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    • A Night of the Arts​

    Twelfth Day of the Eight Month 293 AC

    Django son of Rhango is at the tumultuous crossroads of his life where a boy is about to become a man. Youngest of Rhango's sons, he was raised to lead a Khalasar of his own, if the dead did not rise in vengeance against his people that is. A year into their harrowing escape, his father's miraculous death and rebirth, and the sweeping changes their people had under the banner of the Zhavrosa Khal, he finds himself at loss at what to do with his life. So when his family got invited to witness another of the Dragon's world shaking revelations, he begged off to stay in Sorcerer's Deep and see what he can make of himself. Especially when the king announced he's holding a Westerosi Festival.

    What to make of himself, definitely shouldn't involve arguing with an Essarian with the help of a Snakefolk over a toy.

    "3 cities for this? This is robbery! " he exclaimed. The valyrian tongue rolling in his mouth like he was born speaking it. It's been hard studying ahorseback, but it paid off immensely once they reached the Disputed Lands. "Surely you won't dare rob me in front of the Great Serpent's children?"

    Let me interrupt you a bit, man. Vrazildri the interpreter held up a hand. First, lets not involve the Father of Serpents in this. Second, I live close by and see when I pass by how Tinkerer makes these. I'd say the piece is worth 3 cities for the labor alone. She pauses and stares at the Essarian, who responded with his chattering tongue. Huh? Artists! She seeming threw her arms in frustration. He says he's willing to drop it to a city and five faiths if you recite a poem for him to write in slate.

    Django sputtered where he stood. "Huh? He wants to listen to my drivel? I've just been spouting nonsense...But if he wants it, sure!" he held up his hand before Vrazildri translates, "How about you? I'm paying for trade talk only. This would take more time than I'm willing to pay."

    The serpentfolk obligingly passed on the message. He says he'll pay for it. He says his work needs more inspiration as he wants to do something fierce next, like a dothraki.

    Django nodded, giddy at his sudden bargain. He thought of a poem on the spot, closing his eyes imagining the smell of trampled grass.


    The brown steppe is like an ancient story,
    There is no sound to be heard.
    A lone rider, wearied by the distant fires,
    Spends the night upon the steppe.

    In the deep darkness, the objects of the sky
    Stretch out like bonfires of the greatest Khalassar,
    He feels the nature of the peaceful steppe,
    He watches the stars, as though the horse was missing.

    The brown steppe is like an ancient story,
    There is now sound to be heard.
    Like what we sense among the stars,
    The horses neigh at night upon the steppe.    ​

    He opens his eyes seeing the Essarian eagerly writing on a slab of slate. A clever bargain! The serpentfolk concludes their trade with a flickering of her tongue. She bowed out after taking her payment and Django carefully returned his purchase into its box and stored within his pack.

    The moon is high up in the sky, and the magelights brightly lit, when he went out of Tinkerer's shop. Springy with his steps, he decided to take a stately walk across the city instead of going directly to the Silver Rose. Or so he would like to tell himself as an excuse to pass by the Royce manor... He shook his head at his silliness. He still passed by though, hoping to catch a glimpse, even though he knows they usually eat at the keep.

    A growl from his stomach reminded him that he needs to eat too. So when he arrived at the playhouse, he was halfway through his second pie as a smirking Artaryon greeted him. "Passed by the manor again? Did you see them?"

    "Don't be silly." he looked down trying to hide his blush. "I went to buy food for us."

    "Which are meat pies with quince. That only Mathis' Cookshop bakes. The cookshop that can be found along Companion's Alley." Artaryon dryly replies with an arched eyebrow.

    Django blushed further and can't look him in the eye. "Quit it will you! What's on for tonight?"

    The Braavosi youth gave a short snort as if not willing to drop the subject. "Aside from your drivel to distract the audience between plays, were doing some Westerosi plays due to the lot with these visitors for the Tourney. We've Symeon Starry Eyes, Olyvarr, and..." he pauses waggling his eyebrows, "Ser Waymar the Virtuous to close the night." he laughingly hops aside as Django kicked at him.

