I would suggest that Valyrian we found in our expedition but she needs to get her kids back before she can sub in for Teana. Is there any way we can help her? It's been literal millennia. How is she supposed to find her kids?
It's only been... Hmm... Okay, the Doom was in 114 BC, and it's currently 293 AC, so 407 years. I think there might be a way to contact the spirits even if they've moved on to the afterlife and get divine aid (hello Old Gods, hello Yss) to get them back.
 
I would suggest that Valyrian we found in our expedition but she needs to get her kids back before she can sub in for Teana. Is there any way we can help her? It's been literal millennia. How is she supposed to find her kids?
Well, it's 'only' been a little over 400 years, but I see your point. In order to convince her not to commit suicide we threw her at the task with all the recourses she could want, up to and including the aid of literal gods with domains specifically helpful in that regard, so I doubt she's just been sitting around.
 
Well, it's 'only' been a little over 400 years, but I see your point. In order to convince her not to commit suicide we threw her at the task with all the recourses she could want, up to and including the aid of literal gods with domains specifically helpful in that regard, so I doubt she's just been sitting around.

Valyria's fall was that recent? ASIOAf years must be messing with me. I thought Valyria fell at least a thousand years ago, not a measly 400. Yeah we can find her kids. Hell lets have Viserys do some inquiring into it this month as a minor action.
 
Valyria's fall was that recent? ASIOAf years must be messing with me. I thought Valyria fell at least a thousand years ago, not a measly 400. Yeah we can find her kids. Hell lets have Viserys do some inquiring into it this month as a minor action.
She's been researching it ever since we murdered the Maharaja Rakshasa. She's probably going to come to us when she has a real game plan.
 
Canon Omake: No Quarter
No Quarter
First Day of the Eight Month 293 AC

It could not be understated in the mind of the First Legion's command staff that Lord General Torchwood had truly come into his own since the aftermath of the "Battle of Howling Hills", so-named for the unforgettable raids of Rhango, known as "Two-Lives", and his Dothraki raiders. Well over half his number of riders composed of the infamous Screamers which had made the savage horselords feared and reviled half the world over, and perhaps the whole world entire at that given the Dragon King's ambitions and great spanning bridges, one of Lord Gerold's new Captains, Lord Keyholder Beren Dynymion, thought irreverently.​

Before, the now famous Marshal of the Deep seemed to set about tasks that would stagger the minds of the average man with a steady, reliable, if straight-forward manner. Some say since he had nearly lost a hand to wildfire he had gone from the content knight and administrator, doling out punishments for petty crimes and drilling a den of thieves and cutthroats into a half-way serviceable force of thief catchers and guardsmen, into somewhat of a force of nature himself, emblematic of his own liege, Beren supposed. Crime dropped. Things were reported missing less. Or so they had said, though he had it under good authority that common thievery was much less profitable than smuggling in the City of Growing Wonders, acceptable to a certain degree until it went over the now invisible line that so often cut burgeoning illicit enterprise off at the knees now that the Magelord had taken over the General's old position writ large.

General Torchwood spoke with a purpose, had a certain aura of command about him these days that drew men to him. Not the voice of fire and power that sparked off from each word spoken from the King's own lips, no, but an even hand at traditional rhetoric, well-read and at times passionate by turns was the patient, stolid knight. "Not much other than patrol work for the Dragon's Talons, my Lord," Beren spoke up after Colonel Aubert Flowers finished his report. "When are we going to get into another fight? The men, they grow restless."

"The men get paid well, more routinely than some of the navy in fact, given how far their travels take them..." Beren smiled, already realizing the opening his commander had left, and it seemed the rivalry between both branches of the Dragon's Military, often expressed through whichever side had the most impact on attacking the slave trade or the institution itself, had reared its head yet again.

"And probably twice as much scuttlebutt, as they say, for half the work done."

Aubert snorted, lifting his goblet--watered down Arbor Gold of a less seasonable vintage, perhaps imported from the Reach, as they still had work to do, albeit far less than expected. The City had been taken remarkably intact, and that meant the records were more or less accounted for wholly through some other kind of sorcery the King was known for despite the potential for mismanagement, and there were plenty of men and women of means eager to prove themselves useful to the legionnaires in big armor and carrying large swords. "We'll be taking the First toward Myrish lands...or I suppose I should say Imperial, on a northerly route. The Marches need order to be established, just the same as after Tyrosh. Plenty of idiots who are woefully blind to reality and unable to proscribe any version of it than their own."

