@DragonParadox, we kinda forgot about a follow-up to Valaena's little journey :confused:
Can it be assumed, that no political implications came out of it and we'll just move on, instead of doing retroactive shenanigans?
 
@DragonParadox, we kinda forgot about a follow-up to Valaena's little journey :confused:
Can it be assumed, that no political implications came out of it and we'll just move on, instead of doing retroactive shenanigans?
A neat interlude for this would be when the forward Yi-Ti operations groups (Tyene, Garin, Waymar, and their Erinyes assistants) stop in to check on the fleet before continuing to Yi-Ti, @DragonParadox.
 
Hmm... true. That would depend on whether Thoros thinks to keep the ashes or just throws them out the nearest window, bu since there is an Erinyes there, yeah I can see him keeping them.
We should make keeping corpses a standard order for our forces, especially magical corpses such as undeads, even if we couldn't use the ashes for questioning, the Fungus Forge would still want them.

Or at least it would normally, as this vampire was killed by Thoros, I suspect Rh'llor already drained any power in them.
 
Winning vote
Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Jul 1, 2019 at 9:07 AM, finished with 115 posts and 16 votes.

  • [X] Meet with Stannis Baratheon. With the bargain you've struck with Storm God, he may yet play a part larger than being but a mere Lord...
    [X] Make your way to the Opaline Vault, examine the Adamantine Golem for any unwelcome surprises from the Efreeti with the help of the Shaitan, and then proceed to Awaken it and do your best to tempt it into your service (full social buffs active of course).
    -[X] Ideally it could either be an active participant in our armies, or it could serve as a guardian for important locations.
 
Part MMCMXXVI: Storm's Gates
Storm's Gates

Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

Though you consider returning to the Opaline Vault to seek out the other dragon of which you had heard, or perhaps impart the bound golem with reason if the Shaitan have found nothing perilous about its making, you find Lya deep in the midst of delicate research into the nature of fey wards after having just accidentally destroyed an entire set of fragile arcane measuring tools when the wards had proven to burn in a brighter spectrum than anticipated. While still optimistic about finishing the project on time and within budget, she does not wish to spend days away from her project at this juncture. "Climbing out of a hole gets more daunting the more time you spend at the bottom," she says, sending you off with a kiss just lingering long enough to be glad there's no one else in the laboratory.

Thus instead of arcane matters or bargains upon the Realm of Endless Earth, you set yourself the task of dealing with diplomacy of a more mortal kind, though requiring no less delicate a touch. So in the morning as you break fast you ask both Dany and your mother to accompany you, both as a show of trust and to add their own voices to the arguments you will make. You are certainly going to need every advantage you can conjure.

"You want to convince Stannis Baratheon to take up worshiping storms?" Your mother does not sound as shocked as she might once been, though she is clearly doubtful of the prospect. "He is certainly not known as a pious man, but that is from being hardheaded and practical. I just cannot imagine him taking up any ancient rite with any real devotion even if it were presented under the best of circumstances..."

"Which these are not because the Usurper still lives," Dany finishes. "Yet would it be any better to present the matter with his elder brother's blood upon our hands?" She shakes her head. "Cousin Stannis may be stubborn as a rock, but he is at least able to see the world as it is and not as he would prefer it. This is a world in which gods have true power, in which if tales are true his wife already converted herself to the Lord of Light. Would he truly prefer their priesthood stretching out over a whole continent and with power to match over a tame altar of the Storm God seen to by servants dependent upon his goodwill to prosper?"

"He might choose to stay the course and follow the Seven," you point out. "The Chosen of the Seven are no less true than the priests of R'hllor the Red..." You let the word 'unfortunately' hang in the air unspoken. Much as you would prefer peace with the Seven, you cannot deny that the problems of Westeros would be so much simpler without them.

"And turn his lands into a battleground between east and west?" your sister carries on her argument undaunted. "Better a Stormlander god, a local god to bind the lords together through troubled times, or so at least we might win him over."

"Careful," your mother warns. "That is a good thought, but it could be seen to imply that the lords under him would not do their duty but squabble among themselves. True or not he might well take that as an insult to his lords. We all judge others by our own measure." She sighs, looking out the window, but you suspect not seeing the sunny day but rather something entirely different. "Better I think to remind him tactfully of all he already owes—his seat by the discovery of the imposter Renly, his daughter's health, and the safety of his lands by purging them of Devils. These are not small things..."

"I do not think Stannis is a man who needs reminding of debts any more than he does of grudges," you interject. "The question is how to press upon the scales so that it is those debts that weigh more than his duty to his brother..." Were this another man you would try bribery, but sooner would a Fury give up her blade and bow for a life of charity and peaceful contemplation than Stannis Baratheon surrender his duty for mere personal advantage. The task before you is clear but far from easy, you have to convince the man that you would make the better king, one worthy of his fealty.

