Magoose
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Whose to say that reward won't be for a bribe to support someone he wishes to see on the throne.
And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
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Hey Lucien isn't cheap!! He at least needs the Targ name and eggs for his brothers.
Though our brothers could get eggs anyway. They share half of Lucien blood from their dad.
Well I know what I'm voting for. It's the royal family name at the height of their power, it offers a lot of prestige and influence to possess it. Any physical bribe is stuff we can get later or from more badass adventures because any Ruler after Jaehaerys dies won't give us the name as we would be threats to their line.
It's a time sensitive thing that makes it necessary to get while we can.
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[X]Take command: You are a son of the sea, and while you cannot speak...you know the waves.
A weird, outside-the-box choice that lines up with our background, I like it.
A weird, outside-the-box choice that lines up with our background, I like it.
Magoose
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All you know is that this Rickon Stark. He has one brother and he is the future father to Cregan Stark.
He's one of the biggest badasses in Westeros currently.
Wasn't there a uncle threatening Cregan claim with Karstarks?
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He has a brother dosent he?
That's the uncle.
And Rickon has absolutely no time for southern Bullshit.
Sorry Rickon but political and family problems aren't only a south thing.
Sadly, true. Cregan had to battle his Uncle to get his claim through.Sorry Rickon but political and family problems aren't only a south thing.
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Doesn't mean he can complain that things are better up north.Sorry Rickon but political and family problems aren't only a south thing.
Better in what way? Honestly not really much different. Lords still scheme and backstab each other. Might be more honest and up front about it but still the same game.
Oh the Three Daughters making moves. They actually united yet? If so probably spreading their influence and flexing its new muscles.
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That is a good reason why GRRM decided to keep magic and dragons on the periphery for most of his stories, dragons will rob any tension in the story because there are very few things in his world that can stop them.
It also kind of makes characters less creative since they can just fall back on "Use dragon" almost every scenario.
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And yet at the height of when dragons were alive they still died.
And people still killed them.
Just ask the dornish. They are not an i win thing but they do give options.
Dragon are very much the big stick option. Good to use for certain things like battles but use them too much to solve your problems? People start to get worried that they'll be next and there is no way to convince you. Which leaves trying to kill you and riders aren't with their dragon 24 hours a day. So need to balance the dragon use and on certain people. Otherwise you run into Maegors problems who won all the battles but lost in the end.
But would the egg even hatch if we were to give to it our brother as Lucius have Gaul blood but would the dragon egg even hatch due to the fact that to our knowledge there is no dragon blood on Lucius brother/sister.
Gumiho
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Papa is a dragonseed, and the nickname Vaeltigar as he is called by his enemies leads me to suspect he is of Celtigar ancestry. Who are and old Valyrian house, even if they had no dragon riders, it is theoritically possible for them to do so.
But should we, if the dragon were to hatch, it would put a much larger target (a very big target on Lucius brother/sister) and it pretty much upsets the board as any people is is descended from Old Valaria can have a dragon, too add the the fact that we don't even know if the egg will hatch.
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WEll the thing is, you are a child with only trained at combat for a year, having your dragon bail you out every now and then is appriciated.
Also, since your dragon can't help you here, you need to use your other skills.
That is for me to know, and you to find out.
Now I'm not saying he isn't a member of a Valyrian Family. But he ain't hatching dragons.
It's your mother who has the blood of the Dragons to make things interesting and possible for dragon hatching.
now now, you make it seem like the Old King hasn't planned for that?
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Mama are you a Targaryen bastard, just like us? (Half joking/half serious).
The Pact Of Ice and Fire
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The Pact Of Ice and Fire:
"You can listen to me? Can't you?" The ship's Rocking almost made you miss the question, as you looked to Lord Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North. The man was tall, almost a giant to you, with black hair and gray eyes, that were like Winter itself, the man cut an intimidating figure.
Unlike Daemon, or other men in the south, that showed their strength openly with opulent displays of power… Lord Stark's strength seemed far more collected and calm, managed and controlled. Hidden under a banner, a veneer of tranquility… of Dare you say more primal. Like staring into a storm that one could never escape.
You nodded, understanding the blunt, curt words of Lord Stark. He then looked at you, sizing you up. "You are a foolish southern flower boy that only has an inkling of understanding of the world around him, relying on luck and others to survive, rather than your own strength."
You raised an eyebrow, not understanding what the Lord meant. "You have never killed before, and you only survived a Dragon taming due to sheer dumb luck." He then sighed, as if he was getting ahead of himself. "You are not someone the lords can control, nor can they hope to control you, for you act on your own, or that of your family. I'd dare say a more dangerous force that any can find?"
You still did not understand, but you knew Lord Stark was not happy. "They are right to fear you?"
Fear you? You were not powerful, hells, you didn't even have any power beyond a Dragon. What does he mean by that?
"You don't seem to understand the power you wield, don't you? You're a child, of course, you do not understand, but I will still speak to you like you can understand me so that when the time comes, to make your own decisions, you will do so with the wisdom that few your age has." He leaned forward and looked into your eyes
"You are a threat to the Targaryens. You may be a bastard, but they are not your family, not like your mother and father. You are not connected to them in any way, save for your mother, who is dead and cremated, and that Rogue that sees you as a son." He stated. "You see, you have a claim, that many would seek to use as a way to destroy Royal power, to return the Seven Kingdoms back to the time before the Dragons. Perhaps a little more controlled, and with a grander prize… but a time before nonetheless. You are the greatest piece ever to exist to meet that end."
