The Rumor Mill 5
Magoose
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The Rumor Mill 5:
The Crownlands:D100 => 52
To say that the brutality of King's Landing caused a commotion that ended many of the violent speeches from the Storm Singers and the Septons.
Even outside the City itself, rumors spread like wildfire about the utter brutality of the Lord Commander at the rioters, and the men and women seem to have started it.
All they knew was that there were consequences to their actions, brutal ones that merely exemplified one of the last things that Aegon the Conqueror said.
One land, one people. They may have finally realized that this commander did not care about the faith or its supposed power.
The greatest power was on Dragon Back, with the Name Targaryen.
Reward: in the crownlands, there is newfound respect from the smallfolk and Lord to the Prince commander of the city Watch.
As well as stopping much of the religious violence.
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The Riverlands:D100 => 70
Lord Grover Tully had but one thing on his mind. To use the Rivers that ran through the lands, to not only increase gold. But to cement his role as Paramount of the Riverlands.
There was never something that was brilliant. But there was but one thing that he knew.
River barges and navigating the rivers.
He sent out navigators and sturdy rivermen. To find the perfect way to navigate the rivers.
For gold and Gods.
Reward: It seems Lord Grover was expanding his influence by controlling the rivers.
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The Westerlands:D100 => 9
Lord Tylond Lannister was smiling as he saw what he saw. "It is what I think it is?"
The Essosi man then gave a smile. "Yes. Brightroar itself." He said with a smile.
"What is your price?" He asked.
"Simple. Lucien Targaryen." The man said with a smile, as his skin revealed his gravest infliction. Grey Scales. "Or failing that, his father."
"And why, would we offer that, in exchange for a priceless artifact?" Lord Lannister asked.
"They are worth the price." The man said.
"What do they call you?" Lord Lannister asked.
"Most Call me Crab Feeder. But you can call me, Lord Admiral."
Reward: The Lannisters have Brightroar? Maybe.
But they now are acting against your father... for the moment.
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The North:D100 => 71
Lord Stark has announced that he wishes to expand the King's road.
And he is willing to pay for it.
Reward: The King's road gets expanded. in the North.
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The Iron Islands: D100 => 74
The iron Born have raided Starfall and the Southern Dornish desert, taking much in the way of plunder and thralls.
The Reach:D100 => 90
The Stormlands: D100 => 72
The Vale:D100 + 20 => 120
Lord Baratheon had expected much when he heard that Lady Royce was marching south with an Army of Vale knights.
He had expected her cousin to lead. That was customary, and considering her… position, that was more than understandable. War was for men, and for those that were not… crippled.
Yet she came, riding on a horse, barely, with her two daughters flying high on their dragons. And an army of nearly 5000 valemen.
The Lord's Tyrell and Hightower agreed to send their bannermen to the Boneway as well, making an army of nearly 30,000 strong when the Stormlord's from the Marches came from their hiding holes.
"Men of the South, look at me and see what you know. Our prince is in chains of a dornish horde, and I will not stand by and be the wailing widow, or the damsel. No, Look at me, with cripple and all, and I will say this! We will go south of the Boneway. We will find out Prince, and we will burn them all!"
She looked at her daughters. "You don't need to come." She whispered.
"Father would want us to." Rhaena stated.
And they did
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Dorne:D100 => 29
The Dornish attempted to fight the army, and use their advantage in terrain and supply.
But they did not understand the tenacity of their attackers, these invaders. They did not care if they died, and they did not care if they fell.
They would save their prince. And they did.
Daemon was found in a tower, some castle in the middle of nowhere that was even hidden from all.
They found the Prince, alive, Mute…
Battered, gaunt and near death.
But alive.
He would return home. And he would.
It mattered little that he did not have Dark Sister. Swords could be reforged, or found again.
What mattered was simple.
He was alive.
Reward: Daemon has been rescued, though he is deeply traumatized by his experience in Dornish captivity.
He refuses to be touched, and spends much of his waking hours screaming and crying, saying he betrayed his family when he spoke.
But most of the time, he was silent, staring at his daughters, like he had betrayed them greater than anything else.
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The Three Daughters:D100 => 67
"You let him go?" The Magistrate asked the prince as they sat again. "He was our bargaining chip for control over the Stepstones, and-"
"You make it sound like you spend thousands of lives trying to hold him." The Prince responded cooly. "Need I remind you that we did not have the support we needed."
"You did not bring him to Sunspear as he was supposed to, your daughter deciding it was better to steal his sword and torture him." The Magistrate stated.
"Thirty thousand Iron Throne knights are nothing to scoff at, especially when they decided they would die than surrender. We killed almost a third of their number, but they did not give up." The Prince replied. "But we succeeded in our objective. Viserys may not have authorized this adventure, but he will do everything in his power to avoid escalation."
"Even with his brother broken?" The Magistrate asked.
"His brother, if he survives the poison, will never be able to move again. Never think clearly. Plus, with the sword, we can easily see how much our new prince may gain?"
He turned towards his daughter, pregnant and positively glowing. "You are sure it will be a boy?"
"We made sure of it." The princess said.
Reward: It seems the game is afoot.
There is friction in the alliance, yet it stands firm.