***​

It is with that thought in mind that you look up at the grey drum tower of Storm's End looming above Shipbreaker Bay like a fist smashed into the face of the sky. So it was long ago when the world was young, so it still is. Ancient blood-inked runes still shine bright in a mage's sight warding those within against the wrath of gods and mages, even as the mighty curtain wall, forty-feet thick on it's thinnest side and one-hundred-feet high guard it from any merely mortal engines. You would not wish to cross that threshold uninvited.


Thankfully you do not have to, and neither do you have to enter in dissembling guise, risking Stannis Baratheon's ire in that way. You simply walk up to a postern gate under a veil at the appointed time and wait for it to be unlocked, not by any guard, but by the Lady of the House. Selyse Baratheon looks... not precisely pleased to see you, there is too much wariness for that, but there is certainly hope in her gaze. Her daughter on the other hand shows no such reservation, flinging herself at Dany in a hug. How a girl of barely five managed to convince her mother to let her accompany her in what is from a certain perceptive treason to the realm you cannot say for certain, but you suspect the shadow of her dragon dreams already presses upon the waking world with the weight of fate unborn.

How do you address Lord Stannis Baratheon, and of what do you speak?

[] Write in

OOC: Since I know you guys are a bit more hesitant of big social votes than you used to be, I thought I would give some IC advice and just show Viserys and his family interact when discussing matters of state since that has always been a grey area between 'family moments' and 'Viserys decides stuff'.
 
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Storm's Gates

Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC

Though you consider returning to the Opaline Vault to seek out the other dragon of which you had heard, or perhaps invest the bound golem with reason if the Shaitan have found nothing perilous about its making, you find Lya deep in the midst of delicate research into the nature of fey wards having just accidentally destroyed an entire set of fragile arcane measuring tools when the wards had proven to burn in a brighter spectrum than anticipated. While still optimistic about finishing the project on time and within budget, she does not wish to spend days away from her project at this juncture. "Climbing out of a hole gets more daunting the more time you spend at the bottom," she says, sending you off with a kiss just lingering enough to be glad there's no one else in the laboratory.

Thus instead of arcane matters, or bargains upon the Sphere of Earth, you set yourself the task of dealing with diplomacy of a more mortal kind, though requiring no less delicate a touch. So in the morning as you break fast, you ask both Dany and your mother to accompany you, both as a show of trust and to add their own voices to the arguments you will make. You are certainly going to need every advantage you can conjure.

"You want to convince Stannis Baratheon to take up worshiping storms?" Your mother does not sound shocked as she once might have, though she is clearly doubtful of the prospect. "He is certainly not known as a pious man, but that is from being hardheaded and practical. I just cannot imagine him taking up any ancient rite with any real devotion even if it were presented under the best of circumstances..."

"Which these are not, because the Usurper still lives," Dany finishes. "Yet would it be any better to present the matter with his elder brother's blood upon our hands?" She shakes her head. "Cousin Stannis may be stubborn as a rock, but he is at least able to see the world as it is, not as he would prefer it. This is a world in which gods have true power, in which, if tales are true, his wife already converted to the Lord of Light. Would he truly prefer their priesthood stretching out over a whole continent, and with power to match, rather than a tame altar of the Storm God seen to by servants dependent upon his good will to prosper?"

"He might choose to stay the course and follow the Seven," you point out. "The Chosen of the Seven are no less true than the priests of R'hllor the Red..." You let the word 'unfortunately' hang in the air unspoken. Much as you would prefer peace with the Seven, you cannot deny the problems of Westeros would be so much simpler without them.

"And turn his lands into a battleground between east and west?" your sister carries on her argument undaunted. "Better a Stormlander god, a local god to bind the lords together through troubled times, or so at least we might win him over."

"Careful," your mother warns. "That is a good thought, but it could be seen to imply that the lords under him would not do their duty but squabble among themselves. True or not, he might well take that as an insult to his lords. We all judge others by our own measure." She sighs, looking out the window, but you suspect not seeing the sunny day but rather something entirely different. "Better I think to remind him tactfully of all he already owes—his seat by the discovery of the imposter Renly, his daughter's health, and the safety of his lands by purging them of Devils. These are not small things..."

"I do not think Stannis is a man who needs reminding of debts any more than he does of grudges," you interject. "The question is how to press upon the scales so that it is those debts that weigh more than his duty to his brother..." Were this another man you would try bribery, but sooner would a Fury give up blade and bow for a life of charity and peaceful contemplation than Stannis Baratheon surrender his duty for mere personal advantage. The task before you is clear but far from easy. You have to convince Stannis that you would make the better king, one worthy of his fealty.

***​

It is with that thought in mind that you look up at the grey drum tower of Storm's End looming above Shipbreaker Bay like a fist smashed into the face of the sky. So it was long ago when the world was young, so it still is. Ancient blood-inked runes still shine bright in a mage's sight warding those within against the wrath of gods and mages, even as the mighty curtain wall, forty-feet wide and one-hundred-feet high guard it from any merely mortal engines. You would not wish to cross that threshold uninvited.