    But rather than sour his evening, Django eagerly unpacked the newest piece of his treasure. Not even Artaryon's soft giggles distract him as he placed the movable craftwork figure of a Griffin beside the solid figurines of Waymar Royce, the Thunder Knight, upon the desk where he keeps them on his room upstairs. Only then did he pounced on the kid and tickled him all the way into the playhouse.

    So into the evening, after he bows to the applause of the audience, he takes his place among them. As together with Artaryon, resting his head upon his shoulder, they watched how the brave knight, exiled from his home for magic, rescued little girls from ghosts, maidens from demons, ladies from monsters, and princesses from mad sorcerers, all in the service of the Dragon King.

    Notes: Rhango had mentioned having sons in his interlude. Yes, Waymar and Cloud got a fanboy. And yes, Django found out things about himself that he never knew while in the shadow of his father's khalassar. LGBT aside from Varys, represent? The poem is Mongolian titled: The Horses Neigh at Night Upon the Steppe, and yes it's a euphemism for Django's current situation.
     
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    • UmeII said:
    Hi everyone.
    After months of reading I've finally caught up with this thread and first of all, I want to thank and congratulate DP. As someone who loves both D&D and Fanfiction, this story combines everything I love about both of them. You've seemlessly integrated the D&D setting with the ASOIAF setting. Even if this were "only" a regular fanfic I'd love it. That fact that you' ve managed to achieve this level of writing quality in a Quest is astonishing to me.

    That said, I'm looking forward to contributing to the voting from now on. There seems to be quite a heated discussion going on right now. I have to say, I largely agree with those who feel that protecting children has always been one of the cornerstones of Visery's characterization in this story. As such, I'm voting for plan:

    [X] Snowfire
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    Holy shit we have new blood. I wonder how long it will take for you to be consumed. I can't wait to see it. Welcome to the thread. I'm it's resident psyco or sociopath. Depends on the day
     
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    A Night of the Arts​

    Twelfth Day of the Eight Month 293 AC

    Django son of Rhango is at the tumultuous crossroads of his life where a boy is about to become a man. Youngest of Rhango's sons, he was raised to lead a Khalasar of his own, if the dead did not rise in vengeance against his people that is. A year into their harrowing escape, his father's miraculous death and rebirth, and the sweeping changes their people had under the banner of the Zhavrosa Khal, he finds himself at loss at what to do with his life. So when his family got invited to witness another of the Dragon's world shaking revelations, he begged off to stay in Sorcerer's Deep and see what he can make of himself. Especially when the king announced he's holding a Westerosi Festival.

    What to make of himself, definitely shouldn't involve arguing with an Essarian with the help of a Snakefolk over a toy.

    "3 cities for this? This is robbery! " he exclaimed. The valyrian tongue rolling in his mouth like he was born speaking it. It's been hard studying ahorseback, but it paid off immensely once they reached the Disputed Lands. "Surely you won't dare rob me in front of the Great Serpent's children?"

    Let me interrupt you a bit, man. Vrazildri the interpreter held up a hand. First, lets not involve the Father of Serpents in this. Second, I live close by and see when I pass by how Tinkerer makes these. I'd say the piece is worth 3 cities for the labor alone. She pauses and stares at the Essarian, who responded with his chattering tongue. Huh? Artists! She seeming threw her arms in frustration. He says he's willing to drop it to a city and five faiths if you recite a poem for him to write in slate.

    Django sputtered where he stood. "Huh? He wants to listen to my drivel? I've just been spouting nonsense...But if he wants it, sure!" he held up his hand before Vrazildri translates, "How about you? I'm paying for trade talk only. This would take more time than I'm willing to pay."

    The serpentfolk obligingly passed on the message. He says he'll pay for it. He says his work needs more inspiration as he wants to do something fierce next, like a dothraki.

    Django nodded, giddy at his sudden bargain. He thought of a poem on the spot, closing his eyes imagining the smell of trampled grass.


    The brown steppe is like an ancient story,
    There is no sound to be heard.
    A lone rider, wearied by the distant fires,
    Spends the night upon the steppe.

    In the deep darkness, the objects of the sky
    Stretch out like bonfires of the greatest Khalassar,
    He feels the nature of the peaceful steppe,
    He watches the stars, as though the horse was missing.

