The Masters of the World 2
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Masters of the World 2:
The Corsair King's Brother
-[X] "The Corsair lord has heard of something very interesting, oh Good masters of Astapor, my brother hears that you have in your possession specimens of royalty! The last Free princess's of Westeros, never touched by the Dragons fire, here in this city. My brother, Gods preserve him, has always wished to know what it is like to have a Princess at his side, a boyhood dream you understand, and with him is abound himself to have heard of these. I am here to acquire these princesses for my brother. I told him I'd bring him back something nice after all, and I would very much like to buy the whole set."
You cleared your throat and allowed yourself to feel so much in so little time. Confidence, grandeur…
Arrogance. They were all things that were not, by your nature, something you had in abundance. No, at least not now. Instead, you had only what you had, which was yourself. Your word, and your balls.
Well, that and your incredible sex drive and imagination for where to have such adventures. Being able to fuck two beautiful women on the back of a moving dragon was more orgasmic than anything you have ever done before. Or since. Nothing could compare. Nothing.
Yet as you stood before these cunts that called themselves masters, who have never been more than slaves to their own livelihood, you put on a smile. You put on a mask of joy, cruelty and indifference. Not a very hard one to put on, yet all the same, you were quietly preparing it. Even Maegor seemed uncomfortable in it, as he tried to mirror you.
"The Corsair lord has heard of something very interesting, oh Good masters of Astapor, my brother hears that you have in your possession specimens of royalty!" Your words felt hollow and sick. Your tone is delightful and cheery, like true scum of the bottom of the 14 hells.
You stepped forward and waved your arms, smiling. "The last Free princesses of Westeros, never touched by the Dragons fire, here in this city." With those words, you captivated the attention of the Great Masters, who smiled in delight as they seemed to speak among themselves as you walked forward, as you scanned the room. They were not here.
You needed to find them. Or have them brought to you.
"My brother, Gods preserve him, has always wished to know what it is like to have a Princess at his side, in his bed… a boyhood dream you must understand, and with him is abound himself to have heard of these." You paused as you thought of the next words.They noticed, yet you had them, and with the final line, you smiled.
"I am here to acquire these princesses for my brother. I told him I'd bring him back something nice after all, and I would very much like to buy the whole set."
At that, you bowed. THe part over, the crowd captivated. Yet there was no applause. It was all over now. You could leave, with-
Detection: D100 + 50 => 69 vs D100 + 100 => 164
Until you heard a single clap. "My my, what a show!" The voice spoke in Westerosi common, though it had no accent, and not a discernible dialect. It was like the man knew what to say to confuse the ear… to confuse you. "Tell me Prince… Did you rehearse this, or did you make it up on the spot? If so, you are a greater actor than even I."
You then turned, looking at the shadows behind the great masters… and then saw the bearded man. He was a man that did not look like he hailed from any region of Essos… Or even beyond. He was a man who seemed forever lost and forever drenched in the shadows.
His hair was silver and grey, he looked like an old man, and yet he was not. He moved like an assassin, and a killer… no far worse than that. A Shadow.
"What is the meaning of this?" You played it cool, trying your best to deflect. "Who-"
"Ah, but then you realize you have made a mistake, young Lucien." He walked forward, in front of the great masters. "There is no Daemon to save you here."
Blades were drawn, and as quick as moonlight, the Shadow placed a blade to your throat. "Do not kill them. I need them alive." He then pressed it closer. "Drop your sword. Now. Or I will make you silent again. And it will be far more painful than losing a voice to fear."
Your blade dropped. "Throw them into the slave cell, and prepare for transport. I want them all ready for transport." He ordered. "But first, we must celebrate our new relationship, Great Master… Soon westerosi slaves will flow back into your ports. And you will have new markets like the days of the Empire." He said quietly as he turned back to you. "And you Prince… you shall see me again."
Then the world went dark.
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As you awoke, what do you see?:
[]The Three Daughters of Dorne: The Daughters of the Desert were tending for you, though with half-hearted wonders, afraid that you would awaken. But as you did, they backed away, fearful. All three were wearing, at least to your knowledge… Chastity belts. Very painful ones.
[]The Companions: You looked at them as MAegor tried to slip free from his binds. Edwyle seemed to be working on a much better plan, studying the stonework. "We're underground Lucien, so we cannot call the Dragons. But there is a weakness of these tunnels that we can exploit."
[]The Shadow: He chuckled as you stirred awake. You were unbound, and with a sword and shield nearby. "Come now, Prince… Show me what you are as a warrior?"
[]The Shadows daughter: It took everything you had to come to, and push her away as she began to strip you. "Dammit, the dosage was too small." She then huffed as she smirked at you. You were in chains, but you could still move to protect yourself. "Oh well, I need a little fun."
