[X] Plan: Lets fill our Castle, Port and Coffers and teach respect of dragons
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And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
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Omake: Temples and Castles
Omake: Temples and Castles
Lorena silently rejoiced when the ship approached the small port.
After the news of Lady Visanya being kidnapped by slavers, she was afraid of taking the same route. If someone wasn't afraid of attacking the mother of the Dragon Prince and the wife of the Pirate King, what about a small ship full of dragonseeds and a daughter of House Celtigar?
Yet they finished the journey without a single incident.
Praised by the Lord of the Waves, gently in his mercies and ever furious in his punishment.
"Beautiful isn't it my child?" said Elder Monterys, taking in the sights of the island while his wrinkled hands clutched the dragon pendant on his neck.
Another of the reasons Lorena was so eager to arrive was because of the elderly Stormsinger. When they were discussing who would come to the Stepstones in the initial batch, the man made a question of going even in his old age and fragile health.
Few in the congregation could have denied the elder when they remembered his tearful eyes at the proclamation of Exceptionalism Doctrine by King Viserys. As such she spent the entire journey praying for his health but her concerns were for naught. Instead of worsening, Elder Monterys seemed better and younger each day spent on the sea.
"Yes Elder, it's a beautiful island indeed." In the beginning Lorena was a bit skeptical of a place previously named Torturer's Deep but the island was lush with plants and its waters were a crystalline blue instead of the dull gray from the North like Myranda described.
As for the actual holdings…
The building that was intended to be the Temple had seen better days to not say it unkindly, even someone not familiar with architecture could see that some of the walls would need repair or be outright torn down. Two things however stood as to why the building was chosen for the Temple.
One was the location, being close enough to the sea but not too close when the tide advanced. Although the Temples attended all of the gods, being an island and a presumed important point for sea trade, Caraxes was expected to be one of the most celebrated ones followed by Vermax and then most gods related to daily affairs.
The next one was the belltower. It wasn't very high but it was in good state and would serve to call the masses for the daily prayers and events. All in all, with her family donation and the gold collected along the years by the Temple of Kingslanding, transforming this place into a sacred Temple worthy of its name would take some time and hardwork but very possible.
"And to think it wasn't on the continent where we would be free but instead a tiny group of islands between the lands…" spoke Elder Monterys, on the balcony of the belltower, eyes still focused on the horizon.
"Sometimes I wondered if Aegon truly conquered Westeros or if he was tamed by it instead" he continued, turning to look her in the face. " A hundred years and how much of our blood speaks Valaryan? Know our prayers and traditions? How long our memory was slowly erased until the only thing that remained was our eyes and hair… Forgive me, my child, it seems I got lost in some silly thoughts again."
"Nonsense Elder, your words bring much wisdom to this one." And it truly did, Lorena had her father's eyes but her hair was the same color of her mother's, even her own name wasn't a Valaryan one being one of the Andal Ancestry. Would she even be considered kin by her ancestors?
Smiling at her words, he offered his hand and together they went downstairs back to the main building where an unknown men waited for them.
He looked like a dornishman, of average height and build. The most striking thing on him was the patterned cloth around his forehead as a bandanna and a single gold earring.
"You" he said pointing to the two Stormsingers, making them stop in the beginning of the stairs.
"You must be the Stormsingers that the Maester warned me about." He said coming closer, smiling and offering his hand to them.
Unlikely she expected, Elder Monterlys surged forward taking the hand offered " And you must be Lord Tabasco, our host so I hope?"
Tabasco? The Lord of the Island? She read from Alicent letters the man seemed to be of the loyal sort but she didn't mention he was a dornish… What an unexpected development, she was there when the Princesses departed for their homeland and now she leaves King's Landing she encounters one of their countrymen.
"Apologies Father and Sister, I was supposed to meet you at the docks but something unexpected came up."
"Don't worry young man, me and Sister Lorena were just taking a look at our future Temple, one of the locals was kind enough to guide us"
Prompted by the Elder words, Lord Tabasco turned his gaze from him to her. His gaze lingered for a few seconds not exactly on her face, intrigued but quickly going back into a smile again.
Lorena properly curtsied not forgetting her manners but after so many years among friends and fellow faithful she felt a bit out of practice talking to a complete stranger.
"Your rooms in my Keep are already prepared if you follow me."
"Then please lead the way, My Lord. I am afraid my knees aren't what they used to be."
With that they walked out of the building, making way to the Keep. Along the way Lorena realized what Lord Tabasco seemed so intrigued about : Her single iron earring gifted by Galena in the shape of the legendary Sea Dragon Nagga. Indeed it would stand out by the general preference of Stormsingers for the winged Dragons ridden by the Targaryens.
She adopted it since she held Caraxes dear in particular, being raised in the coast of Blackwater.
"Aaah!"
"Elder!"
A sudden gust of wind came forward with such strength that it almost took down Elder Monterlys had Lord Tasbaco not held him in time.
