Looks like we are back on a tie.
Dad's not out of the woods yet.
Dad's not out of the woods yet.
So we are the lucky seventh.
And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
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Typically, if a corpse and a living person tie, the living person walks away with the prize. The corpse just rots.
In a odd way, it's fitting for the vote to be split so evenly in a quest about a civil war.
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Hurray! Down one more connection. At least we got some time with him before he's taken. Also, execution is just as likely. Our muteness might be about to become a whole lot less selective. Bravo Gael voters.
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Um no. futher down the tally there is a vote for Gael Targaryen.
They voted like this:
[]Gael Targaryen
instead of:
[]Gael Targaryen: The Winter Child, said to be the favorite of the old King, despite being a simpleton and a halfwit. It was said she died of summer fever… it was a lie. She had been kidnapped by a traveling singer and raped, however, she did not get pregnant. But your father rescued her when that singer was trying to kill her, and they fell in love. She later gave birth to twins… But one was stillborn. She did not believe both survived, as your father, fearing for his life, left with you before he could be killed. He wept and mourned her when he learned she died.
And it seperated from the rest of the tally.
if it was the other way around, I would have said that Saera wins
Um... He's not going to be executed.
Turns out Baelon is not an asshole who thinks before he acts... He only has a few questions to ask him.
And wants to find out if the singer that kidnapped his sister is still alive.
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Tabascoheath
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LET CHAOS REIGN!!!Looks at rolls:
So... Magoose dice. Sigh, why must I suffer it.
Magoose
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The Old man won't die till he's supposed to die, don't worry about that. But it will make his final choices very...
interesting if he learns of our heratige.
Yeah, but Baelon doesn't know that. I imagine he doesn't want to heavily upset his father.
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That is true.
But remember, we have out own stuff we need to worry about.
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Your not accounting for the people who would, especially if they thought outing lucian's dad would earn them the kings favor.
Magoose
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Now now, I'm not setting up a very interesting situation where we must balance our own needs as a dragonrider and now a subject of whoever the hell wants to claim us, And our own familial relations that will inevitably come back to bite us in the ass, and cause trouble?
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There was a 69 earlier. Is baelon sleeping with our dad?Looks at rolls:
So... Magoose dice. Sigh, why must I suffer it.
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no, our father is happily married.
Not it turns out, we're the one that is getting involved in betrothals.
Because Dragonridders, regardless of social class, are something everyone wants.
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Its true, everyone wants the D.
I hope they are not asking for our imput, we are 6 for gods' sake. And still part of the smallfolk.
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Oh fuck no.
Turns out Baelon is trying to prevent us from being sold up the river to some knight or lord, especially because we still have parents who legally must be brought into these negotiations.
We may not be powerful and live in a feudal society, but there are still laws that protect people.
Just not very good ones, and they are easily broken by extremely powerful people.
Silence and Destiny
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Silence and Destiny:
-[x]Spend time with your Father: Your Father has been home for less than a month, and he has all but wished to take you on a little dingy, with a fishing pole and talk. Well, talk as much as you both can, considering you can't. Rolled:D100 => 100
Your father was waiting for you with the poles and the boat and did not wish to sit around any longer in the early morning. It was the best time of the day to catch the more sea-born fishes, as they came closer with the tide, and into the tide pools.
You looked at him and signed. "Fish?"
He signed with one hand, with little difficulty. "Fish."
You stepped in and looked back, watching the silent dragon gazing down upon you. The dragon was attentive, and watching with its eyes looking squarely at your father. But it made no moves to come towards you. Your relaxed demeanor was sending a signal to him that you were not in danger.
And the dragon waited and sat with smoke bellowing from its nose. As if it was waiting for you to return.
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Fishing was fruitful, as you saw a lot of fish and caught many with your pole. There was a great deal of fish that would be cooked and eaten tonight, but that was not why you were here this day.
But your Father was still, and he did not catch as many as you did. He just looked at you, thinking of the words that were about to be said. He then tapped your shoulder and signed. "Son… Lucien."