AN: Enjoy.
The Corsair King's Brother
-[X] "The Corsair lord has heard of something very interesting, oh Good masters of Astapor, my brother hears that you have in your possession specimens of royalty! The last Free princess's of Westeros, never touched by the Dragons fire, here in this city. My brother, Gods preserve him, has always wished to know what it is like to have a Princess at his side, a boyhood dream you understand, and with him is abound himself to have heard of these. I am here to acquire these princesses for my brother. I told him I'd bring him back something nice after all, and I would very much like to buy the whole set."
You cleared your throat and allowed yourself to feel so much in so little time. Confidence, grandeur…
Arrogance. They were all things that were not, by your nature, something you had in abundance. No, at least not now. Instead, you had only what you had, which was yourself. Your word, and your balls.
Well, that and your incredible sex drive and imagination for where to have such adventures. Being able to fuck two beautiful women on the back of a moving dragon was more orgasmic than anything you have ever done before. Or since. Nothing could compare. Nothing.
Yet as you stood before these cunts that called themselves masters, who have never been more than slaves to their own livelihood, you put on a smile. You put on a mask of joy, cruelty and indifference. Not a very hard one to put on, yet all the same, you were quietly preparing it. Even Maegor seemed uncomfortable in it, as he tried to mirror you.
"The Corsair lord has heard of something very interesting, oh Good masters of Astapor, my brother hears that you have in your possession specimens of royalty!" Your words felt hollow and sick. Your tone is delightful and cheery, like true scum of the bottom of the 14 hells.
You stepped forward and waved your arms, smiling. "The last Free princesses of Westeros, never touched by the Dragons fire, here in this city." With those words, you captivated the attention of the Great Masters, who smiled in delight as they seemed to speak among themselves as you walked forward, as you scanned the room. They were not here.
You needed to find them. Or have them brought to you.
"My brother, Gods preserve him, has always wished to know what it is like to have a Princess at his side, in his bed… a boyhood dream you must understand, and with him is abound himself to have heard of these." You paused as you thought of the next words.They noticed, yet you had them, and with the final line, you smiled.
"I am here to acquire these princesses for my brother. I told him I'd bring him back something nice after all, and I would very much like to buy the whole set."
At that, you bowed. THe part over, the crowd captivated. Yet there was no applause. It was all over now. You could leave, with-
Detection: D100 + 50 => 69 vs D100 + 100 => 164
Until you heard a single clap. "My my, what a show!" The voice spoke in Westerosi common, though it had no accent, and not a discernible dialect. It was like the man knew what to say to confuse the ear… to confuse you. "Tell me Prince… Did you rehearse this, or did you make it up on the spot? If so, you are a greater actor than even I."
You then turned, looking at the shadows behind the great masters… and then saw the bearded man. He was a man that did not look like he hailed from any region of Essos… Or even beyond. He was a man who seemed forever lost and forever drenched in the shadows.
His hair was silver and grey, he looked like an old man, and yet he was not. He moved like an assassin, and a killer… no far worse than that. A Shadow.
"What is the meaning of this?" You played it cool, trying your best to deflect. "Who-"
"Ah, but then you realize you have made a mistake, young Lucien." He walked forward, in front of the great masters. "There is no Daemon to save you here."
Blades were drawn, and as quick as moonlight, the Shadow placed a blade to your throat. "Do not kill them. I need them alive." He then pressed it closer. "Drop your sword. Now. Or I will make you silent again. And it will be far more painful than losing a voice to fear."
Your blade dropped. "Throw them into the slave cell, and prepare for transport. I want them all ready for transport." He ordered. "But first, we must celebrate our new relationship, Great Master… Soon westerosi slaves will flow back into your ports. And you will have new markets like the days of the Empire." He said quietly as he turned back to you. "And you Prince… you shall see me again."
Then the world went dark.
------------------------------------------------------
As you awoke, what do you see?:
[]The Three Daughters of Dorne: The Daughters of the Desert were tending for you, though with half-hearted wonders, afraid that you would awaken. But as you did, they backed away, fearful. All three were wearing, at least to your knowledge… Chastity belts. Very painful ones.
[]The Companions: You looked at them as MAegor tried to slip free from his binds. Edwyle seemed to be working on a much better plan, studying the stonework. "We're underground Lucien, so we cannot call the Dragons. But there is a weakness of these tunnels that we can exploit."
[]The Shadow: He chuckled as you stirred awake. You were unbound, and with a sword and shield nearby. "Come now, Prince… Show me what you are as a warrior?"
[]The Shadows daughter: It took everything you had to come to, and push her away as she began to strip you. "Dammit, the dosage was too small." She then huffed as she smirked at you. You were in chains, but you could still move to protect yourself. "Oh well, I need a little fun."
AN: Enjoy.
