Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Well the dance is coming… that's where this is going…
Everything else is just window dressing.
That will depend on what happens soon.
And who is born.
And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy
Everything else is just window dressing.
And who is born.
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
This is what I fear, unironically, OTL had both Cannibal and Grey Ghost die and Sheepstealer find a rider. If we consider that all the dragons that are alive OTL are alive here the this becomes a whole lot bigger, Balerion is dead which puts us at total 16 dragons, but with Grey Ghost and Cannibal being tamed and eggs given to our brothers we're up to 21 dragons. Granted though that the dragons of our brothers are far too small to ride at this point and cant fight any other dragon, and Lucerys' and Jacerys' dragons are pretty small and "not combat capable" by the start so the starting number of dragons available to fight for the blacks and greens is... still 16 funnily enough, though we could get to 17 if someone is ballsy enough to go after Sheepstealer. (Maybe Aemond follows in Lucien's and Aegor's footsteps and decides that he's going to get him a wild dragon)
Also we don't know If Aemma will give birth to another Royal enough, at least the month is ending soon.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Oh gods...not the Magoose smirk...
Whats up with this evil face? What the heck is going to happen? Don't leave us on the cliffhanger.
Aaaaaaa *screams in the horizon*
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
FUCK, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
The closest we get to the update, more Magoose turns into a cartoon villain complete with laugther, evil smirk, petting a cat and the chair twirl with his teasing.
If Tabasco is reacting like that, it's time to officially panic...
Lets calm down the update probably will come in the end of the month so lets chill and wait.
It could be a good thing after all.
It could be a good thing after all.
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
By the way @Magoose I still have those Character sheets on stand by, you want those when the next update goes up? I got sweaty hands from holding them this long.
Actual Bond villain moment.
I worry about these things, and anything to do with Viserys and Aemma is very detrimental to my continued health.
Oh right I also have to do Mine, I will finish the omake and do the sheets for the girls and Arnolf.
worry about these things, and anything to do with Viserys and Aemma is very detrimental to my continued health.
The tension and teasing it's killing us... I really should had put on the write in to help Aemma Hatch a dragon to improve her health.
Are you going to reveal that this is a Walking dead crossover and we were in the prologue preparing for the zombie apocalypse!?
please say no
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Speaking of I have a new cat and she enjoys head pats.
…
No don't be stupid.
It's the kid you want that to happen for.
What fuck no.
Walking dead is cringe. And I am not in the biz of writing cringe.
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
I KNEW IT, HE'S GOT THE CAT AND EVERYTHING, "Aha mister SV voter, you thought you hade me figured out but now you see the twist I had hinted at all along, your move SV voter".
Cringe is dead, long live the cringe.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Hey now no need to point that out she hates it when I'm on sv because then I'm not paying attention to her.
This is not good.
Not good at all.
See it fits!!!
Cue Lucien kidnapping the baby from Visanya arms, taking them to the Dragon Pit using that one egg from Grey Ghost and Syrax and *Dracarys* on It.
Daemon sees everything and severely disaprooves giving Lucien his best Dad stare.
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Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
Lucien burns another child alive and they don't die, Aerion Targaryen pissed off from beyond the veil of time.
- Location
- Spain
TBH one of the most common complaints about The Walking dead is that it is "a Mexican soap opera with zombies"... And one of the most common complaints of GOT and HOTD is that it is "a Mexican soap opera with dragons and ice zombies" so the may not be so different...
We have called dibs on that egg for our sister Gael... So let´s keep that egg unhatched until we find our Sister and the Red Woman who kidnapped her, and then kill Melissandre over a misunderstanding that could have been prevented if she had decided to speak with our parents instead of kidnapping Gael while telling cryptic bullshit to her family.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Quietly does rolls in the corner.
... HA!
Vote closed
... Why dice, whyyyyy?
The Heir for the Day 3
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Heir for the Day 3:
No: I am not playing a tourney knight!
The Darkness of Daemon: Rhae has not been well. But that does not mean you fear for her… it's Daemon you fear… You fear he is close to losing himself into his rage… just like you.
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Daemon was sitting with Rhae, watching the sky in the Red Keep. From the top of the tower, there was so much that you could see from there, yet it was less. It was restrictive. In fact, it was less a sight to behold, and more prison. Yet even in the distance, you could see the tournament grounds. And all the carnage that was unfolding. "Daemon." You said his name and he looked back, dismissing you.
Rhae was far happier to see you. "Lucien, it's good to see you again." Her smile was forced and weak as if she did not wish to be anything more than… well, having other thoughts. She looked happy though. Despite the thinning of her legs. The bags on her eyes, and the very clear signs of exhaustion on her hands.
Like every word was taking everything she had to say.
Daemon didn't look much better. His long hair was tied back in a messy tail, his eyes were layered upon layers of black exhaustion bags.
All you could see were two tired people trying to find meaning and happiness.