You immediately focused on your father, then on his hands. Your voice finally came through. "Father." It was a whisper, barely audible, but still strong enough to be heard.
He nodded. "So you can still speak?" His signs were quick, but you had long learned how to read them quickly.
"I'm… I'm afraid." You started, but your father placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You needed no signs to understand what he said.
Then he let go. "It is a hard thing to accept, you with a Dragon. It is frightening and dangerous, and I fear you will not be ready for the dangers that it will draw you towards."
"What do you mean father?" You asked.
"Targaryens have only ridden dragons. There have never been any others who have ridden them." He signed as he looked at the shore, and saw the Grey Ghost fly around. "They will want to make you one of their own, by force if necessary."
"But what about you? You're my father?" You whispered.
"I am, but they will not want that." He stated as he slowed down his fingers to allow his words to sink in. "Whatever happens… I will always love you, and you will always have me by your side."
He then looked out and saw Grey Ghost waiting. He then pointed at you. "Be safe, when you are around him, and learn of his boundaries and wishes. Do that, and you might survive."
Reward: Your Father has dedicated his life to assisting you in your endeavors. If he is a part of your court, gain a +5 to your rolls.
In addition, when traveling with him across the world, you have unique training and conversations you can have.
Your Father also will now gain 1 skill or skill level every year, signifying that he is indeed trying to be the protector of you and your mother.
He will also be studying Dragonlore on his own adventures to the East, if he leaves, if he can, to assist you in training as a dragon rider.
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-[x]The Grey Ghost's Silence: Your new Dragon was an oddity. It seemed to watch you like you were his hatchling, but it did nothing else. All it did was stare. But allow you to come close, to scratch its scales, and climb on his back. Rolled: D100 => 99
Grey Ghost was silent, watching you as you approached him. It was strange to feel the tingling sensation on your neck, but that always passed when you stepped forward.
You learned in the few meetings with Grey Ghost of the few ticks that would keep you alive, and safe.
Never look at him directly in the eyes, drawing his ire was always easy but the reason you felt like you learned, was that he was looking out for the Cannibal, and always had one eye to the sky. Looking for the black Monster.
Another thing that you learned, and perhaps the most important thing for your survival, and continued bonding with the Dragon, was that he loved being scratched with a piece of dragon glass on his back. You took a piece from the shore or broke a small piece off and clambered onto the dragon, and scratched beneath his scales. Getting the pieces of loose gravel, sand, and rocks that were on there, as well as removing loose scales that had been gained over years of fighting the Cannibal and Sheep Stealer for territory around the island. As you removed them, over the weeks, you saw that the scales were growing back, healing for the first time in decades.
It was like he enjoyed being pampered and cared for, after so long of fighting for its own existance.
The final thing you learned, and the one that showed just how much he trusted you, and you, him… Grey Ghost let you fall asleep on him.
It was after a long night of removing the broken scales on his neck, with the night falling fast over the island with a storm coming. You couldn't get home because of the darkness, and you did not wish to become soaked and lost, and become easy prey for the wild dragons.
So you crawled underneath Grey Ghosts' wing and fell asleep. And the dragon protected you. At least you think he did.
It either viewed you as its hatchling, or you viewed it as… a partner of sorts.
You did not know. But at least you knew that Grey Ghost listened to you… or rather followed your signs, and wasn't eating people.
Or eating fish that he wasn't supposed to eat. The Fishermen of the Docks were thankful that you managed to carouse the dragon to more… well less trafficked fishing waters, where he eats more and does little to disrupt the Dragonstone fishing fleet.
But you never rode him. You always stayed below, on a boat, or on land. Gesturing and pointing.
And never speaking. You could never speak around the Ghost. You were still too scared to do so.
But the Dragon understood you, and you, it.
It was a partnership between you two if you could call such a thing that.
But it was one you had to live with, for the rest of your days.
Reward: Grey Ghost seems to enjoy your… well not presence, but the way you understand him. You think.
The Grey Ghost accepts your presence and you do your best to accept his. He loves it when you take a piece of dragon glass and clean out his upper scales from dirt, rocks, and loose scales.