"And plenty who will be shorter a head or tighter a collar, by the time we're done," the General agreed, not grimly, more in quiet acceptance of the often dirty, but never thankless anvil of duty some men of the Legion carried about upon their shoulders. Beren had first thought of such men as a dour lot, obsessed with fighting evil and darkness, but there was something special about seeing over ten thousand men and even women move with one purpose, much less for that purpose to be more than chasing after treasure or glory. There was gold to be had in the generous stipends of the Sorcerer King, glory to be gained, but "the Light" they bore overwhelmed all.

"Do you wonder why King Viserys deigned to duel the Fool sword to sword in plain view of all and sundry? Perhaps it is my disdain for idiots and slavers, and my hatred for idiotic slavers, but I feel he deserved no less than smothering by silken pillow or a sweet wine to mask a bitter nectar." The barbs flew over both men's shoulders even as the junior officers in the pavilion squirmed uncomfortably of such talk of deceit and murder.

These men might have Westron blood, but they had spent years around company such as Beren, hot-blooded highborn he might be compared to two of more base birth, from Braavos to Qarth men knew when to poison and when to stab, and little and less of the latter performed upon the field of war. To upset such precarious balances would be 'unseemly', some might say. To Beren's shock he dismissed the thought without a trace of cynicism. After all, they had just freed millions and walked away from it like a jaunt upon a sunny afternoon, already talking about the next goal post, restoring law and order to "savage and barbarous lands". The very thought tickled Beren pink.

"It was not to prove he was brave or manful," Aubert immediately dismissed, though no man here could think of more than two words to use with which to disparage their oath-sworn liege, besides "wordy" and "pretty". The men liked a good speech in between the marching and the fighting, and the King had a way to draw men into a tale of their own making regardless. Another departure from the lives of Sellswords for some of these men, killing was a profession for many before the time of the Legion came, but the Legion's institution contained far more paper pushing and load balancing for all that they seemed to be picking a fight with three-quarters of the world. Beren would dare to say the Dragon had domesticated mercenaries.

"He wanted to prove a point. The Lyseni had not yet adapted to a changed world, and neither ignoring the past, nor disdaining the future, the King melded sorcery and a military together into one, and shattered all preconceptions of warfare and has likely forced scholars to spend the next few centuries rewriting every text and treatise out there that fundamentally ignores the introduction of magical solutions to mundane problems, like logistics, or field tactics..."

Aubert put down his cup, glancing down at the map with stone figurines that moved about according to their conducted planning and overheard conversation, purchased from a Xorn caravan recently come into the Deep out of the Fighting First's generous budget. "He also came flying down like the fist of an angry god upon wings of storm, then turned into a man before killing the bastard." Any other men might be angered that their King had not bothered to contribute more than the final blow to the war ending in their favor, as if they might be props set upon a grand stage and little more.

But the officers understood that the men all had to be blooded upon the field to help refine their doctrine, and moreover that Viserys was one man, however much power he possessed, and they would not always be able to rely on the safety net that he would be able to appear in time over their position to smite their foes into dust and oblivion. The next time they thought to give serious battle to a foe, he had little doubt the flames of the Dragon would scorch away the idea the Targaryens did not deign to help their men conquer a city.

Lord Torchwood nodded, shuffling the horse around to their planned positions for the march ahead. "Better to pay the tithe of blood and sweat now against fools and the maddened desperate," he vowed, having learned much from the engagement and already working on how to prevent similar losses next time around. "We must stand on our own. The arms and armor, mighty magics and dragons all have a cost. You don't thresh through a hundred tasks of lordship in less than a quarter of a moonturn and not have certain expectations from your own damned officers, either."

He started packing up the board after they collected the last of their notes into tidy packets pinned to parchment holders sourced from the Deep.

"Time to prove we can. As many times as it takes."

That, Beren could drink to.
 
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It could not be understated in the mind of the First Legion's command staff that Lord General Torchwood had truly come into his own since the aftermath of the "Battle of Howling Hills", so-named for the unforgettable raids of Rhango, known as "Two-Lives" and his Dothraki raiders, over half his number composed of the infamous screamers which had made the savage horselords feared and reviled half the world over, and perhaps the whole world entire at that given the Dragon King's ambitions and great spanning bridges even Dothraki may be willing to dare, if only to have their asses seated atop horses as they stride across "poisoned water", one of Gerold's new captains, Lord Keyholder Beren Dynymion, thought irreverently.
That is one hell of a sentence.
 