    The brown steppe is like an ancient story,
    There is now sound to be heard.
    Like what we sense among the stars,
    The horses neigh at night upon the steppe.    ​

    He opens his eyes seeing the Essarian eagerly writing on a slab of slate. A clever bargain! The serpentfolk concludes their trade with a flickering of her tongue. She bowed out after taking her payment and Django carefully returned his purchase into its box and stored within his pack.

    The moon is high up in the sky, and the magelights brightly lit, when he went out of Tinkerer's shop. Springy with his steps, he decided to take a stately walk across the city instead of going directly to the Silver Rose. Or so he would like to tell himself as an excuse to pass by the Royce manor... He shook his head at his silliness. He still passed by though, hoping to catch a glimpse, even though he knows they usually eat at the keep.

    A growl from his stomach reminded him that he needs to eat too. So when he arrived at the playhouse, he was halfway through his second pie as a smirking Artaryon greeted him. "Passed by the manor again? Did you see them?"

    "Don't be silly." he looked down trying to hide his blush. "I went to buy food for us."

    "Which are meat pies with quince. That only Mathis' Cookshop bakes. The cookshop that can be found along Companion's Alley." Artaryon dryly replies with an arched eyebrow.

    Django blushed further and can't look him in the eye. "Quit it will you! What's on for tonight?"

    The Braavosi youth gave a short snort as if not willing to drop the subject. "Aside from your drivel to distract the audience between plays, were doing some Westerosi plays due to the lot with these visitors for the Tourney. We've Symeon Starry Eyes, Olyvarr, and..." he pauses waggling his eyebrows, "Ser Waymar the Virtuous to close the night." he laughingly hops aside as Django kicked at him.

    But rather than sour his evening, Django eagerly unpacked the newest piece of his treasure. Not even Artaryon's soft giggles distract him as he placed the movable craftwork figure of a Griffin beside the solid figurines of Waymar Royce, the Thunder Knight, upon the desk where he keeps them on his room upstairs. Only then did he pounced on the kid and tickled him all the way into the playhouse.

    So into the evening, after he bows to the applause of the audience, he takes his place among them. As together with Artaryon, resting his head upon his shoulder, they watched how the brave knight, exiled from his home for magic, rescued little girls from ghosts, maidens from demons, ladies from monsters, and princesses from mad sorcerers, all in the service of the Dragon King.

    Notes: Rhango had mentioned having sons in his interlude. Yes, Waymar and Cloud got a fanboy. And yes, Django found out things about himself that he never knew while in the shadow of his father's khalassar. LGBT aside from Varys, represent? The poem is Mongolian titled: The Horses Neigh at Night Upon the Steppe, and yes it's a euphemism for Django's current situation.
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    Really well done, dude. Great character piece, and one I would like to see more of if you plan it to more than a one off.
     
    Goldfish said:
    I'm pretty sure that is apocryphal lore. I can remember it from somewhere, but only barely, and I don't believe it was an official sourcebook.

    IIRC, the Tarrasque has always been an unique monster in any setting where it was present.
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    Nah, it was official. Can't remember the source - I think it was a Dragon Magazine - but it was real. Part of Spelljammer, iirc. They got their homeworld banished by the gods, and had their minds taken from them as part of the bargain.
     
    So I as thinking about the issues we've been having with overnight discussions getting very contentious and well the thing that seems most troublesome to me is that I'm not here to mediate them which sis something that as the GM I should be doing more of, especially since I encourage morality debates, I write this quest such that the subject comes up numerous times.

    That being said how would you guys feel about potentially tabling contentious votes overnight by common consent and then taking them up in the morning?
     
    DragonParadox said:
    So I as thinking about the issues we've been having with overnight discussions getting very contentious and well the thing that seems most troublesome to me is that I'm not here to mediate them which sis something that as the GM I should be doing more of, especially since I encourage morality debates, I write this quest such that the subject comes up numerous times.