He also will allow you to ride him if you muster the courage to grab on and fly.
You also have an understanding of the dragon that few riders do, and there seems to be a mutual feeling. You think.
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-[x]The Prince of Dragonstone: Prince Baelon has summoned you to court. And he will not be refused. Rolled: D100 => 69
Prince Baelon had summoned you to court, and you, your mother, and your father answered. You dressed in your finery, some silks that your father won from a Lysini merchant in a card game when he was in Pentos, and he had used some of his additional savings to buy all of you a pair of well-made shoes, with soles that would not fall off if you put them on wrong.
And as you climbed the steps to the citadel of the Dragonlord, your mother was briefing you on etiquette. "Remember, you are going to stay behind me, on my right side, and when we bow, step your right foot forward half a step as we practiced. When you are requested to speak, look to me, so that I may translate."
She then looked to her husband. "And you, will not do anything to provoke the prince. Let me handle this."
Your father begrudgingly nodded, although it was clear he was going to do that anyway.
As you climbed, you also looked at the great mass of guards that were there. Escorting you when you reached the summit, into the citadel, and the doors were opened.
The men were clad in chain and steel, swords and spears were their main weapons. It was as if they were escorting prisoners to the Wall, to be sentenced.
Yet it was your protection you realized, was what they were after.
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At the Throne room was the Prince himself, sitting on the oily black stone of Dragonglass. Sitting tall… But also with his granddaughter, Rhaenyra.
As you walked in, you found yourself drifting away from your mother to see the little girl with the Prince. A moment later he then announced. "Go my child, we have much to discuss later." He said and the little girl ran towards you.
She locked eyes with you for a brief moment, confusion on her face, before she left, being escorted by the guards who also brought you in.
Then the Prince stood up, weary and exhausted, his energy seemingly sapped by the little girl who just left. "You have caused me plenty of headaches in the last few weeks, young Lucien." He stepped forward, edging closer and closer to you as he walked, his footsteps echoing through the halls. "Ever since the news has reached the shores of King's Landing, there have been men, women, and children trying to set up marriages and betrothals. Even the lords of the West and the Lands of the Far North spoke eagerly through Raven and letter that they wished to betroth a boy whom just weeks ago, they would have not have cared about."
He then stopped and then your mother squeezed your hand and you all bowed.
A moment later the Prince laughed. "Oh look at me please, it's rather hard to have a conversation with people looking at the floor."
All three of you looked up. "It's rather difficult for my family to communicate." Your mother spoke. "My husband cannot speak, and my son is still very… frightened by the Grey Ghost, and it robbed him of his voice at this time."
That made Baelon's smile dim, as he thought of his next words carefully. "Then may I speak to your son?"
"I will have to be with him, for the conversation to not be one-sided." Your mother replied.
"Good." He then pointed to your father. "Send him to the dining room, we will discuss him later."
Your father stepped forward, trying to protest but then Baelon stood up and stopped him dead in his tracks, as he stood tall and uncowed. "We will talk later." He snarled, and your father did not return or bow, he instead looked at the men who were to be escorting him.
A moment later, your father was gone. "My apologies for such a measure, but that is something that will be another time…" He seemed to forget his words for a moment. "Lucien, I must ask you something. You are now a dragon rider? What is it you want to gain?"
What do you say to him?
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-[x]Spend time with your Father: Your Father has been home for less than a month, and he has all but wished to take you on a little dingy, with a fishing pole and talk. Well, talk as much as you both can, considering you can't. Rolled:D100 => 100
Your father was waiting for you with the poles and the boat and did not wish to sit around any longer in the early morning. It was the best time of the day to catch the more sea-born fishes, as they came closer with the tide, and into the tide pools.
You looked at him and signed. "Fish?"
He signed with one hand, with little difficulty. "Fish."
You stepped in and looked back, watching the silent dragon gazing down upon you. The dragon was attentive, and watching with its eyes looking squarely at your father. But it made no moves to come towards you. Your relaxed demeanor was sending a signal to him that you were not in danger.
