Yeah why haven't we tried spreading true rumors about the heroic deeds we have done.
Though I am sure many of them have become rumors but in westeros I almost guarantee that our legend is more of a dark and evil sorcerer
 
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That's not really the problem we're discussing, it's how to get him out of his oaths to the Night's Watch.

The vows are "Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death." So we've got a pretty clear path to release him from his oaths. But then there's this convoluted dance to avoid being a kinslayer either personally or through proxy when we can just get Bloodraven to do it himself. It's as simple as that. It isn't kinslaying in the slightest.

I'd be really disappointed if DP allowed that to work, it would cheapen the story overall by a significant degree as it's a key theme throughout.

An Oath has intent.
 
Ooh, this means we can finally begin setting up our intelligence network, the cotf have loads of experience intelligence gathering. Meaning we can start getting some reliable intel from Westeros. :)
 
Glammered is a relatively cheap enchantment, I believe. I want both that and ring of arming for her, everyone, really.

Quality of life and tactical improvemets all over. :)

Hrm, it's 203 IM per Glammered armor, so that's still 609 IM. A ring of arming is 375 IM, currently, so 1125 IM for all of them. The price range is pretty large there, between 609 IM settling for just glmmered armor, to no glammered armor but rings of arming at 1125 IM, to both options at 1734 IM. I'm not sure that last jump is worth it. I think choosing between Glammered armor or rings of arming is the better value.

Yeah why haven't we tried spreading true rumors about the heroic deeds we have done.
Though I am sure many of them have become rumors but in westeros I almost guarantee that our legend is more of a dark and evil sorcerer

We're not exactly overflowing with free time. It's at the point where Viserys has had rings of sustenance made because he wants more time in the day to gets things done.
 
Part MDCXLV: Children of the Secret City
Children of the Secret City

Nineteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC

You quickly discover that when your mother said everything she meant everything. Rather than asking of magic first and foremost, she wishes to know of your time in Braavos since the galley made port. With only the smallest twinge of guilt you gloss over the petty indignities of your first five years in the city. In truth you can barely recall those days as more than a blur of discomfort and dissatisfaction. For all that you give due credit to Ser Darry for leal service so long as his health held, and so you come to that fateful evening more than three years past when the curtain separating the world of the mundane and that you had come to dwell in since was lifted.

From the way she pales and grips your fingers tight, she is not entirely convinced by your attempts to downplay the danger you had been in there. Then again you did not wish to hide it fully knowing what is to come. "... and so, having little coin and no true friends remaining in the city, my magic hardly more than parlor tricks, we slipped from sight to live among commoners for a month," you explain, offering likely the most glowing compliment anyone ever paid the One-Eyed-Rat. "Luckily the deficiencies of a sheltered upbringing can be made up by even the simplest magics with a bit of luck."

"We could have probably made a decent living just fixing broken things," Dany interjects, pulling and ivory-inset comb from her pack, snapping it in two, then mending it with magic.

"That's certainly very convenient," your mother says with a smile that is just a little forced. Though the love in her gaze has not lessened she looks at Dany with ever greater confusion, of a kind you have seen many times before.

"Fortunately losing ourselves in the crowds of Braavos was not what fate had in store," you say, drawing her attention back to you. Then you tell the tale of your chance encounter with Ser Richard and his pledge to you.

"Thank you, Ser Knight," your mother says to the knight in a way that is somehow at once royal and heartfelt.

"No thanks are needed, your grace," he relies simply. "For loyal service good lordship I have received and rewards worth ten times my service..." He draws Oathkeeper a few inches from its sheath to show the sorcerous fire that bathes the blade.

"My friend," you interrupt. "Not If I were to raid the halls of lost Valyria itself could I find treasures to offer you worth your service."

"Then I shall count myself content if you do not do that," he counters, voice thick with emotion.

"Did you find that sword in the east?" your mother asks, looking worried.

"No, that was made by a smith in Braavos, though other treasures we have claimed thus." You hand her the ivory rod marked with serpents that she may weigh it in her hands and know it to be real and solid though it is a thing of sorcery. "Others were gifts." You draw a bit of the shadow-stuff of your cloak between your fingers. "And still others newly crafted." You motion to the simple silver disk around your neck. You take the time to explain what each of them does. You realize these powers are not quite real to her yet, but they will be.

"You kept saying we," she says once you are done. "Who does that mean?"

Taking this for your cue to pick up the story you tell of how you found another mage newly come to power and together you explored the limits of your powers and how after a month's time you gathered enough coin for a modest but respectable house in the city. From the sharp searching look she gives you you suspect your mother did not miss haw vague you were about this fellow mage. Fortunately you have the advantage of a truly fantastical tale to distract her with, of how you gained friends among the other burgeoning sorcerers of the city, be they highborn or low, and resolved to protect the less gifted from those that would prey upon them. By the time you must speak of the sad fate of the House of Drekelis there is no hiding that you placed yourself in peril of your life and soul not just for a friend new-found but for all of Braavos.