One with rage. Like the world around him was collapsing and he was trying to keep it from falling apart.
The other with depression. And resignation. Acceptance even, of a world and a place gone mad. That an end was coming.
You could almost say they were made for each other. Yet even now, you knew that they were. Rhae was dying and couldn't do anything but waste away.
And Daemon couldn't do anything but watch. Watch and see the woman he loved fall into nothing.
You stepped into the room, but Daemon noticed. "Leave Lucien." He ordered.
You did not, instead, you walked over to the chair and sat. Looking at the man you called a Second Father. "No. Not until you look me in the eye and say those words."
You waited before Daemon turned, his face turned from anger to resignation. He then turned away from you and held his wife's hand. "Maester Melios gave us the news. She doesn't have much time. Complications from Rhae's injuries have finally taken their toll on her." You saw tears streaming down the Rouge prince's eyes. "I don't want to leave her any longer than I dare wish."
You realized that the darkness in his heart was far lighter than you gave Daemon credit for. You thought he was raging against the unfairness of the world itself.
Yet now you saw he was trying to be there for his wife. To say goodbye when the day finally comes, and the stranger takes her.
He was spending every moment with her.
But this was not living. This was imprisonment. For both of them.
"Daemon. This isn't helping her. This is torturing her." You stated.
Rhae remained quiet, but you could see that there was a flicker in her eyes. A wish that you saw to continue. "You aren't helping her by coddling her in a cage. She wishes to be far more than that. You know she hunts, she rides, she has adventures!" You raised your voice. "This isn't for her. And you damn well know it!"
Daemon rose to his full height and he stood over you. "Do not speak to-"
"Or what? You'll take my head!" You stood tall as well and allowed your height to tower over his. "Daemon, do you love her!"
"With Every fiber of my being!" Daemon grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. "Do not dare tell me-"
"Prove it, by making her last months alive not a prison, but of majesty. Of true love and trust!" You replied.
That was what you knew he wanted deep down inside. "The thing you showed me all those years ago."
Daemon was now at a loss for words, and his grip loosened. "Lucien." He seemed lost. But you knew that was enough.
You knew it was going to be enough. "Wait!" He stopped you from walking away.
You then saw Rhae wheeling herself towards the door. "Help me carry my wife. We have a tournament to get to."
And there was a smile.
That Damn Smile.
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Daemon was armored up and ready to joust. "Fuck you," you swore as you looked at his armor, all black and Red and scaled like a Dragon itself. "I wanted to joust."
"You're my squire. So do as you're told and maybe I will knight you." He replied with a smile.
In the stands, you could see Rhae was on the front row of the box, holding herself, by pure will over the edge, with Alicent and Rhaenyra helping her. In her hand was her favor.
"You better crown her Queen of Love and Beauty, or I will fuck you up harder than Alicent did when she caught you in that whorehouse." You warned.
Daemon winced at the memory of that escapade. "I seem to remember that the fucking was from ten of your men beating the shit out of me?"
You smiled. "Can't exactly have you make one of my informants get compromised, now can I?"
Daemon shrugged. "You enjoyed being Commander far too much."
"I did." You replied. "Glad that Robert took the reins well."
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Reward: You may have given Rhae a little bit more comfort and joy in her final months.
You saved Daemon from falling into a pit you could not rescue him from.
Do you Watch the Joust?
[]Yes: You are going to Watch Daemon knock some Green Boys Senseless (Will lead to the Joust Rumor mill.)
[]No: You are not going to do that, you have better things to do! (Will lead to the Aftermath of the Birth)
AN: This is going to be a very short voting Period!
You have 12 hours to get your votes in, because we need to get things rolling!
No: I am not playing a tourney knight!
The Darkness of Daemon: Rhae has not been well. But that does not mean you fear for her… it's Daemon you fear… You fear he is close to losing himself into his rage… just like you.
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Daemon was sitting with Rhae, watching the sky in the Red Keep. From the top of the tower, there was so much that you could see from there, yet it was less. It was restrictive. In fact, it was less a sight to behold, and more prison. Yet even in the distance, you could see the tournament grounds. And all the carnage that was unfolding. "Daemon." You said his name and he looked back, dismissing you.
Rhae was far happier to see you. "Lucien, it's good to see you again." Her smile was forced and weak as if she did not wish to be anything more than… well, having other thoughts. She looked happy though. Despite the thinning of her legs. The bags on her eyes, and the very clear signs of exhaustion on her hands.
Like every word was taking everything she had to say.
Daemon didn't look much better. His long hair was tied back in a messy tail, his eyes were layered upon layers of black exhaustion bags.
All you could see were two tired people trying to find meaning and happiness.
One with rage. Like the world around him was collapsing and he was trying to keep it from falling apart.
The other with depression. And resignation. Acceptance even, of a world and a place gone mad. That an end was coming.
You could almost say they were made for each other. Yet even now, you knew that they were. Rhae was dying and couldn't do anything but waste away.
