorched sheets.
"May you find shelter in the halls of our fathers." Your voice is ragged. You're not a holy man, but a son must say words at his father's funeral. A mental note is made to interrogate Ser Laswell and the older knights later on. The stories of Ser Haegon Blackfyre will not die out. Perhaps, a history will be written.
Thereafter, you carefully collect the ashes into an urn. You swear they will be interred at King's Landing alongside others of your father's bloodline.
For a long, long moment you simply consider the ashes in the urn. The ruby amulet is no longer burning against your breast, but it remains uncomfortably hot.
What terrible marvels sorcery can work.
In the face of a solemn vow to conquer an entire continent, to conquer without dragons, you must make use of every instrument and tool in your hand.
You are greatly skilled in the magics of Old Valyria. Those long fallow spells bloom with your care. Pyromancy, bloodmagic, and enchanting are the three pillars of your sorcery. However, you have endeavored to learn other elements of magic. Some like the Rhoynish Water Magic are anathema; others like the inherited magics of the First Men are simply beyond your ken. Unlike your mother, who is an expert in dragon-lore and bloodmagic, maester Marwyn is more of a generalist. He managed to teach you...
Choose one
[] Alchemy- The Guild of Alchemists in Westeros do not have a monopoly on the secret spells and substances of alchemy. You have learned them well. The green fires of wildfire harbor a hunger different from your own dragonfire. Many other alchemical substances and transmutations fascinate the imagination.
[] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
[] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
(Note: There could be fun and unexpected synergies between Valyrian Style magics and the element you choose!)
You shake your head. By your own will, your path is set.
"I promise…" Your voice is hoarse when you finally respond. Sweat coating your body, heart thudding loudly in your chest, you strengthen your resolve into dragonsteel, burning and unyielding. Your father gave away everything so that you could stand here. The most you can do is match his will. He will not go to the next world without assurances. "With this life you have given me, I will honor your sacrifice. The price you paid… I can scarcely imagine, but it will not be in vain!"
In a familiar motion, you unsheathe your dragonglass dagger. A clean cut along your palm. A sliver of pain. Crimson blood, the blood of the dragon, seeps out from the gash in your pale skin. Swiping the bloody palm diagonally across your handsome visage, you look up at your father. Half the world is dyed red as you meet Haegon Blackfyre's pitiless purple gaze.
"By the bonds of blood, I do swear to take back what was stolen from us."
"Ahri-" Mother's regal and remote facade crumbles, but you thunder on, "I, Aenar Blackfyre, swear to bring fire and blood to our enemies. Thrice do I swear: our legacy shall one day take up our rightful seat upon the Iron Throne."
Father's rotten teeth are bared in a final smile before he falls back into a fitful sleep. His eyes close one last time, his body is racked with tremors. Even unconscious the older Blackfyre will know pain. Tears fall unabashedly to mix with blood. There will be no death for Haegon Blackfyre while you draw breath. The dying embers of his being are bound to nourish you. He will linger on.
Dragonglass catches candlelight.
None are so accursed as the kinslayer. That is an old saying. Alongside those who violate guest-right, kinslayers bear the curse of the world, the weight of bonds broken, When any bonds are severed, there are repercussions. The powers beyond the world watch and judge. It is the same agency that gives your bloodmagic potency. Blood of a king, the life of a priest, or the spells of a maegi are all fine kindling for your sorceries, but a true sorcerer must have safeguards against the fury of those outer-beings, those others call gods.
An amulet bearing a single great ruby is warm against your chest. Fire cleanses.
All things are permitted in Asshai.
All things are permitted for you.
You would not wish your father's condition on your worst enemy. You will not allow this atrocity for even a moment longer.
Armed with the truth, you spring forward and plant the tip of your dagger into your father's chest. Breastbone gives way like rotted wood. Blood wells out of the wound, and Haegon Blackfyre lets out one relieved sigh before going blessedly still.
The amulet's ruby blazes over your heart.
You take a step back.
Dracarys
The flame within the dragonglass dagger wakes at your command. The merest ember brought forth from a stone prison, it transforms and expands under your implacable will. Black and red flames, dragonfire, pours out of the blade. It spreads to engulf your father. The flames strain, they wish to consume more, to burn the villa to the ground, to feast on the entire world, but you have long mastered the arts of pyromancy. Even at the tender age of sixteen, you would have been a peer to any pyromancer of the Freehold. In the space between waking and dreaming, every night you would lie awake staring at your ceiling for hours on end. Rebellious flames learned to dance to your tune then.
