Thinking about it depending on how this goes Lucien reputation would grow even more. Went all the way to NotChina to help Daemon and his parents with Greyghost, Sheepstealer and Sunfyre. Westeros be looking at what happened and see Lucien as even more powerful.
And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
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At this point besides the stupid, how people will think that they can defeat Lucien if they wage war against him?
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Well there is always the need a dragon to face him. Even then only a few can face Lucien in dragon combat. Daemon from being very skilled and having Caraxes. Rhaenys having Meleys and being skilled herself. Aegor by having the Cannibal but not sure how skilled Aegor is. Laena with Vhagar. And maybe in the future Baelon on Vermithor. If not dragon combat then it has to be intrigue.
Well do have some defense against magic depending on the magic but yeah Lucien can't do those magic tricks.
Though using magic usually has some drawback. In sacrifice and/or reputation. Westeros not a big fan of magic. Those that are known to use magic are very much not liked.
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The Last Voyage 2: Dragons Nest
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The Last Voyage 2: Dragons Nest
The Camp of Conquerers: You see the Dothraki Horde, and they see you. And you land to greet them.
You smelled the fire and death before you saw the smoke. The sky had been blackened by the corpses and the destruction of the countryside of YI-TI, but it did not blacken the sky like so many other scenes of death and destruction you have seen in your life. No, the sky was cleared by some energy that you could not comprehend.
The Dragons that followed you were skittish, the mighty Sheepstealer seemed to grow less mighty flying in the air towards the camp, the air growing thick with the smell of death. A scent she was not used to.
But the young Sunfyre seemed to be repulsed by it, falling behind, and only striking back, forward even, towards you with the prodding from the Elder Dragons.
But it was the Grey Ghost who seemed to be caught with a gaze, not only of fear but of rage, a righteous anger that filled your own body with fire and heat, something you could not only feel… but wish.
You may not carry a bond that Daemon and Ceraxes did, but you knew in your heart, it was close.
"Brother… this is the last chance to turn back." The Grey Ghost seemed to plead to you to not move forward. Yet in those brief moments of hesitation, you saw the sea of tents that were there. Men and women on horses watching, weapons ready.
Yet you had no fear. You had nothing to fear.
You had your dragons.
"<Sheepstealer, Sunfyre. Stay away from the camp. Stay close. But stay away.>" You ordered as you took a breath and moved towards the center of the camp.
The Two dragons obeyed and flew away, towards the North, and you allowed Grey Ghost to fly towards the center of the camp.
Towards the monsters, and the man whom you wished to save.
In the center, there was an open field surrounded by scorch marks. A place where you suspect Ceraxes was allowed to land.
Flying towards it, all you could see was fear and terror. Getting lower you could see why. Tents were scorched and burned, and there were bones and… uneaten pieces left over, still not cleaned by the camp followers.
And as you landed, you were met by hundreds of men, weapons ready.
As you jumped off, Grey Ghost let off a roar and you looked around, looking for the leader.
All immediately stepped back as you wordlessly moved, looking for any sign of the leadership.
From the tent, however, you saw a woman walk out, a woman of pale skin and black hair, and sparkling grey eyes. Her eyes were the most striking feature, as she did not have the same fear as the others.
She was not afraid of the dragon or its rider.
Simply put, she did not fear you. She then looked back into the tent, and said something, before listening to whatever was behind.
She nodded, and walked towards you, striding as if she was in a pretty place, and not a grass-burned tent in the middle of YI-TI.
She bowed her head. "Prince Targaryen. Your Kin is expecting you." She spoke Westerosi Common well. You wondered if her Valyrian was good as well?
That would not matter soon.
You walked over to the tent, and the Grey Ghost followed… For a moment before you raised a hand. "Stay out here brother."
And you entered the tent.
You saw Ras Al Ghul first, his eyes widening as he saw you, but he drew no steel. The other woman was nearby, the woman who greeted you sat by his side, clearly frightened by the scene to her left.
Yet the scene that caught your eye, was Daemon.