And Daemon couldn't do anything but watch. Watch and see the woman he loved fall into nothing.
You stepped into the room, but Daemon noticed. "Leave Lucien." He ordered.
You did not, instead, you walked over to the chair and sat. Looking at the man you called a Second Father. "No. Not until you look me in the eye and say those words."
You waited before Daemon turned, his face turned from anger to resignation. He then turned away from you and held his wife's hand. "Maester Melios gave us the news. She doesn't have much time. Complications from Rhae's injuries have finally taken their toll on her." You saw tears streaming down the Rouge prince's eyes. "I don't want to leave her any longer than I dare wish."
You realized that the darkness in his heart was far lighter than you gave Daemon credit for. You thought he was raging against the unfairness of the world itself.
Yet now you saw he was trying to be there for his wife. To say goodbye when the day finally comes, and the stranger takes her.
He was spending every moment with her.
But this was not living. This was imprisonment. For both of them.
"Daemon. This isn't helping her. This is torturing her." You stated.
Rhae remained quiet, but you could see that there was a flicker in her eyes. A wish that you saw to continue. "You aren't helping her by coddling her in a cage. She wishes to be far more than that. You know she hunts, she rides, she has adventures!" You raised your voice. "This isn't for her. And you damn well know it!"
Daemon rose to his full height and he stood over you. "Do not speak to-"
"Or what? You'll take my head!" You stood tall as well and allowed your height to tower over his. "Daemon, do you love her!"
"With Every fiber of my being!" Daemon grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. "Do not dare tell me-"
"Prove it, by making her last months alive not a prison, but of majesty. Of true love and trust!" You replied.
That was what you knew he wanted deep down inside. "The thing you showed me all those years ago."
Daemon was now at a loss for words, and his grip loosened. "Lucien." He seemed lost. But you knew that was enough.
You knew it was going to be enough. "Wait!" He stopped you from walking away.
You then saw Rhae wheeling herself towards the door. "Help me carry my wife. We have a tournament to get to."
And there was a smile.
That Damn Smile.
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Daemon was armored up and ready to joust. "Fuck you," you swore as you looked at his armor, all black and Red and scaled like a Dragon itself. "I wanted to joust."
"You're my squire. So do as you're told and maybe I will knight you." He replied with a smile.
In the stands, you could see Rhae was on the front row of the box, holding herself, by pure will over the edge, with Alicent and Rhaenyra helping her. In her hand was her favor.
"You better crown her Queen of Love and Beauty, or I will fuck you up harder than Alicent did when she caught you in that whorehouse." You warned.
Daemon winced at the memory of that escapade. "I seem to remember that the fucking was from ten of your men beating the shit out of me?"
You smiled. "Can't exactly have you make one of my informants get compromised, now can I?"
Daemon shrugged. "You enjoyed being Commander far too much."
"I did." You replied. "Glad that Robert took the reins well."
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Reward: You may have given Rhae a little bit more comfort and joy in her final months.
You saved Daemon from falling into a pit you could not rescue him from.
Do you Watch the Joust?
[]Yes: You are going to Watch Daemon knock some Green Boys Senseless (Will lead to the Joust Rumor mill.)
[]No: You are not going to do that, you have better things to do! (Will lead to the Aftermath of the Birth)
AN: This is going to be a very short voting Period!
You have 12 hours to get your votes in, because we need to get things rolling!
Tabascoheath
Unkempt, Evil-eyed Charlatan, and Pseudo-Mystic
- Location
- Your Nearest Orbital Habitat
Ah fuck, the joust or the birth... Daemon loves us, and I don't think he'll blame us for leaving so going to the birth is a viable option. On the other hand staying and watching the joust may well see us knighted after all these years, if Daemon does well that is. What I worry about is Daemons characteristic tomfoolery and his soon to be beef with Ser Krispy Kreme, if the magoose dice feel so inclined that is, and any complications with the Aemma's child.
...I just remembered our wives, shit.
Fuck it, stay at the joust, I need a landscape to see what political fuckery we can use and attempt to avoid. The last thing we need is some idiot from buttfucktown, Riverlands, to hoodwink us because we missed a rumor mill. Sorry Aemma, may the dice roll your way.
[X]Yes: You are going to Watch Daemon knock some Green Boys Senseless (Will lead to the Joust Rumor mill.)
KICK THEIR ASS' DAEMON, GET'EM GOOD!!!
...I just remembered our wives, shit.
Fuck it, stay at the joust, I need a landscape to see what political fuckery we can use and attempt to avoid. The last thing we need is some idiot from buttfucktown, Riverlands, to hoodwink us because we missed a rumor mill. Sorry Aemma, may the dice roll your way.
[X]Yes: You are going to Watch Daemon knock some Green Boys Senseless (Will lead to the Joust Rumor mill.)
KICK THEIR ASS' DAEMON, GET'EM GOOD!!!
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