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- United States
This should have been passive training, though? It's not like our rangers have anything else to do.
A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover
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- France
They've been trying, but apparently it takes heroic assets to figure out how to effectively train feral dinosaurs.
Think of it this way: the difficulty will only make our eventual success more impressive!
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- United States
Well, there is also Soft Strider who's been taking it easy these past few months. I haven't seen her in a combat group in a while.
At least DP confirmed she made that Allosaurus her mount.
Winning Vote
Hmm... why not solve one problem with another?
"In exchange for these honorable gift please accept in return this feral dinosaur!"
"RAWR!"
"Ugh... this seems rather dangerous..."
"That seems like a you problem. "
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Part MMMDCCXIX: On Southern Winds
On Southern Winds
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
"So do you think the dread lord of Carcosa is going to show up next atop his nightmarish steed breathing brimstone and the smoke of damned men's souls?" Tyene asks as the two of you observe the envoys of the Azure Emperor from the privacy of a glamor-shrouded balcony.
A public greeting would have been a bit much for the group when you had given Ning only a private one so instead you opted to have the diplomatic corps be the ones to greet the delegation from Yin. Said diplomats had been commanded to politely inform both delegations that they enjoy your full protection and that guest right is enshrined as one of your most important laws.
"One hopes not, otherwise I'm going to have to devise a way to keep the flesh-smiths from offering to trade their services to study said mount," you reply in jesting tone... mostly at least. The sort of rumors they tell about Carcosa's dread lord would intrigue Qyburn and especially Elaheh, and if he is indeed the last of the Yellow Emperors he may be one of the last people alive who could have seen Valyrian fleshcraft in its prime with his own eyes.
Speaking of fleshcraft, you command shadowcats and a small skittering horde of mimics almost too small to see to keep an eye on your hosts should their enmity overcome their good sense. Less likely to draw ill comment than the erinyes, if they would even have cause to suspect a hand mirror or a perfume bottle of being a spy at all.
***
Thankfully for your schedule and the peace of mind of the harried diplomats it is not the Yellow Emperor in the flesh who shows himself next upon the shores of Sorcerer's Deep. Rather there emerges from the mists a swan ship flying the braided purple and gold banner of the Lord of Last Lament and soon to be all of Walano, and on board is the young Yanda Zaq himself.
Judging from the arcane winds that carried the graceful ship to port swifter than the prevailing winds could have and the soft mists that shrouded it as it entered the harbor his priestess bride also has had a hand in the journey.
"A glorious day to be here cousin and to see the wonders you have wrought of this nest of rogues," the young prince proclaims dramatically as soon as he his feet touch the pier in accented but perfectly fluent Low Valyian spoken in the Lyseni manner. He had been taking advantage of the opportunities of the trade port on Stone Head obviously.
The mode of address is obviously one common for the Princes of the Summer Isles to call one another and one you do not object to, at least for now. It is after all the changing your royal title that you are soon to celebrate along with the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms, or the pacification of the Western Provinces as the case may be.
"I wonder if he could be persuaded to swear to us on the spot," Varys hisses in your mind. "He seems as fascinated by the city and its offerings..."
Alas it would not be quite as easy as your familiar had anticipated. Jola Daa of the Sweet Lotus Vale is a charming as she is beautiful and garbed in robes of Naathi silk, crimson feathers from the depths of the island and rare opals polished to a warm amber sheen. "Well met Prince of Fire and Air, it is good that you do not walk the path of your forefathers too closely," she says in the tongue without the use of any sorcery.
"Their power was great, their works enduring, but so too were their sins," you acknowledge with a careful bow. This is one to watch and not just for the magic she wields.
Before she can answer the groaning steps of something far heavier than a man can be heard from the ship behind the gathering of Summer Isles nobles. You are surprised to see a man atop not just a painted lizard, but one of the most dangerous for its size, prod the great horned beast onto the shore. The rider was obviously trained for war but just as obviously his role here was ceremonial, a long red ribbon tied to the end of his lance.
Yanda Zaq explains that he had brought a few of his new honor guard along so that they may participate in any jousting, of which he had obviously heard of though not in any great detail. His wife gently explains that it would probably be unfair to partake of any martial trials in which one side's mounts would view the others as prey. "We shall have to be content with the the glory of the goldenheart bows."
One of the grizzled archers standing not far from her did not look best pleased at the news, perhaps because the bows were famed as weapons of war not sport, but the priestess paid them no mind as the entire delegation made its winding way towards the palace.
Do you have any games or mock battles on the day before or after the coronation?
[] Yes
-[] Write in
[] No, you do not need such distractions
OOC: The lizard is an archeosaur not a true dinosaur, so closer to a land crocodile, but that sort of distinction is not on Viserys' mind right now.
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- Location
- Germany
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
- Location
- Formerly of the Far Realm
On Southern Winds
Twenty-Fifth Day of the Fifth Month 294 AC
"So do you think the dread lord of Carcosa is going to show up next, atop his nightmarish steed breathing brimstone and the smoke of damned men's souls?" Tyene asks as the two of you observe the envoys of the Azure court from the privacy of a glamor-shrouded balcony.
A public greeting would have been a bit much for the court when you had given Ning only a private, one so instead you opted to have the diplomatic corps be the ones to greet the delegation from Yin. Said diplomats had been commanded to politely inform both delegations that they enjoy your full protection and that guest right is enshrined as one of your most important laws.