And the dragon waited and sat with smoke bellowing from its nose. As if it was waiting for you to return.
-------------------------------------
Fishing was fruitful, as you saw a lot of fish and caught many with your pole. There was a great deal of fish that would be cooked and eaten tonight, but that was not why you were here this day.
But your Father was still, and he did not catch as many as you did. He just looked at you, thinking of the words that were about to be said. He then tapped your shoulder and signed. "Son… Lucien."
You immediately focused on your father, then on his hands. Your voice finally came through. "Father." It was a whisper, barely audible, but still strong enough to be heard.
He nodded. "So you can still speak?" His signs were quick, but you had long learned how to read them quickly.
"I'm… I'm afraid." You started, but your father placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You needed no signs to understand what he said.
Then he let go. "It is a hard thing to accept, you with a Dragon. It is frightening and dangerous, and I fear you will not be ready for the dangers that it will draw you towards."
"What do you mean father?" You asked.
"Targaryens have only ridden dragons. There have never been any others who have ridden them." He signed as he looked at the shore, and saw the Grey Ghost fly around. "They will want to make you one of their own, by force if necessary."
"But what about you? You're my father?" You whispered.
"I am, but they will not want that." He stated as he slowed down his fingers to allow his words to sink in. "Whatever happens… I will always love you, and you will always have me by your side."
He then looked out and saw Grey Ghost waiting. He then pointed at you. "Be safe, when you are around him, and learn of his boundaries and wishes. Do that, and you might survive."
Reward: Your Father has dedicated his life to assisting you in your endeavors. If he is a part of your court, gain a +5 to your rolls.
In addition, when traveling with him across the world, you have unique training and conversations you can have.
Your Father also will now gain 1 skill or skill level every year, signifying that he is indeed trying to be the protector of you and your mother.
He will also be studying Dragonlore on his own adventures to the East, if he leaves, if he can, to assist you in training as a dragon rider.
--------------------------------------------
-[x]The Grey Ghost's Silence: Your new Dragon was an oddity. It seemed to watch you like you were his hatchling, but it did nothing else. All it did was stare. But allow you to come close, to scratch its scales, and climb on his back. Rolled: D100 => 99
Grey Ghost was silent, watching you as you approached him. It was strange to feel the tingling sensation on your neck, but that always passed when you stepped forward.
You learned in the few meetings with Grey Ghost of the few ticks that would keep you alive, and safe.
Never look at him directly in the eyes, drawing his ire was always easy but the reason you felt like you learned, was that he was looking out for the Cannibal, and always had one eye to the sky. Looking for the black Monster.
Another thing that you learned, and perhaps the most important thing for your survival, and continued bonding with the Dragon, was that he loved being scratched with a piece of dragon glass on his back. You took a piece from the shore or broke a small piece off and clambered onto the dragon, and scratched beneath his scales. Getting the pieces of loose gravel, sand, and rocks that were on there, as well as removing loose scales that had been gained over years of fighting the Cannibal and Sheep Stealer for territory around the island. As you removed them, over the weeks, you saw that the scales were growing back, healing for the first time in decades.
It was like he enjoyed being pampered and cared for, after so long of fighting for its own existance.
The final thing you learned, and the one that showed just how much he trusted you, and you, him… Grey Ghost let you fall asleep on him.
It was after a long night of removing the broken scales on his neck, with the night falling fast over the island with a storm coming. You couldn't get home because of the darkness, and you did not wish to become soaked and lost, and become easy prey for the wild dragons.
So you crawled underneath Grey Ghosts' wing and fell asleep. And the dragon protected you. At least you think he did.
It either viewed you as its hatchling, or you viewed it as… a partner of sorts.
You did not know. But at least you knew that Grey Ghost listened to you… or rather followed your signs, and wasn't eating people.
Or eating fish that he wasn't supposed to eat. The Fishermen of the Docks were thankful that you managed to carouse the dragon to more… well less trafficked fishing waters, where he eats more and does little to disrupt the Dragonstone fishing fleet.
