❗ @DragonParadox, can Yss make guardians for Dreamlands?
Since he can make Outsiders on-demand now, and is already guarding all of SD in dreamlands, and stuff...
❗ @DragonParadox, can Yss make guardians for Dreamlands?
Since he can make Outsiders on-demand now, and is already guarding all of SD in dreamlands, and stuff...
Or you find creatures with the template to feed into thr forge.
Vote closed.
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jan 28, 2020 at 12:56 PM, finished with 56 posts and 10 votes.
[X] Don't risk any overt movements now, just resolve to wring the names out of captured and slain clerics in the aftermath. Move on to the next batch of intel.
Honstly, seeing how little remained from the city we've already seen, that was closer to the edge of the Doom, I don't expect any inner country forges to be workable.
Honstly, seeing how little remained from the city we've already seen, that was closer to the edge of the Doom, I don't expect any inner country forges to be workable.
I expect domestic Valyrian Flesh Forges to be smaller and much simpler than those we've found or know of beyond the boundary of the Freehold proper. The Fleshcrafters weren't held in high esteem in the Freehold, so they set up shop far away from authorities who might interfere with their work.
The Forges in Valyria were probably staffed by the unambitious type, who were more interested in profit and creating the next model of big-titted cat girls than experimenting and creating the perfect life form.
I expect domestic Valyrian Flesh Forges to be smaller and much simpler than those we've found or know of beyond the boundary of the Freehold proper. The Fleshcrafters weren't held in high esteem in the Freehold, so they set up shop far away from authorities who might interfere with their work.
The Forges in Valyria were probably staffed by the unambitious type, who were more interested in profit and creating the next model of big-titted cat girls than experimenting and creating the perfect life form.
The Freehold Fleshsmiths were also ambitious as fuck, though. There was an entire section of Valyria where they tried to change the slaves into a "more pleasing form" (big-titted catgirls probably ).
I think they are mainly just more sneaky and secretive. Or were.
The Forges in Valyria were probably staffed by the unambitious type, who were more interested in profit and creating the next model of big-titted cat girls than experimenting and creating the perfect life form.
All available evidence suggests that to the Valyrians of old, there was no difference between "perfect lifeform" and "catgirl with improbably sized breasts". Well, the perfect lifeform should probably satisfy a few dozen more of the fetishes of the creepy shut-ins who lived underground and obsessed about their main pastime Fleshforgers, but that certainly includes being a catgirl!
This is your friendly reminder that canonically, GRRM wrote Viserys both as an example of Targaryen madness and as someone who was horny for evil monsters with six breasts. Coincidence? I think not!
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jan 28, 2020 at 12:56 PM, finished with 56 posts and 10 votes.
[X] Don't risk any overt movements now, just resolve to wring the names out of captured and slain clerics in the aftermath. Move on to the next batch of intel.
Oddly enough the priests of Tiamat of Many Colors and None prove to be far more adept at mingling with the common soldiers than the mages drawn to the lure of power and knowledge. They are not universally beloved of course, the screams that sometimes echo from their altars see to that, but from the tales the shadows heard they are at least respected.
"Ain't afraid to get their hands dirty, not bloody neither," a broad-shouldered man with half his scalp burned and healed glistening pink says to a still wide-eyed trio of young recruits who you would wager had not done anything more martial that scaring off wolves with sling-stones. "See this.." he points at the scar. "One of the damn horse-fucker fire wizards almost boiled my brains in my skull and he would've managed it too if it hadn't been for Lady Lemore. Healed me right up she did after the fight too. The fires are enough to turn your stomach if you stand downwind of 'em, but that's the price you've gota pay. Ain't no way to make sausage without blood."
One wonders if he would be as philosophical about it if it was his guts being minced to sausage meat, Varys hisses, though she sounds more amused than offended. Well that and bored enough of sitting still coiled around your shoulders under your cloak that she is tempted to demonstrate the point.
Lemore, you had heard that name before of course, besides young Aegon the one most blessed by Tiamat among the Golden Company, able to 'heal all the ailments of body and mind', a spell of the Sixth Circle unless you are mistaken. However, her tale is of more than sorcery and faith in Tiamat. Supposedly she had been a septa, an uncommon calling indeed for a company that has been away from Westeros for generations, though you could certainly understand why Varys at least would wish to ensure that the boy learned of the Seven, given his mad plan. If that was indeed his intention it had failed rather spectacularly. Septa Lemore had been poisoned at the command a Myrish magister, furious that the company was marching east instead of taking his city's generous payment to fight in the Disputed Lands. That had been when young Aegon's magic had been first revealed outside his inner circle, first in healing her, then in forcing the truth from the magister's lips before burning him alive before all present.
By all accounts the miracle had inspired in the former septa a fervent loyalty to the would-be boy king, and an equally deep faith in Tiamat. She had not only learned prayers and invocations, but had taken to a warrior's arts with a passion and skill that supposedly surprised everyone save Jon Connington himself.
For many of the sellswords she is the first example for why one should not discount a sorceresses on the battlefield, her deeds recounted in almost the same reverent tones as Aegon's Long Ride and the breaking of the Jogos Nhai tribes. The slaying of the black manticore, a creature unleashed from one of the company's first ill-fortuned forays into the Shadow Realm, the fall of the Tattered Lord, a dead prince of Sarnor who refused to negotiate with the living in any form and dozens of other accolades of battle. A perilous foe to be sure, but not one you think too likely to be keen-eyed enough to see through the veils you had wrapped yourself in. For caution's sake however you decide to look for her with Ser Richard and Tyene near at hand, the former for her skill with glamour and quick wit and the latter for his own peace of mind.
You find the septa turned champion of Tiamat in front of a large bonfire, the light of the flames reflecting off lustrous dark hair and armor of dragon bone and leather. She smiles readily and laughs often, though there is a melancholy behind her eyes that neither can touch. Does she regret any of the deeds performed in the same of Tiamat, you wonder...
The thought breaks off abruptly as you hear Tyene curse in shock inside your mind, surprising in itself given that the spell that binds you aught only carry conscious messages, though when you hear her next few words you understand the point. "What the fuck is a Dayne doing here? Is that... no it can't be. She's dead."
"Death is not as much of an impediment to walking around under the sun these days," you point out. "Which Dayne cousin does she look like?"
"Ashara, Uncle Doran showed me a painting of her once," Tyene says. "A long way from silks and and knights sighing for her gaze..."
"But not so far for the sister of the Sword of the Morning," Ser Richard points out, eyeing the woman with a thoughtful gaze, just as he would a devil, dragon or any other foe he has time to study at his leisure.
After that particular revelation none of the rest you learn of the priests of Tiamat proves nearly as surprising, though accounts of the boy Aegon's growing powers, even when filtering out obvious tall tales, make you revise how many of your Companions should face him.
1 Aegon 'Young Griff', Chosen of Tiamat, mage of the Eighth Circle
1 Tiamat Cleric of the Seventh Circle ('Lemore', Ashara Dayne)
2 Tiamat Clerics of the Sixth Circle
2 Tiamat Clerics of the Fourth Circle
4 Tiamat Clerics of the Second Circle
13 Tiamat Clerics of the First Circle
What do you do next?
[] Continue Scouting
-[] The elephant riding mages
-[] The drakes and their riders
-[] The boy Aegon and any immediate guards or companions
-[] Write in targets
[] Contact Ser Cole
-[] Alone
-[] With Benerro's help
[] Try to find out more about the mind-blanked watchers
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: I would have liked to find a pic for Ashara more in line with her actual coloring, but the armor was too good to pass up. Imagine she has black hair and violet eyes.
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