    That being said how would you guys feel about potentially tabling contentious votes overnight by common consent and then taking them up in the morning?
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    That would be better. Truly contentious votes don't come up that often, but when they do, I think everyone should get a chance to weigh in. Considering that we are spread all across the planet, in a dozen or more time zones, leaving a vote open for 12+ hours guarantees everyone has an opportunity to participate.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    So I as thinking about the issues we've been having with overnight discussions getting very contentious and well the thing that seems most troublesome to me is that I'm not here to mediate them which sis something that as the GM I should be doing more of, especially since I encourage morality debates, I write this quest such that the subject comes up numerous times.

    That being said how would you guys feel about potentially tabling contentious votes overnight by common consent and then taking them up in the morning?
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    It's certainly not a bad idea, and having you around as a voice of balance could definitely help.
     
    DragonParadox said:
    So I as thinking about the issues we've been having with overnight discussions getting very contentious and well the thing that seems most troublesome to me is that I'm not here to mediate them which sis something that as the GM I should be doing more of, especially since I encourage morality debates, I write this quest such that the subject comes up numerous times.

    That being said how would you guys feel about potentially tabling contentious votes overnight by common consent and then taking them up in the morning?
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    Up to you. I think everything went productively this time, but that certainly hasn't always been the case.
     
    OK, vote closed. I think I can do this now.
    Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jan 29, 2019 at 9:23 AM, finished with 629 posts and 43 votes.
    • [X] Plan neat and clean.
      -[X] Hit Myrcella with a Greater Dispel Magic, then Quickened Deep Slumber.
      -[X] Use a Bloodwished Modify Memory to implant the following memory:
      --[X] She caught the kitty, and sat down and cuddled with it for a bit. She got sleepy from because she was tired from chasing it, and because it was purring, so she decided to take a nap.
      -[X] Take a moment to make sure the princess is safe from harm, then take the cat and move on.
      [X] Abstain
      [X] Plan Ludicrous Accusations
      -[X] Hit Myrcella with a Greater Dispel Magic, then Quickened Deep Slumber.
      -[X] Use a Bloodwished Modify Memory to implant the following memory:
      --[X] When she came into the room, she heard someone approaching and hid behind a set of armor out of fear of being scolded for ruining her dress.
      --[X] She saw Varys coming in and doing something, then a gold coated Falxugon appears in a pillar of flame.
      --[X] Varys tells him that this hurry is becoming problematic and that he knows Stannis orders just fine without his servants constantly reminding him.
      --[X] The Falxugon huffs, then spots Myrcella and grabs her, proclaiming that they can get started on getting rid of the heirs right here and now.
      --[X] Varys denies this, citing the time isn't right and instead says that he will make her forget and puts her to sleep.
      -[X] Use Bloodwished Unconscious Agenda to suppress the memory until Myrcella learns that Varys has disappeared or is that, at which point she will "remember" this again and tell it to Cersei.
      [x] Modified Talon
      [X] STEAL THE ENTIRE FUCKING RED KEEP. CAST FORBIDDANCE TO KEEP EVERYONE INSIDE, THEN USE SOTD TO REMOVE THE FOUNDATIONS.
      [X] Purchase a Solid Cloud through our new alliance, and place the detached keep upon it by moving the cloud underneath the castle, replacing the destroyed foundation with it at the same moment with Wish.​
      [X] Move the castle away (air elementals or levitate or...something?)​
      [X] Blame an 'infestation of demons' for why you have to take the whole castle. Make it really obvious it's us.​
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    UmeII said:
    Hi everyone.
    After months of reading I've finally caught up with this thread and first of all, I want to thank and congratulate DP. As someone who loves both D&D and Fanfiction, this story combines everything I love about both of them. You've seemlessly integrated the D&D setting with the ASOIAF setting. Even if this were "only" a regular fanfic I'd love it. That fact that you' ve managed to achieve this level of writing quality in a Quest is astonishing to me.

    That said, I'm looking forward to contributing to the voting from now on. There seems to be quite a heated discussion going on right now. I have to say, I largely agree with those who feel that protecting children has always been one of the cornerstones of Visery's characterization in this story. As such, I'm voting for plan:

    [X] Snowfire
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    OK that's great and all but what's your opinion on Lya's cat.
     
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