But you never rode him. You always stayed below, on a boat, or on land. Gesturing and pointing.
And never speaking. You could never speak around the Ghost. You were still too scared to do so.
But the Dragon understood you, and you, it.
It was a partnership between you two if you could call such a thing that.
But it was one you had to live with, for the rest of your days.
Reward: Grey Ghost seems to enjoy your… well not presence, but the way you understand him. You think.
The Grey Ghost accepts your presence and you do your best to accept his. He loves it when you take a piece of dragon glass and clean out his upper scales from dirt, rocks, and loose scales.
He also will allow you to ride him if you muster the courage to grab on and fly.
You also have an understanding of the dragon that few riders do, and there seems to be a mutual feeling. You think.
---------------------------------------------------------------
-[x]The Prince of Dragonstone: Prince Baelon has summoned you to court. And he will not be refused. Rolled: D100 => 69
Prince Baelon had summoned you to court, and you, your mother, and your father answered. You dressed in your finery, some silks that your father won from a Lysini merchant in a card game when he was in Pentos, and he had used some of his additional savings to buy all of you a pair of well-made shoes, with soles that would not fall off if you put them on wrong.
And as you climbed the steps to the citadel of the Dragonlord, your mother was briefing you on etiquette. "Remember, you are going to stay behind me, on my right side, and when we bow, step your right foot forward half a step as we practiced. When you are requested to speak, look to me, so that I may translate."
She then looked to her husband. "And you, will not do anything to provoke the prince. Let me handle this."
Your father begrudgingly nodded, although it was clear he was going to do that anyway.
As you climbed, you also looked at the great mass of guards that were there. Escorting you when you reached the summit, into the citadel, and the doors were opened.
The men were clad in chain and steel, swords and spears were their main weapons. It was as if they were escorting prisoners to the Wall, to be sentenced.
Yet it was your protection you realized, was what they were after.
---------------------------------
At the Throne room was the Prince himself, sitting on the oily black stone of Dragonglass. Sitting tall… But also with his granddaughter, Rhaenyra.
As you walked in, you found yourself drifting away from your mother to see the little girl with the Prince. A moment later he then announced. "Go my child, we have much to discuss later." He said and the little girl ran towards you.
She locked eyes with you for a brief moment, confusion on her face, before she left, being escorted by the guards who also brought you in.
Then the Prince stood up, weary and exhausted, his energy seemingly sapped by the little girl who just left. "You have caused me plenty of headaches in the last few weeks, young Lucien." He stepped forward, edging closer and closer to you as he walked, his footsteps echoing through the halls. "Ever since the news has reached the shores of King's Landing, there have been men, women, and children trying to set up marriages and betrothals. Even the lords of the West and the Lands of the Far North spoke eagerly through Raven and letter that they wished to betroth a boy whom just weeks ago, they would have not have cared about."
He then stopped and then your mother squeezed your hand and you all bowed.
A moment later the Prince laughed. "Oh look at me please, it's rather hard to have a conversation with people looking at the floor."
All three of you looked up. "It's rather difficult for my family to communicate." Your mother spoke. "My husband cannot speak, and my son is still very… frightened by the Grey Ghost, and it robbed him of his voice at this time."
That made Baelon's smile dim, as he thought of his next words carefully. "Then may I speak to your son?"
"I will have to be with him, for the conversation to not be one-sided." Your mother replied.
"Good." He then pointed to your father. "Send him to the dining room, we will discuss him later."
Your father stepped forward, trying to protest but then Baelon stood up and stopped him dead in his tracks, as he stood tall and uncowed. "We will talk later." He snarled, and your father did not return or bow, he instead looked at the men who were to be escorting him.
A moment later, your father was gone. "My apologies for such a measure, but that is something that will be another time…" He seemed to forget his words for a moment. "Lucien, I must ask you something. You are now a dragon rider? What is it you want to gain?"
What do you say to him?
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Y to our broken dice are always fun to real
Magoose
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At least they didn't fick you over like in another quest where the first turn got 20 or less on the dice.