"What in the world? It's a storm coming?"
Lord Tabasco turned to answer but was interrupted by a impossible sky for in the middle of the day everything turned into night, a pillar of light appeared in one of the islands blinding everyone for a moment and with a blink everything was back to normal but in the place of the pillar of light was a castle of huge proportions, its white walls a stark contrast to the smoke of vulcan.
"It is a miracle of the gods!" shouted Elder Monterys and this time he fell down on his knees on purpose, tears gathering on his eyes.
Lorena glanced at Lord Tabasco, who was transfixed looking at the Miraculous Castle. "It's Sunstone…"
She fell on her knees and started to pray with Elder Monterlys, Lord Tabasco seemed a bit confused but took her offered hand.
Lorena would never regret her decision to join the Stormsingers, rather this was a sign she was on the right path, her ancestor may have been alive to see an Empire fall but how many could have helped build a new one?
Another tiny thought gnawed at her head in a moment, would Rhaenyra and Alicent object to a visit?
Lorena silently rejoiced when the ship approached the small port.
After the news of Lady Visanya being kidnapped by slavers, she was afraid of taking the same route. If someone wasn't afraid of attacking the mother of the Dragon Prince and the wife of the Pirate King, what about a small ship full of dragonseeds and a daughter of House Celtigar?
Yet they finished the journey without a single incident.
Praised by the Lord of the Waves, gently in his mercies and ever furious in his punishment.
"Beautiful isn't it my child?" said Elder Monterys, taking in the sights of the island while his wrinkled hands clutched the dragon pendant on his neck.
Another of the reasons Lorena was so eager to arrive was because of the elderly Stormsinger. When they were discussing who would come to the Stepstones in the initial batch, the man made a question of going even in his old age and fragile health.
Few in the congregation could have denied the elder when they remembered his tearful eyes at the proclamation of Exceptionalism Doctrine by King Viserys. As such she spent the entire journey praying for his health but her concerns were for naught. Instead of worsening, Elder Monterys seemed better and younger each day spent on the sea.
"Yes Elder, it's a beautiful island indeed." In the beginning Lorena was a bit skeptical of a place previously named Torturer's Deep but the island was lush with plants and its waters were a crystalline blue instead of the dull gray from the North like Myranda described.
As for the actual holdings…
The building that was intended to be the Temple had seen better days to not say it unkindly, even someone not familiar with architecture could see that some of the walls would need repair or be outright torn down. Two things however stood as to why the building was chosen for the Temple.
One was the location, being close enough to the sea but not too close when the tide advanced. Although the Temples attended all of the gods, being an island and a presumed important point for sea trade, Caraxes was expected to be one of the most celebrated ones followed by Vermax and then most gods related to daily affairs.
The next one was the belltower. It wasn't very high but it was in good state and would serve to call the masses for the daily prayers and events. All in all, with her family donation and the gold collected along the years by the Temple of Kingslanding, transforming this place into a sacred Temple worthy of its name would take some time and hardwork but very possible.
"And to think it wasn't on the continent where we would be free but instead a tiny group of islands between the lands…" spoke Elder Monterys, on the balcony of the belltower, eyes still focused on the horizon.
"Sometimes I wondered if Aegon truly conquered Westeros or if he was tamed by it instead" he continued, turning to look her in the face. " A hundred years and how much of our blood speaks Valaryan? Know our prayers and traditions? How long our memory was slowly erased until the only thing that remained was our eyes and hair… Forgive me, my child, it seems I got lost in some silly thoughts again."
"Nonsense Elder, your words bring much wisdom to this one." And it truly did, Lorena had her father's eyes but her hair was the same color of her mother's, even her own name wasn't a Valaryan one being one of the Andal Ancestry. Would she even be considered kin by her ancestors?
Smiling at her words, he offered his hand and together they went downstairs back to the main building where an unknown men waited for them.
He looked like a dornishman, of average height and build. The most striking thing on him was the patterned cloth around his forehead as a bandanna and a single gold earring.
"You" he said pointing to the two Stormsingers, making them stop in the beginning of the stairs.
"You must be the Stormsingers that the Maester warned me about." He said coming closer, smiling and offering his hand to them.
Unlikely she expected, Elder Monterlys surged forward taking the hand offered " And you must be Lord Tabasco, our host so I hope?"
Tabasco? The Lord of the Island? She read from Alicent letters the man seemed to be of the loyal sort but she didn't mention he was a dornish… What an unexpected development, she was there when the Princesses departed for their homeland and now she leaves King's Landing she encounters one of their countrymen.
"Apologies Father and Sister, I was supposed to meet you at the docks but something unexpected came up."
"Don't worry young man, me and Sister Lorena were just taking a look at our future Temple, one of the locals was kind enough to guide us"
Prompted by the Elder words, Lord Tabasco turned his gaze from him to her. His gaze lingered for a few seconds not exactly on her face, intrigued but quickly going back into a smile again.