"One hopes not, otherwise I'm going to have to devise a way to keep the flesh-smiths from offering to trade their services to study said mount," you reply in jesting tone...mostly, at least. The sort of rumors they tell about Carcosa's dread lord would intrigue Qyburn, and especially Elaheh, and if he is indeed the last of the Yellow Emperors, he may be one of the last people alive who could have seen Valyrian flesh-craft in its prime with his own eyes.
Speaking of fleshcraft, you command shadow cats and a small skittering horde of mimics almost too small to see to keep an eye on your hosts, should their enmity overcome their good sense. Less likely to draw ill comment than the erinyes, if they would even have cause to suspect a hand mirror or a perfume bottle of being a spy.
***
Thankfully for your schedule and the peace of mind of the harried diplomats, it is not the Yellow Emperor in the flesh who next shows himself upon the shores of Sorcerer's Deep. Rather, there emerges from the mists a swan ship flying the braided purple and gold banner of the Lord of Last Lament and soon to be all of Walano, and on board is the young Yanda Zaq himself.
Judging from the arcane winds that carried the graceful ship to port swifter than the prevailing winds could have, and the soft mists that shrouded it as it entered the harbor, his priestess bride also has a hand in the journey.
"A glorious day to be here, cousin, and to see the wonders you have wrought of this nest of rogues," the young prince proclaims dramatically as soon as he his feet touch the pier, in accented but perfectly fluent Low Valyian spoken in the Lyseni manner. He obviously had been taking advantage of the opportunities of the trade port in Stone Head.
The mode of address is obviously one common for the Princes of the Islands to call one another, and one you do not object to it, at least for now. After all, it is changing your royal title that you are soon to celebrate, along with the conquest of the Seven Kingdoms, or the pacification of the Western Provinces, as the case may be.
"I wonder if he could be persuaded to swear to us on the spot," Varys hisses in your mind. "He seems fascinated by the city and its offerings..."
Alas, it would not be quite as easy as your familiar had anticipated. Jola Daa, of the Sweet Lotus Vale, is as charming as she is beautiful, garbed in robes of Naathi silk, crimson feathers from the depths of the island, and rareopals polished to a warm amber sheen. "Well met, Prince of Fire and Air. It is good that you do not walk the path of your forefathers too closely," she says in the tongue without the use of any sorcery.
"Their power was great, their works enduring, but so too were their sins," you acknowledge with a careful bow. This is one to watch, and not just for the magic she wields.
Before she can answer, the groaning steps of something far heavier than a man can be heard from the ship behind the gathering of Summer Island nobles. You are surprised to see a man atop not just a painted lizard, but one of the most dangerous for its size, prod the great horned beast onto the shore. The rider was obviously trained in war, but just as obviously his role here was ceremonial, a long red ribbon tied to the end of his lance.
Yanda Zaq explains that he had brought a few of his new honorguard along so that they may participate in any jousting, of which he had obviously heard about though not in any great detail. His wife gently explains that it would probably be unfair to partake of any martial trials in which one side's mounts would view the others as prey. "We shall have to be content with the the glory of the goldenwood bows."
One of the grizzled archers standing not far from her did not look best pleased at the news, perhaps because the bows were famed as weapons of war not sport, but the priestess paid them no mind as the entire delegation made its winding way towards the palace.
Do you have any games or mock battles on the day before or after the coronation?
[] Yes
-[] Write in
[] No, you do not need such distractions
OOC: The lizard is an archeosaur not a true dinosaur, so closer to a land crocodile, but that sort of distinction is not on Viserys' mind right now. Not yet edited.
What kind of gathering would it be without a bunch of heavily armed men knocking into each other? We will have Westerosi lord here after all! Are we sure we can't let the Lizards be in the joust though? It would be hilarious! How about a magical mount category? Would their even around be enough for that?
- Location
- France
Viserys really needs to reframe his response to the regular "oh your ancestors were bad!" comments. I understand that he can't say "Valyria was great!" because the whole point of needling him like that is to see if he'll defend them. And of course he sincerely believes Valyria sucked. But wouldn't it be better for him to reframe his answer more positively? Even simply saying "we're a lot better!" instead of "they were bad!" seems like a better idea. It brings the tone of the conversation to better places, and angles towards discussing current successes instead of long-ago atrocities.
- Location
- United States
Yeah, a lot of these guys tread too closely to rudeness by constantly bringing up, "You had shitty ancestors. Good on you for not being as bad as them!" What the hell kind of opening greeting is that?
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- ?????????
They are pushing right up to that line. Not really passing it but it's close.
Also got my corona vaccine yesterday...holy fuck does everything hurt
Hope it gets better soon
It's just the shoulder for me, and starting to go away after 24 hours or so.
Goldfish
Friendly Spider-Fish Abomination
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- Formerly of the Far Realm
Holy shit, dude. I was just about to post pretty much this exact vote, worded nearly the same, except mine included an offer to provide Mirror broadcasting throughout the Imperium to share their exploits.
/puts on his Mind Blank'd tinfoil hat
[X] Azel
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- ?????????
[X] Azel
- Location
- Texas
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Azel
Ace of Scarabs
Mechanoid Pilot
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Azel