The Dragon Has Three Heads - ASOIAF Quest

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Fire and Blood will be brought to our enemies, but we must take care not to lose who we are in doing so. While her anger was better than her depression, it would be sad to never see Dany smile as she once did.

The ancient gods of Valyria. Your house has fallen on hard times, and it seems that the degradation started once Aegon the Conqueror converted to the worship of these Westerners. Dragons grew smaller until they no longer hatched, madness appeared in your bloodlines, sorcerous abilities and dreams of the future were lost, and now the last of the lines of the Dragonlords is nearly extinct. Perhaps honoring the Dragon Deities of your forefathers will see a return to prosperity. Fire and Blood are your Words for a reason.

297 AC, Fourth Month, 15th Eve
One Last Eve Upon the Waves​

Your days have been filled with working with the crew, your nights with drawing Dany out of her shell and studying the book from Illyrio's storeroom. From what you can tell it seems to be a book from Valyria itself. It tells of the great sorcerers of Valyria and the magic they once wielded. For some reason though the book hints at there being instruction within on how to perform the ancient spells, nothing you see tells you. You have a feeling of utter certainty that there is more within, like when there is a word you can't remember, and it is sitting on the tip of your tongue. With a whispered curse you slam the book shut, pushing it aside for further study at a later date.

Dany jumps slightly at your reaction, then smiles when she sees what set you off. This has been a common occurrence on the journey. "Go to sleep Egg," she says. "It's getting late. Maybe you'll figure it out in the morning."

You've noticed that she never goes to sleep before you, always staying up until after you've fallen asleep yourself. You aren't sure if she's up to something at night, or if she's staying awake to make sure you don't disappear like Viserys did. You hope that it's the former, that she isn't developing a delusion, but there isn't much you can do.

You've tried to stay awake while feigning sleep to see what she's up to, but Daenerys always knows when you're doing it. Every time you've tried it, without fail, she simply climbs into your bed and cuddles up to you until you fall asleep. You know that she knows because she never does that when you aren't trying to stay awake, and she's never there in the morning either. Every time you wake up she is in her own bed, so she isn't merely feeling lonely without Viserys and wanting company, or afraid of the storms like when you were children.

'Girls.'

Sighing at your thoughts, you know that she's right. This night you can't afford to stay up too late as tomorrow morning you dock in Braavos. While you have plenty of money, you'll need your full wits about you if you're going to try and make a decent bargain on a purchase of a home and a contract for guards in a city famed for its merchants. You know you're likely to get the worst of any deals, but it will only be worse if you're half awake due to staying up 'til ungodly hours.

"Are you going to tell me what you're up to at night, or will you just crawl in with me again if I try to watch and find out?" you ask deciding to just dispense with the ruse.

Daenerys, in a moment of immaturity that shows how young that she still is, (Well, both of you really but you brush that thought aside. You're 16, a man by all common standards.) simply sticks her tongue out at you and smiles impishly before going back to brushing her hair, as you prepare for bed yourself.

The thought of her age reminds you - her nameday is in a few months. The twenty-seventh day of the seventh month. Her 16th. She'll be a woman full grown then, even in places like Asshai that supposedly wait the longest to consider people adults - and it would be nice if you were able to actually celebrate it properly for once. Especially this one. Another sigh escapes you. One more thing to plan for.

'How did Viserys do it all?' You wonder. 'Here I have only one charge and gold enough for the both of us. He had two charges and nary a coin to his name.' Not for the first time you wonder if you'll be able to live up to the standard that your uncle set for himself.

Eventually sleep overtakes you, and you dream.

Towers higher than you've ever seen stretch into the clouds, with roads of higher quality than any you've traveled upon at your feet. All around you are the facial features of Valyria, old and young, comely and fair. In the distance you can see 14 lightly smoking mountains, and before you is a temple to Syrax, one of the Dragon Goddess of Valyria.

You enter the temple to find it strangely empty. When you look around you see paintings of dragons in battle, feasting on cattle, and being ridden by powerful looking warriors in armor made of Valyrian Steel. Armor such as that would be worth entire Kingdoms now, you can't help but think to yourself.

Once you are finished with the paintings you notice a single figure, female in long flowing robes that hide her features as best they can. Were it not for her shapely... physique that even the most flowing of robes could not properly shroud, you wouldn't even be able to tell the gender of the one whom stands before you. The woman raises her right arm and points to a door in the furthest reaches of the room. Was that there before? Or did you just not notice it?

Walking towards it you see ornaments of dragons adorning all the furniture in the room. Benches, tables, chandeliers... It would be ostentatious if it wasn't so well done that it seemed natural, as if the dragons were just a part of the material.

When you open the door the handle is warm to the touch, and inside you see a book. One you have been studying every night for the last 2 weeks. Another person in robes holds it in their hands, their back to you so that they are unaware of your presence. "Syrax, guide my sight," you hear the man say in High Valyrian, his voice giving away his gender. Then he pricks his hand, and presses his blood to the cover. The book glows slightly, and opens revealing-

You wake to the captain knocking on your door. "Aye, up lad! We've arrived, and you'll either be off the ship now or be forced to wait until we've unloaded all our cargo! I'll not have ye walking around the deck while we're trying to move our things getting underfoot!"

"Alright!" you reply, "We'll be out in just a moment!"

As you begin to dress you feel certain you dreamed something important last night. Something about... You shake your head clear of the fog that covers your drowsy mind. No matter. You'll remember eventually. It is time to see what the city of Braavos has to offer.

Choose three
What are your first actions in Braavos? - Provide arguments for what order your votes should be performed in.
[] Go and put the bulk of your treasure in the Iron Bank.
[] Find and purchase a home.
[] Find and hire bodyguards.
[] Listen for news of Illyrio of Pentos. Someone will have heard of his being robbed. You may learn about Viserys.
[] Listen for news of the Seven Kingdoms. You need to know if the Usurper has people searching for you even here.
[] That dream was too important to let go of so easily. Try again to remember what it was about.
[] Hit the marketplace. Before all else, you need to disguise yourselves. And for that you need things.
[] Write-in.​