[X] Azel

Speaking of that Necromancer, can we tempt him with research on the Fungus Forge?
I know the Old Gods hate the undead, but we can we bring it up with Bloodraven and see if we can get something out of the ideology that life and death, the sides of the same coin.

I kinda want the Golgari:





 
[X] Azel

Speaking of that Necromancer, can we tempt him with research on the Fungus Forge?
I know the Old Gods hate the undead, but we can we bring it up with Bloodraven and see if we can get something out of the ideology that life and death, the sides of the same coin.

I kinda want the Golgari:






Fundamental weakness of the school of Necromancy, since it is written as an antithesis rather than as complimentary balancing side of a coin.

I am sure there have got to be worthwhile avenues of research related to it, but I have no doubt mostly as a means to manage and control it. There are always likely to be more threats than assets of that variety that having an expert on hand would be useful for.
 
Great omake Crake.


Trying to introduce world building details to make it known that people will do things on their own volition according to recent events. Next omake is probably an Uthero one, with more of the same.

Looking forward to it! Also looking forward to his face when we give him the Medieval Experience (tm). "Highguard Castle" or somesuch, land of idillic sundowns and chivalry!
 
@LonelyWolf999

Something to note for the next The Lads update I think?

Was doing some rereading and caught this line from when Viserys recruited Bronn. With regards to Viserys sparing most of the fleet that tried to invade the Step stones, "the fat man considered [Viserys'] mercy to be mercy towards traitors and cravens." So if the random sellsword hired as help knew about it, chances are Robert is/was pretty openly deriding everyone involved in that. And God knows a martial culture like the Westerosi love being called cowards for dealing with insurmountable odds. Might affect the loyalty of those who were ransomed by Viserys.
 
@LonelyWolf999

Something to note for the next The Lads update I think?

Was doing some rereading and caught this line from when Viserys recruited Bronn. With regards to Viserys sparing most of the fleet that tried to invade the Step stones, "the fat man considered [Viserys'] mercy to be mercy towards traitors and cravens." So if the random sellsword hired as help knew about it, chances are Robert is/was pretty openly deriding everyone involved in that. And God knows a martial culture like the Westerosi love being called cowards for dealing with insurmountable odds. Might affect the loyalty of those who were ransomed by Viserys.

Yeah, the Knights who got let off in Westeros are probably pissed for being called traitors and cowards, despite the fact that they watched fireballs rain down from the sky, and their scary dickhead genie 'allies' get beaten like a red headed step child by less than a handful of mages, with Viserys fighting in front while Robert drinks and whores while his fleet sails into the jaws of the proverbial and literal dragon.

@LonelyWolf999 when you do your update with loyalists touching base with each other, you should also touch on that. What Robert did is deeply damaging for his own regime... and beneficial for our cause.
 
Festival Figures
Alright thread, @DragonParadox. As promised I made an updated list (from the last festival) of the many figurines we could fabricate to gift to the children of SD and the Imperium at large on the days of the coming Imperial Festival. This should help building a unified imperial identity as well as firing up the minds of childrens all over the empire with potential role models for them to aspire. Could this make the cut into cannonicity for the celebrations?

Minotaur Firefighters
: This set of seven figures depicts the Minotaurs of SD defending the city from the terrible wildfire that sought to destroy it by the will of the Deep Ones. Two figures are dashing forwards, one holds a sledgehammer, while the other just puts its head forward as if to ram a wall. One figure is carrying a small child in his back, the small child hugging the minotaur's neck tightly and with his eyes closed. One figure holds a piece of wall against its back, bracing it. One figure seems slightly burned and steadies a human even as the human steadies him, both walking side by side. One figure holds a great bucket or tub, which can actually be filled with water. The last figure holds a shovel in one hand as his other hand is held up, as if trying to peer beyond the great illumination of a close by fire. A Little Valyrian stands by its shoulder, pointing at something and whispering in the minotaur's ear.

Tritons: This set of three figures depicts the Tritons of SD. One is a 'Protector', holding a trident with both hands and staring vigilantly forward, as if ready to attack. Another is a 'Merchant', depicting a Triton in the traditional garb of his trade, with sea conch necklaces and semi precious stone bracelets, gesturing to an invisible ware of doubtlessly great value. The third is a 'priest', depicting a wise looking Triton in the garb of their profession, stone tablet in one hand while the other is held up as if gesturing at an audience.

Little Valyrians: A set of eight adorable Little Valyrians in distinct poses, from laughter to serious contemplation. Some hold the tools of civilization, while others seem tailor made to leave hanging from a small branch our the edge of a table perhaps.