Lorena properly curtsied not forgetting her manners but after so many years among friends and fellow faithful she felt a bit out of practice talking to a complete stranger.
"Your rooms in my Keep are already prepared if you follow me."
"Then please lead the way, My Lord. I am afraid my knees aren't what they used to be."
With that they walked out of the building, making way to the Keep. Along the way Lorena realized what Lord Tabasco seemed so intrigued about : Her single iron earring gifted by Galena in the shape of the legendary Sea Dragon Nagga. Indeed it would stand out by the general preference of Stormsingers for the winged Dragons ridden by the Targaryens.
She adopted it since she held Caraxes dear in particular, being raised in the coast of Blackwater.
"Aaah!"
"Elder!"
A sudden gust of wind came forward with such strength that it almost took down Elder Monterlys had Lord Tasbaco not held him in time.
"What in the world? It's a storm coming?"
Lord Tabasco turned to answer but was interrupted by a impossible sky for in the middle of the day everything turned into night, a pillar of light appeared in one of the islands blinding everyone for a moment and with a blink everything was back to normal but in the place of the pillar of light was a castle of huge proportions, its white walls a stark contrast to the smoke of vulcan.
"It is a miracle of the gods!" shouted Elder Monterys and this time he fell down on his knees on purpose, tears gathering on his eyes.
Lorena glanced at Lord Tabasco, who was transfixed looking at the Miraculous Castle. "It's Sunstone…"
She fell on her knees and started to pray with Elder Monterlys, Lord Tabasco seemed a bit confused but took her offered hand.
Lorena would never regret her decision to join the Stormsingers, rather this was a sign she was on the right path, her ancestor may have been alive to see an Empire fall but how many could have helped build a new one?
Another tiny thought gnawed at her head in a moment, would Rhaenyra and Alicent object to a visit?
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[X] Plan: Lets fill our Castle, Port and Coffers and teach respect of dragons
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Fuck... Daemon and Caraxes are Magoose Dice personified, they either get cit success or failures...
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I mean let's be real here:
If Daemon wasn't killed yet, he'd become something worse then himself in canon.
A man who has limits.
And for a man who dosent? It's worse then hell
Caraxes: Daemon don't you do it… Daemon, no. Daemon!
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You know, I kind of want our first plot to be "Drag Daemon to the Vale and the Twins by the Ear"
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Ok, what about "Convince the Realm we are not after the Iron Throne"
And Yeah, I know that we are not after the Iron Throne, but, as Machiaveli would say, the most important thing is to appear that we don't want the Throne...
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0%.
Turns out, there are a lot of people who want you on the Iron Throne, because you are a legitimate badass, dragon rider, and administrator.
At this point even if Lucien swore a blood oath in the temple of the Old Valarya in KG that he doenst want the crown, witnessed by the Royal Court people would still thinks he wants the Iron throne
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Yep.
Because unfortunately, it does not matter what he wants.
What matters is that other people will wish to use him for their own gains, whether it be for the realm itself... or their own house's prestige and legacy.
Everyone wants to be a Kingmaker but few wants to remembered as a betrayer.
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Yep.
THats the problem here. No one wants to swear oaths, when they can be the winner.
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The funniest thing is that knowing your Drama Queen dice, there is a good chance that the Sociopathic Genius Baelon, the Rider of the Bronze Fury, whose paranoia would be the most likely catalyst for the Dance... Gets one too many crit failures and he dies before ascending to power
That way they add an unexpected plot twist to the "Once Viserys dies Baelon will go after us (and a whole lot of his extended family) because we are a potential threat to his reign" prediction for the Dance that has the thread most worried because it seems the most likely scenario...
If Baelon dies before the Dance I wonder who the main rival would be? Aegor doenst like ruling, Rhaenys own daugther is married to Lucien, the Twins already have inssues with claiming Runestone, Daemon is doing Rhyollor knows what.
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Yeah... about that.
Yeah... about that.
... Dont tell me the Cult of the Light has him?
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Worse... Much worse.
Good ole Daemon decided that he needed to fuck things up.
And Viserys needing a new wife.
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Well, in that scenario Nyra is very likely to become the heir, because the moment that it seems that Daemon is going to get in the Iron throne he is very likely to go to buy a pack of cigarettes in Asshai.
And about Rivals... We have Ras´ and Savage fucking around.
What? Whaaaaaaat?
Did Daemon thought: My brother needs a new wife, or its Viserys own view of the matter about Baelon needing a mother figure(Since both Visanya and Aemma are gone)?
All this time we thought that the biggest threat to the throne was Otto plotting to marry Alicent to Viserys, little we knew of Brutus seating on our side.
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Dammit, will Viseys have to accept to wed with a Red Priestess, to marry the female equivalent of Jon Westerling, or worse with Meli?
And how the hell did this happen, Deamon went back to Kings Landing, grabbed his brother to spend a weekend, in Medieval Vegas, and Viserys woke up married to someone?