Now, these flames are an extension of your will. You move them as easily as flexing a hand.
Only your father's ravaged and decayed corpse burns. Mother mutely watches nearby. Her eyes are dry. Long ago she shed her last tears. Egrayn Taish Arra's attention is transfixed on the dragonfire. Drawn by light and heat, others attempt to enter, but the sturdy oak door is barred.
The amulet and its ruby are scalding hot against your skin, a sign that its protective magic is working. Imbued with a drop of your heart-blood, and ensorcelled by the most powerful spells you have ever cast, it is a shield against the judgement of gods and the perfidities of men. Curses and poisons both will be burned away as long as you can bear its heat. Other sorcerers and maegis choose to make such an object of power into the focal point of all their magical castings, but you choose for a shield to remain a shield.
"My love, you were the strongest man I ever knew." Mother speaks as the dragonfire rises to its peak. "Rest well, we shall take it from here."
When you finally extinguish his funeral pyre, only father's ashes remain upon his scorched sheets.
"May you find shelter in the halls of our fathers." Your voice is ragged. You're not a holy man, but a son must say words at his father's funeral. A mental note is made to interrogate Ser Laswell and the older knights later on. The stories of Ser Haegon Blackfyre will not die out. Perhaps, a history will be written.
Thereafter, you carefully collect the ashes into an urn. You swear they will be interred at King's Landing alongside others of your father's bloodline.
For a long, long moment you simply consider the ashes in the urn. The ruby amulet is no longer burning against your breast, but it remains uncomfortably hot.
What terrible marvels sorcery can work.
In the face of a solemn vow to conquer an entire continent, to conquer without dragons, you must make use of every instrument and tool in your hand.
You are greatly skilled in the magics of Old Valyria. Those long fallow spells bloom with your care. Pyromancy, bloodmagic, and enchanting are the three pillars of your sorcery. However, you have endeavored to learn other elements of magic. Some like the Rhoynish Water Magic are anathema; others like the inherited magics of the First Men are simply beyond your ken. Unlike your mother, who is an expert in dragon-lore and bloodmagic, maester Marwyn is more of a generalist. He managed to teach you...
Choose one
[] Alchemy- The Guild of Alchemists in Westeros do not have a monopoly on the secret spells and substances of alchemy. You have learned them well. The green fires of wildfire harbor a hunger different from your own dragonfire. Many other alchemical substances and transmutations fascinate the imagination.
[] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
[] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
(Note: There could be fun and unexpected synergies between Valyrian Style magics and the element you choose!)
- Location
- The Void
[X] Alchemy- The Guild of Alchemists in Westeros do not have a monopoly on the secret spells and substances of alchemy. You have learned them well. The green fires of wildfire harbor a hunger different from your own dragonfire. Many other alchemical substances and transmutations fascinate the imagination.
Does healing include poisoning and so on?
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
Glamour can be incredibly useful when mixed with our existing skill in enchantment. Would let us disguise ourself and others, alter voices, trap people in hallucinations... etc
Would combo incredibly well with our Intrigue Attribute.
Along with Intel gathering....
Glamour can be incredibly useful when mixed with our existing skill in enchantment. Would let us disguise ourself and others, alter voices, trap people in hallucinations... etc
Would combo incredibly well with our Intrigue Attribute.
Along with Intel gathering....
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
The most socially acceptable magic if we want to go west. It's totally not magic but miraculous healing...
The most socially acceptable magic if we want to go west. It's totally not magic but miraculous healing...
That's actually a good point, miraculous healing is hella good PR.
blackshadow111
Happy Helpful Grenade
- Location
- India
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
Pyromancy, blood magic, and enchanting.
And we can add alchemy, glamour, or healing to that list.
Part of me thinks that Alchemy is the most likely to synergize in some way, and that's before Wild Fire supposedly being forgotten. But I'm also interested in Glamour, since it opens another avenue with light and shadow while also being really useful for intrigue. Then again, healing is rare and useful. Leveraging Aenar's ability to boost that should make it even more potent.