Calpinas: Two figures, one flying quickly and excitedly, the other dozing lazily.

Watchmen of the Deep: Six figures, all stylish and vaguely roguish without seeming overbearing or exaggerated, holding the tools and weapons of their trade in distinct poses, from patrolling to attacking. One sports a slightly irritated expression as it looks down, as if trying to catch a little prankster.

Queen Rhaella: The Ship itself in all its splendor, its deck big enough to hold other figurines itself!

Hunter's Moon: The famous ship of dashing Captain Moonsong. Moonsong not included.

Adepts of the Deep: Six figures in arcane robes, holding distinct poses from ritual, hostile spellwork, defensive spellwork, and studying.

Minotaur Shock Troops: Six figures, all in their plate armor and in distinct battle positions. Two of them have Little Valyrian shoulder gunners with crossbows or slings.

Yss' Adepts: Four figures of the followers of the Snake God. Two seem serene and the third is laughing benignly at something, the fourth one is casting a healing spell. Another four figures are snakepeople, casting or observing their sorroundings.

Raider Galley: A raider ship of the Deep, perfect for putting figures atop it!

Merchant Ship: A merchant cog from the Deep, perfect for putting figures atop it!

Raiders from the Deep: Eight figures in various roguish and badass positions, attacking with cutlass and hatchet or merrymaking with loot or wine.

Marines from the Deep: Four figures, the raider's more serious counterpart. They all look more heroic and uniform, holding distinct weapons from the raiders.

Sailors from the Deep: Ten figures, depicting all manner of sea men at their jobs.

Ser Gerold: The General Himself in a heroic pose.

Legionnaire Section: Nine legionnaires and their officer, all holding their weapons in various positions, perfect for great imaginary battles against the enemies of SD. Capable of forming shield walls!

Legionnaire Standard Bearer: Fully armored standard bearer with the King's Fist held up high in Valyrian Steel.

Legionnaire Launcher Team: Launcher operator and loader.

Legionnaire Lancer Cavalrymen: 3 distinct figures, two hefting lances and one a blowing horn.

Legionnaire Darkenbeast Rider: 3 figures, lancing ground targets or wielding bows.

Legion Quartermaster: Burly soldier which holds a sword and a pan. The pan can actually hold real water. 3 figures: Scowling, Dissaproving, and Temporarily Mollified.

Tolosi Slingers: Four figures in different stages of firing or reloading.

Archons of Mantarys: Shield, Codex, and more. Ready and vigilant in their fight against Evil. Some of them sport targ dragons in shields or armor. 6 figures.

Mantarys Mages: 4 casters in their distinctive heavens inspired robes, armor, and equipment.

Painted Lizards: Dinasours, duh. Number of figurines: Yes.

Heroic Dothraki Bloodrider: Wild, badass, and citizens of the Imperium. Wearing armor and wielding bows and long arakhs, they are fierce but concentrated, ready to die for theor Khal. 6 figures.

Loyal Knights: A wide panoply of knights of clear Westerosi origin and wielding everything from hammers to swords and shields. Representing all regions of westeros through their armor and clothing, all of them have the Targ dragon on their breastplates. 12 figures.

Inquisitors: Doing spellwork, ritual, or wielding blades, these brave men and women protect the citizens of the empire throughout the night so the innocent can sleep. 4 figures.

Children of the Forest: Friendly and wide eyed, serious and mysterious, armed and dangerous... take your pick! 3 figures.

Braavo: Everyone's favorite dashing rouge, twirling with dagger and rapier. 3 figures.

Myrish Glass Golem: Imposing and deadly, they stand ready. 3 figures.

Tradesmen from the Deep: From enchanters to smiths to fiahermen, dockworkers and bakers, these men and woman are the economic lifeblood of the Deep. 20 figures.

Imperial Furies: Beutifully armored and wielding spears, swords and maces. Most are flaring their wings in heroic poses as they fly or fight on foot with expressions of courage and determination. 5 figures.

Brothers of the Watch: Vigilant Rangers of the Wall wielding spears, bows, and swords. 6 figures.

Leshies! 10 figures.

Fungal Direwolves: Fierce and awesome wolves of awesomeness. 5 figures.

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And because all action figures need an enemy... I present The Rouges Gallery!


The Damphair: An evil, important looking, deformed sorcerer holding its hands up, perhaps casting some sinister magic ritual... or maybe just gloating.