Thankfully you do not have to, and neither do you have to enter in dissembling guise, risking Stannis Baratheon's ire in that way. You simply walk up to a postern gate under a veil at the appointed time and wait for it to be unlocked, not by any guard, but by the Lady of the House. Selyse Baratheon looks... not precisely pleased to see you, there is too much wariness for that, but there is certainly hope in her gaze. Her daughter on the other hand shows no such reservation, flinging herself at Dany in a hug. How a girl of barely five managed to convince her mother to let her accompany her in what is, from a certain perceptive, treason to the realm, you cannot say for certain, but you suspect the shadow of her dragon dreams already presses upon the waking world with the weight of fate unborn.

How do you address Lord Stannis Baratheon, and of what do you speak?

[] Write in

OOC: Since I know you guys are a bit more hesitant of big social votes than you used to be, I thought I would give some IC advice and just show Viserys and his family interact when discussing matters of state since that has always been a grey area between 'family moments' and 'Viserys decides stuff'.
Made a few minor edits, DP.
 
Okay, points.

1. The Storm God is uniquely suited to Stannis as the rightful lord of Storm's End. Unlike other gods, the Storm God will value his descendants over all others, especially the reigning lord of Storm's End.
2. The Storm God is a sworn enemy of the Deep Ones, and will be of use in the coming war (which is probably starting up relatively soon if our fears are accurate).
3. Stannis, unlike most lords, appreciates the transactional nature of Viserys' relationship with the gods of the Imperium. That's pretty much what we're suggesting for him here.
4. This should be touched on delicately, but Stannis outright owes us. Like Rhaella pointed out, we treated Stannis with due respect while he was our prisoner, we helped unravel the Fey!Renly plot for him and aided him in taking over as Lord of Storm's End, we helped clear Devils out of the Stormlands, and we healed his daughter of her Greyscale scars.


I'm not sure where to start, though.
 
So how should be approach Stannis, and what should our argument be?

We're going to have to talk about Renly, but that's just side business and not the point of this meeting.

I'm thinking we just outright tell him what we've learned of Stormy, how he's desperately weak, from the perspective of a god at least, and in need of worship. Such worship need not be onerous or particularly devout, but it must be genuine. Even if that means simply acknowledging Stormy's existence and offering a quite prayer or making a minor sacrifice, that would be enough to appease the fading god. With worship, Stormy will grow in strength until he can once more offer his protection of the Stormlands and the people who live there, from such mundane threats as overlarge storms to more supernatural ones, such as the Deep Ones. Of course, the more who worship Stormy, the quicker he will regain a useful degree of power.

We can use Yss as an example of how in just a few short years we were able to bring a god back from far more dire straits than Stormy is currently in, returning him to considerable power.
 
You guys might want to start with the side business, diving directly into 'I want you to convert and here's why you should do it' could easily come off as overbearing. Covering lesser matters first is the closest you can come to smaltalk with Stannis.
 
You guys might want to start with the side business, diving directly into 'I want you to convert and here's why you should do it' could easily come off as overbearing. Covering lesser matters first is the closest you can come to smaltalk with Stannis.
What would those lesser matters be? We haven't exactly been in contact with the guy.
 
In addition to what @Duesal said, I think a relevant factor to say, Selyse (who obviously has an opinion too) is the fact that while R'hollor wants all mortals to be his slaves, 1) He wouldn't really care as much for the worship of such a weakened god as the Storm God, and 2) The Storm God is not intrinsically opposed to R'hollor, and in fact I imagine they'd both agree on stamping out Drowned God worship, though that won't be a concern for either for a little while, I imagine.
 
In addition to what @Duesal said, I think a relevant factor to say, Selyse (who obviously has an opinion too) is the fact that while R'hollor wants all mortals to be his slaves, 1) He wouldn't really care as much for the worship of such a weakened god as the Storm God, and 2) The Storm God is not intrinsically opposed to R'hollor, and in fact I imagine they'd both agree on stamping out Drowned God worship, though that won't be a concern for either for a little while, I imagine.
Point of order, part of the Storm God's request is that only his altar remains in Storm's End, so Stannis would need to agree not to raise an altar to R'hllor for his wife.
 
Well you could bring him up to speed about his daiughter's dreams, the various magical dangers, the economic implications of extraplanar trade and why gold is a bad medium of exchange, stuff a lord in his position would like to know, but is no great secret to Viserys.
Duly noted, thanks for the advice.
Hopefully the ASOIAF wiki. The show butchered his character.
Amen. Same with Dorne and the Sand Snakes, and Euron, and... if I start I'll never stop, so I'll hold myself back.
 
Nope. Please enlighten me. I'm... What the fuck did I just read?

You just read a summary of bad fanfiction. In the books one of Stannis' driving motivations is keeping his daughter safe. He asks Davos to ensure just that before heading off to fight Boltons. The show runners, chasing shook value instead of consistent characterization had him burn her alive.

I assume the 'reasoning', if such it can be called, would be 'well he agreed to kill Renly so of course he would kill his daughter', somehow ignoring that Renly was both in open revolt and trampling centuries of precedent, opening the door to constant civil war with his bullshit about 'the most able brother and not the eldest ruling'.
 
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