And we can add alchemy, glamour, or healing to that list.
Part of me thinks that Alchemy is the most likely to synergize in some way, and that's before Wild Fire supposedly being forgotten. But I'm also interested in Glamour, since it opens another avenue with light and shadow while also being really useful for intrigue. Then again, healing is rare and useful. Leveraging Aenar's ability to boost that should make it even more potent.
- Location
- USA
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
Right now this is going to be of the most use to us as the possibilities for Glamour are beyond wonderful. Not only can we use it on ourselves we can also cast it on our men which future enhances the intrigue plans we can do along with discrete assassinations.
We're going to be using magic. Sooner or later knowledge of our bloodmagic and other abilities will be spread and kill whatever goodwill "miraculous healing" brought. Better to use something more useful now and later.
Right now this is going to be of the most use to us as the possibilities for Glamour are beyond wonderful. Not only can we use it on ourselves we can also cast it on our men which future enhances the intrigue plans we can do along with discrete assassinations.
The most socially acceptable magic if we want to go west. It's totally not magic but miraculous healing...
We're going to be using magic. Sooner or later knowledge of our bloodmagic and other abilities will be spread and kill whatever goodwill "miraculous healing" brought. Better to use something more useful now and later.
CedeTheBees
Probably high right now
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Any dragon can destroy. It takes someone special to heal.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
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[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
Why healing? Simple. Nobody ever expects, or overestimates, the healer. Think about it. What kind of healing can you do? Just doo spooky dooky magic stuff and the person's fine? What about scar tissue? Blood loss? Atrophy? Think of the round-about ways we could use this skill, shaping it and forming it to out own deeds and purposes.
There's a reason that clerics in D&D get Neckromancey spells. It's becaue it's all about manipulating life. The basic principles of healing itself is to use power to restore life, and so why wouldn't the other side of the scale be true? I heavily doubt that the powoer would stop at closing a cut, or softening a bruise. Qyburn himself, a man who's one of the few known to have some form of control over life, could be seen as a cleric. Delaying Ser Robert's death, and turning him into a pupper, is by far a uuseful ability. But I doubt we'd be confined to that narrow practice.
One highly useful application I'm thinking of is the dragon eggs we'll no doubt hunt for. Having skills in healing may (read: will) definitely help in re-purposing the eggs, and perhaps rejuvinating them.
Why healing? Simple. Nobody ever expects, or overestimates, the healer. Think about it. What kind of healing can you do? Just doo spooky dooky magic stuff and the person's fine? What about scar tissue? Blood loss? Atrophy? Think of the round-about ways we could use this skill, shaping it and forming it to out own deeds and purposes.
There's a reason that clerics in D&D get Neckromancey spells. It's becaue it's all about manipulating life. The basic principles of healing itself is to use power to restore life, and so why wouldn't the other side of the scale be true? I heavily doubt that the powoer would stop at closing a cut, or softening a bruise. Qyburn himself, a man who's one of the few known to have some form of control over life, could be seen as a cleric. Delaying Ser Robert's death, and turning him into a pupper, is by far a uuseful ability. But I doubt we'd be confined to that narrow practice.
One highly useful application I'm thinking of is the dragon eggs we'll no doubt hunt for. Having skills in healing may (read: will) definitely help in re-purposing the eggs, and perhaps rejuvinating them.
- Location
- USA
I'm going to go with no. Healing magic is not good and easy in ASOIAF. It being able to rejuvenatedragon eggs is a massive stretch.
Necromancy is a different branch of magic in ASOAIF so don't get any ideas of healing giving you necromancy magic.
Massive stretch, yes, but not particularly impossible, with the right components. I doubt that we alone would be able to erform such a feat, but rare ingredients do come by-and-large in this world of woe and wonders. And perhaps the words are true, "Blood calls out to blood." We may get bonuses to attempting or achieving such deeds.
Just a thought, to how healing is similar to restoration of life. Of course, I won't try to presume too much. But I'd like to ask Mr. @Mazrick , if we'd even be able to dream of things like that?
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.
Poor Aenar.
Interesting that the kinslayer thing is not myth here, but actual objective fact enforced by the gods. Though given how easily they were thwarted here, god is indeed a questionable word to describe them.