AN: enjoy.
The Crownlands:D100 => 52
To say that the brutality of King's Landing caused a commotion that ended many of the violent speeches from the Storm Singers and the Septons.
Even outside the City itself, rumors spread like wildfire about the utter brutality of the Lord Commander at the rioters, and the men and women seem to have started it.
All they knew was that there were consequences to their actions, brutal ones that merely exemplified one of the last things that Aegon the Conqueror said.
One land, one people. They may have finally realized that this commander did not care about the faith or its supposed power.
The greatest power was on Dragon Back, with the Name Targaryen.
Reward: in the crownlands, there is newfound respect from the smallfolk and Lord to the Prince commander of the city Watch.
As well as stopping much of the religious violence.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
The Riverlands:D100 => 70
Lord Grover Tully had but one thing on his mind. To use the Rivers that ran through the lands, to not only increase gold. But to cement his role as Paramount of the Riverlands.
There was never something that was brilliant. But there was but one thing that he knew.
River barges and navigating the rivers.
He sent out navigators and sturdy rivermen. To find the perfect way to navigate the rivers.
For gold and Gods.
Reward: It seems Lord Grover was expanding his influence by controlling the rivers.
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The Westerlands:D100 => 9
Lord Tylond Lannister was smiling as he saw what he saw. "It is what I think it is?"
The Essosi man then gave a smile. "Yes. Brightroar itself." He said with a smile.
"What is your price?" He asked.
"Simple. Lucien Targaryen." The man said with a smile, as his skin revealed his gravest infliction. Grey Scales. "Or failing that, his father."
"And why, would we offer that, in exchange for a priceless artifact?" Lord Lannister asked.
"They are worth the price." The man said.
"What do they call you?" Lord Lannister asked.
"Most Call me Crab Feeder. But you can call me, Lord Admiral."
Reward: The Lannisters have Brightroar? Maybe.
But they now are acting against your father... for the moment.
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The North:D100 => 71
Lord Stark has announced that he wishes to expand the King's road.
And he is willing to pay for it.
Reward: The King's road gets expanded. in the North.
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The Iron Islands: D100 => 74
The iron Born have raided Starfall and the Southern Dornish desert, taking much in the way of plunder and thralls.
The Reach:D100 => 90
The Stormlands: D100 => 72
The Vale:D100 + 20 => 120
Lord Baratheon had expected much when he heard that Lady Royce was marching south with an Army of Vale knights.
He had expected her cousin to lead. That was customary, and considering her… position, that was more than understandable. War was for men, and for those that were not… crippled.
Yet she came, riding on a horse, barely, with her two daughters flying high on their dragons. And an army of nearly 5000 valemen.
The Lord's Tyrell and Hightower agreed to send their bannermen to the Boneway as well, making an army of nearly 30,000 strong when the Stormlord's from the Marches came from their hiding holes.
"Men of the South, look at me and see what you know. Our prince is in chains of a dornish horde, and I will not stand by and be the wailing widow, or the damsel. No, Look at me, with cripple and all, and I will say this! We will go south of the Boneway. We will find out Prince, and we will burn them all!"
She looked at her daughters. "You don't need to come." She whispered.
"Father would want us to." Rhaena stated.
And they did
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Dorne:D100 => 29
The Dornish attempted to fight the army, and use their advantage in terrain and supply.
But they did not understand the tenacity of their attackers, these invaders. They did not care if they died, and they did not care if they fell.
They would save their prince. And they did.
Daemon was found in a tower, some castle in the middle of nowhere that was even hidden from all.
They found the Prince, alive, Mute…
Battered, gaunt and near death.
But alive.
He would return home. And he would.
It mattered little that he did not have Dark Sister. Swords could be reforged, or found again.
What mattered was simple.
He was alive.
Reward: Daemon has been rescued, though he is deeply traumatized by his experience in Dornish captivity.
He refuses to be touched, and spends much of his waking hours screaming and crying, saying he betrayed his family when he spoke.
But most of the time, he was silent, staring at his daughters, like he had betrayed them greater than anything else.
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The Three Daughters:D100 => 67
"You let him go?" The Magistrate asked the prince as they sat again. "He was our bargaining chip for control over the Stepstones, and-"
"You make it sound like you spend thousands of lives trying to hold him." The Prince responded cooly. "Need I remind you that we did not have the support we needed."
"You did not bring him to Sunspear as he was supposed to, your daughter deciding it was better to steal his sword and torture him." The Magistrate stated.
"Thirty thousand Iron Throne knights are nothing to scoff at, especially when they decided they would die than surrender. We killed almost a third of their number, but they did not give up." The Prince replied. "But we succeeded in our objective. Viserys may not have authorized this adventure, but he will do everything in his power to avoid escalation."
"Even with his brother broken?" The Magistrate asked.
"His brother, if he survives the poison, will never be able to move again. Never think clearly. Plus, with the sword, we can easily see how much our new prince may gain?"
He turned towards his daughter, pregnant and positively glowing. "You are sure it will be a boy?"
"We made sure of it." The princess said.
Reward: It seems the game is afoot.
There is friction in the alliance, yet it stands firm.
AN: enjoy.