The Damphair's Henchmen: Eight figures, all holding improvised weapons or hatchets, extremely deformed beyond any current citizen of SD who still holds Deep One taint.

Deep One Sorcerers: Three ominous figures completely covered by robes in different casting positions.

Slaver Scum: Ten figures. Crew from a despicable slaver galley, armed and in various positions of attack or defense. Infinitely worse looking than the rather dashing Raiders from the Deep.

Gloating Magister: Exactly what it says on the tin. Very Evil Looking. Also Fat.

Evil Slaver Ship: Wicked looking ship which can hold its own figures.

Shambling Ghouls: Six distinct forms of shambling. Generic bad guys ready to be inserted into any adventure.

Lich Lord: Bones, dark magic, and a hate for all that lives. This skeletal figure is half covered by tattered robes and is sure to appear in at least a few kid's nightmares. 3 figures: wielding sacrificial dagger, casting, and studying scrolls.

Evil Monsters: Lya knows best. Ten figures.

Evil Robed Chancellor: Fat, robed, bold, leering courtier with both hands under the other's sleeve. All similarities to Varys are accidental. We swear.

Aedon the Fool: The fool himself, sword in hand as he screams incoherently.

Aedon's Toadies: Bloodthirsty Lyseni ready to pull a coup or stand in the way of greater men. 6 figures.

Dumb Dothraki Screamers: Twice as wild and twice as rash, wearing no armor and wielding whips or Arakhs, these ones make good cavalry for the Forces of Evil. 5 figures.

The Usurper: Fat and wearing ill fitted armor, the stag king wields a tankard of spilling ale in one hand and a hammer in the other... grabbed by the wrong end.

Disloyal Knights: A sad if well armed bunch of traitorous knights wearing the stag of kings landing on their breastplate. 12 figures.

Golden Shields: Enemy casters ready to discharge all manner of no doubt evil and treacherous spells. 5 figures.

Demons: Ugly Monsters to be slain by Man. 8 figures. Also useful for teaching children the ABC's of the most common types of Demons and their phisycal exterior.

Daemons: Same as above.

Devils: Same as above.

Ghiscary Slavers: Despicable scum armed with cruel cudgels and spiked irons, 6 figures.

Harpies: Perfect for perching atop unsuspecting heroes exploring dungeons below chairs, tables, and windowsills. 5 figures.

Golden Company Armsmen: Professional men at arms wielding all manner of traditional weapons. Handy when you need an all out field battle. Most of them can form a shield wall if placed right. 8 figures. Great for clashing against Legionnaires!

Generic Cultists: Deformed wretches who gave up their precious humanity for petty power. 9 total: 2 caster, 3 melee, 1 scurrying, 1 sacrificing, 1 bound and being sacrificed, 1 agonizing.
 
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@bigbow, suggestion -- you can probably add Harpies to the enemies. Yrael and Relath (and even Amrelath, recently) are teaming up to tear them down. It'd be good for the rest of the Imperium to know about them and consider them foes.
 
@bigbow, suggestion -- you can probably add Harpies to the enemies. Yrael and Relath (and even Amrelath, recently) are teaming up to tear them down. It'd be good for the rest of the Imperium to know about them and consider them foes.

Read your mind on the Harpies. Adding Yrael and Relath now!

C
On further consideration, I'm leaving Yrael and Relath out for a future update when the Imperium is formed.
 
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Maybe a Lich as a boss in the bad guy faction?

Casting highly sinister magic, such a Prestidigitation to get the yellow colouring from their old bones.
 
@bigbow, are you aiming for a release of Viserys and the Companions after we officially create the Imperium?

I'm thinking yeah, its a pretty important step in solidifying national heroes for all to worship. The fact that they're all actually alive just adds to the mystique and is kinda crazy if you think about it.. any monarch of an early modern european nation-state would have given his left hand for a chance at these. Much better than searching (or forging) through old historians and digging up ancient barbarians that had the lack of brains to fight the Romans more than a thousand years ago...
 
I'm thinking yeah, its a pretty important step in solidifying national heroes for all to worship. The fact that they're all actually alive just adds to the mystique and is kinda crazy if you think about it.. any monarch of an early modern european nation-state would have given his left hand for a chance at these. Much better than searching (or forging) through old historians and digging up ancient barbarians that had the lack of brains to fight the Romans more than a thousand years ago...
That or outright fabricating ancestors to draw legitimacy from. :V

It's great to have so many enemies, too. It basically gives us casus belli on the entire plane, and have the people support us in the process.
 
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