He paused as he saw everything starting to make some semblance of sense. "You may not know it yet, but you hold the fate of Westeros in your hand."
So much fear was in your heart.
Speak:D100 => 76
"Then what am I to you?" You asked, your voice causing Lord Stark to look surprised. He did not expect you to speak at all. You had him at a disadvantage now. He was now wondering what else you may have said.
"I don't know yet." There was truth in the Lord's Voice. And now you changed the Calculus of this entire relationship. "But the North would be keen to be of support."
You raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"Something is coming, something horrible. And I only hope that you are on the North's side when it comes." Lord Stark replied.
You nodded.
Situation: D100 => 1
"There they are!" There was shouting as seven Ships started coming towards you. Flying Myr and Tyroshi colors.
Where the Hell was Daemon and the rest of the Manderly Ships? Grey Ghost wasn't anywhere near here so you could not rely on his help.
Coming right towards your ship.
And with the wind, you were dead in the water. You needed to fight.
What do you do?:
[]Take Command of the Ship: This Captian was a fucking idiot, and you needed to save everyone before he got you all killed. He did not know how to sail against Pirates from Essos. Your father taught you how!
[]Prepare to Repel Boarders: Grab a Sword and Shield, and now is the time to fight on the deck.
[]Try to Flee: There was a southerly, perhaps that could get you away, but the Open water might be dangerous and you would have to ride it all the way to the Three Sisters. Hopefully, that could at least buy you time.
AN: Enjoy.
Yes, Lucien has talked a whole Sentence, but he used it to that advantage. Perhaps it is the start of his healing?
"You can listen to me? Can't you?" The ship's Rocking almost made you miss the question, as you looked to Lord Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North. The man was tall, almost a giant to you, with black hair and gray eyes, that were like Winter itself, the man cut an intimidating figure.
Unlike Daemon, or other men in the south, that showed their strength openly with opulent displays of power… Lord Stark's strength seemed far more collected and calm, managed and controlled. Hidden under a banner, a veneer of tranquility… of Dare you say more primal. Like staring into a storm that one could never escape.
You nodded, understanding the blunt, curt words of Lord Stark. He then looked at you, sizing you up. "You are a foolish southern flower boy that only has an inkling of understanding of the world around him, relying on luck and others to survive, rather than your own strength."
You raised an eyebrow, not understanding what the Lord meant. "You have never killed before, and you only survived a Dragon taming due to sheer dumb luck." He then sighed, as if he was getting ahead of himself. "You are not someone the lords can control, nor can they hope to control you, for you act on your own, or that of your family. I'd dare say a more dangerous force that any can find?"
You still did not understand, but you knew Lord Stark was not happy. "They are right to fear you?"
Fear you? You were not powerful, hells, you didn't even have any power beyond a Dragon. What does he mean by that?
"You don't seem to understand the power you wield, don't you? You're a child, of course, you do not understand, but I will still speak to you like you can understand me so that when the time comes, to make your own decisions, you will do so with the wisdom that few your age has." He leaned forward and looked into your eyes
"You are a threat to the Targaryens. You may be a bastard, but they are not your family, not like your mother and father. You are not connected to them in any way, save for your mother, who is dead and cremated, and that Rogue that sees you as a son." He stated. "You see, you have a claim, that many would seek to use as a way to destroy Royal power, to return the Seven Kingdoms back to the time before the Dragons. Perhaps a little more controlled, and with a grander prize… but a time before nonetheless. You are the greatest piece ever to exist to meet that end."
He paused as he saw everything starting to make some semblance of sense. "You may not know it yet, but you hold the fate of Westeros in your hand."
So much fear was in your heart.
Speak:D100 => 76
"Then what am I to you?" You asked, your voice causing Lord Stark to look surprised. He did not expect you to speak at all. You had him at a disadvantage now. He was now wondering what else you may have said.
"I don't know yet." There was truth in the Lord's Voice. And now you changed the Calculus of this entire relationship. "But the North would be keen to be of support."
You raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"Something is coming, something horrible. And I only hope that you are on the North's side when it comes." Lord Stark replied.
You nodded.
Situation: D100 => 1
"There they are!" There was shouting as seven Ships started coming towards you. Flying Myr and Tyroshi colors.
Where the Hell was Daemon and the rest of the Manderly Ships? Grey Ghost wasn't anywhere near here so you could not rely on his help.
Coming right towards your ship.
And with the wind, you were dead in the water. You needed to fight.
What do you do?:
[]Take Command of the Ship: This Captian was a fucking idiot, and you needed to save everyone before he got you all killed. He did not know how to sail against Pirates from Essos. Your father taught you how!
[]Prepare to Repel Boarders: Grab a Sword and Shield, and now is the time to fight on the deck.
[]Try to Flee: There was a southerly, perhaps that could get you away, but the Open water might be dangerous and you would have to ride it all the way to the Three Sisters. Hopefully, that could at least buy you time.
AN: Enjoy.
Yes, Lucien has talked a whole Sentence, but he used it to that advantage. Perhaps it is the start of his healing?
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