Also kind of dick move from them, given how obviously this "kinslaying" was an act of mercy and kindness. The gods are obviously assholes.
MMD (Magic of Mass Destruction) option I assume. The transmutation could lead to unique options. Might draw uncomfortable similarities to the Mad King in Westeros though.
The intrigue option. When it comes to politics, this would be very usefull indeed.
As others have said, the PR option. Could also be very useful for purpose of trade and gratitude. Given the nobility system, many of the most powerful people are also old and often sickly. As just an example, being able to treat Dorans gout magically would do much to make him like us and give us a foot in the door.
Also means that we will be in a better position to prevent the deaths of those close to Aenar.
I also wonder if this could be used to fix the damage to Dany that made her barren.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
Interesting that the kinslayer thing is not myth here, but actual objective fact enforced by the gods. Though given how easily they were thwarted here, god is indeed a questionable word to describe them.
Also kind of dick move from them, given how obviously this "kinslaying" was an act of mercy and kindness. The gods are obviously assholes.
MMD (Magic of Mass Destruction) option I assume. The transmutation could lead to unique options. Might draw uncomfortable similarities to the Mad King in Westeros though.
The intrigue option. When it comes to politics, this would be very usefull indeed.
As others have said, the PR option. Could also be very useful for purpose of trade and gratitude. Given the nobility system, many of the most powerful people are also old and often sickly. As just an example, being able to treat Dorans gout magically would do much to make him like us and give us a foot in the door.
Also means that we will be in a better position to prevent the deaths of those close to Aenar.
I also wonder if this could be used to fix the damage to Dany that made her barren.
[X] Healing- Breaking or destroying a thing with magic is much easier than fixing or creating. Still, driven by your father's condition, you sought after a way to cure him. The healing knowledge of the maesters married with many other healing traditions, such as the Godswives of the Great Shepherd of Lhazar, serve as a strong base for healing others.
- Location
- USA
You can go read his For the Living quest for that! Healing just isn't going to be that useful for us here, not with the limitations that the healing branch will be bound to have. If you want good healing then obtaining healing via the One Power is far more preferable to ASOIAF magic healing. Much better to pick something actually useful for immediate use such as glamor magic which will be super useful for the entire quest.
Look how Dany hatched her eggs. Look at what it cost for Haegon and Egrayn to attempt to hatch their egg. It's powerful sacrificial magic. Not healing.
Necromancy is literally a separate branch of magic. This isn't presuming much. This is wanting something that healing should not have at all.
Necromancy - A Wiki of Ice and Fire (westeros.org)
It's the PR option if we weren't a Bloodmagic sorcerer of immense talent. Bloodmagic will tank whatever pr healing might give us.
We don't need healing to get a foot in the door. Revenge is what Doran wants. Give him a chance at that and he will care more than healing him.
Assuming that they don't die when Aenar is too far away from them to reach them which is very much possible.
It won't be easy. I'd rather trust the One Power's healing abilities than ASOIAF's magic.
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
Here is the issue
Fire Consumes, Ice Preserves.
The type of healing alot of yall are thinking of is the classic lay on hands Paladin/Cleric stuff...
That's not what we'd get.
This is the Mirri Maz Dur school of healing, stealing life to repair damage, results may vary.
The only example we have of that in Canon is Drogo's "healing"
....no thank you.
Qyburn is an alchemist and a necromancer, he does not heal. He reconstructs.
Fire Consumes, Ice Preserves.
The type of healing alot of yall are thinking of is the classic lay on hands Paladin/Cleric stuff...
That's not what we'd get.
This is the Mirri Maz Dur school of healing, stealing life to repair damage, results may vary.
The only example we have of that in Canon is Drogo's "healing"
....no thank you.
Qyburn is an alchemist and a necromancer, he does not heal. He reconstructs.
We already have the magic to do that. It's blood magic and pyromancy. Fire and Blood
Mirri Maz Du was actively trying to fuck over Drogo and anyone connected to him. I would not call that any sort of healing, that was a curse.
[X] Glamour- Through the manipulation of light and shadow a sorcerer can alter the appearance of himself or others. More powerful glamours can seem to lie to the world itself, making lies into truth. Rumors say the Warlocks of Qarth are masters of illusion, and the Faceless Men of Braavos marry glamour to bloodmagic.