"That's when I decided I needed to have magic," Dany interjects. "Wants are light and fickle things, but a need is weightier by far. As it was for him so it was for me. That's why I'm here too. To protect Viserys, our friends, and those innocent who might stumble over something beyond their strength from the things in the dark." By the end she speaks almost defiantly.

"You are a very brave g..." she hesitates a long moment, looks at you, then at Ser Richard. "You are very brave." Her words sound faint.

"Thank you," Dany says with a small, relived smile. A small step only, but a welcome one. It will be many more days before your mother understands in full, before she is ready to.

The tale becomes easier in the telling then, as you speak of rising back into the rarefied heights of the Braavosi elite, if by unusual means, of Dany's friendship with the Fairwind children, though not their precise nature, and at last of how the Sealord himself was willing to face a trade war to keep you in the city. "...our exile from the city is in Ferrengo Antaryon's own words so threadbare one can see daylight through it. The businesses in which I hold stock are unmolested and making a tidy profit, though not near so much as controlling trade through the Stepstones will of course," you finish.

"I will have to sleep on... much of what you told me," your mother says. "It seems the world has changed so much one might expect the sun to rise in the west, but if you will, take advice in a more mundane matter..."

"I will always listen," you assure her, utterly sincere, though you might not always heed her worlds.

"It will do your good name no good to be known to have such intimate involvement in trade." She does not speak the last word so much with disgust, as vague incomprehension, as one might speak of the finer details of gutting and salting fish.

What do you answer?

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OOC: If Rhaella felt like she caved a little quickly there, its because in that shape Dany has less the air of a little girl and more a holly warrior, not to mention inhumanly high charisma.
 
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"My friend," you interrupt. "Not If I were to raid the halls of lost Valyria itself could I find treasures to offer you worth your service."

Haha yes! Little does he know that he's getting a true House to call his own once we're through.

"It will do your good name no good to be known to have such intimate involvement in trade."

And yeah, this was going to happen. There an easy answer to it, though. Lemme sketch it together.
 
Hrm, it's 203 IM per Glammered armor, so that's still 609 IM. A ring of arming is 375 IM, currently, so 1125 IM for all of them. The price range is pretty large there, between 609 IM settling for just glmmered armor, to no glammered armor but rings of arming at 1125 IM, to both options at 1734 IM. I'm not sure that last jump is worth it. I think choosing between Glammered armor or rings of arming is the better value.

It's like I've been trying to argue for months now; rather than spending a huge amount of resources on a few powerful items, we can instead spread it among many pieces of equipment, then gradually upgrade them as time and treasure allows.

We can have Glamered fullplate for them, along with Rings of Arming to stash it, but there's little sense in having both right now. We should pick one and add the other later, if desired.

Unfortunately, Dany and Vee are already wearing three magic rings, and Tyene has two. If Rings of Arming are used, they would cost double to make them functionally slotless.

We would need to use different slots for the effect. None of them have enchanted bracers. That seems like an acceptable slot for a similar effect.
 
Ha. I forgot the Westerosi's disdain for actually having money. It's actually good that she has something concrete to focus on and offer advice.

Maybe something along the lines that it was it was upon our reputation as a trader that we won such friendship and support from Braavos, beyond which even our magic could win, but we will make sure to keep it discrete (in Westeros).
 
How do we go about telling Rhaella that we care more about those profits than about the opinions of the oh-so-noble houses of Westeros?

It's one thing to want good PR for being a monster slayer and the ones working our asses off to beat down various apocalypses, but the trade thing? They want to sneer and whisper about that they can do it all they want. In the mean time we'll use that money for magic items and empire building, and we'll show up with a fabulously armed and armored legion ready to crush their petty knights.
 
"It will do your good name no good to be known to have such intimate involvement in trade." She does not speak the last word so much with disgust, so much as vague incomprehension, as one might speak of the finer details of gutting and salting fish.

:lol:rofl::lol:rofl::lol:rofl::lol:rofl::lol:rofl:

Oh my god...that's hilarious. We're going to ruin our good name with trade of all things!
 
I am pretty damn sure that it's someone's turn to "Pick up the phone, 'cause they fucking called it!"(TM) a few thousand pages ago as a problem that our mother will see in our decision-making.
 
Well, we can tell her that after we got magic, we freaked out and hid for a month. Ran a few Investigations, and quickly came to the conclusion that magic was popping up more an more. - one of our dear friends, Velen, is a literal phoenix (assuming that they are a known being to pre-mending Westorsi culture.

Edit: how long did it take to overthrow Mantarys? A half or 3/4 day of sneaking from the point where we reached the gates, then... 30 minutes of assault and combat, then a week of providing stability?

It sounds really impressive until you realise that anyone would prefer pretty much anything ruling other than demons. :p

It's still exactly as impressive because we didn't use any disgruntled non-demons to win Mantarys.
 
One of our essential amulets costs what?
2500 IM?


You'd need to own a bank/large kingdom to keep up with the amount of money Lya is burning!
 
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