His hair was longer, tied back into some type of ponytail, and his silk garb the traditional Targaryen red with black lining. Darksister was beside him, his sword resting. But the scene that frightened you was the woman whose arms were wrapped around him like a viper around the neck, with hypnotic eyes looking into his…
And a pregnant bell protruding from her clothes.
You just stood there, watching the scene, before the Great Khal finally spoke, in Valyrian. "Ah, so this is the Great Silent Prince of the West. The conqueror of the Stepstones. The Breaker of the Triarchy, the boy… whom this great Dragon, calls son."
He offered a seat at his table. "Sit."
You nodded and took the offer, but did not reply.
Something felt off.
Daemon did not seem to move. He did not seem to recognize you.
All he seemed to be, was lost. His eyes wandered to those that got his attention, who was touching him.
Like he was gone. But not at all.
What do you say?:
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The Camp of Conquerers: You see the Dothraki Horde, and they see you. And you land to greet them.
You smelled the fire and death before you saw the smoke. The sky had been blackened by the corpses and the destruction of the countryside of YI-TI, but it did not blacken the sky like so many other scenes of death and destruction you have seen in your life. No, the sky was cleared by some energy that you could not comprehend.
The Dragons that followed you were skittish, the mighty Sheepstealer seemed to grow less mighty flying in the air towards the camp, the air growing thick with the smell of death. A scent she was not used to.
But the young Sunfyre seemed to be repulsed by it, falling behind, and only striking back, forward even, towards you with the prodding from the Elder Dragons.
But it was the Grey Ghost who seemed to be caught with a gaze, not only of fear but of rage, a righteous anger that filled your own body with fire and heat, something you could not only feel… but wish.
You may not carry a bond that Daemon and Ceraxes did, but you knew in your heart, it was close.
"Brother… this is the last chance to turn back." The Grey Ghost seemed to plead to you to not move forward. Yet in those brief moments of hesitation, you saw the sea of tents that were there. Men and women on horses watching, weapons ready.
Yet you had no fear. You had nothing to fear.
You had your dragons.
"<Sheepstealer, Sunfyre. Stay away from the camp. Stay close. But stay away.>" You ordered as you took a breath and moved towards the center of the camp.
The Two dragons obeyed and flew away, towards the North, and you allowed Grey Ghost to fly towards the center of the camp.
Towards the monsters, and the man whom you wished to save.
In the center, there was an open field surrounded by scorch marks. A place where you suspect Ceraxes was allowed to land.
Flying towards it, all you could see was fear and terror. Getting lower you could see why. Tents were scorched and burned, and there were bones and… uneaten pieces left over, still not cleaned by the camp followers.
And as you landed, you were met by hundreds of men, weapons ready.
As you jumped off, Grey Ghost let off a roar and you looked around, looking for the leader.
All immediately stepped back as you wordlessly moved, looking for any sign of the leadership.
From the tent, however, you saw a woman walk out, a woman of pale skin and black hair, and sparkling grey eyes. Her eyes were the most striking feature, as she did not have the same fear as the others.
She was not afraid of the dragon or its rider.
Simply put, she did not fear you. She then looked back into the tent, and said something, before listening to whatever was behind.
She nodded, and walked towards you, striding as if she was in a pretty place, and not a grass-burned tent in the middle of YI-TI.
She bowed her head. "Prince Targaryen. Your Kin is expecting you." She spoke Westerosi Common well. You wondered if her Valyrian was good as well?
That would not matter soon.
You walked over to the tent, and the Grey Ghost followed… For a moment before you raised a hand. "Stay out here brother."
And you entered the tent.
You saw Ras Al Ghul first, his eyes widening as he saw you, but he drew no steel. The other woman was nearby, the woman who greeted you sat by his side, clearly frightened by the scene to her left.
Yet the scene that caught your eye, was Daemon.
His hair was longer, tied back into some type of ponytail, and his silk garb the traditional Targaryen red with black lining. Darksister was beside him, his sword resting. But the scene that frightened you was the woman whose arms were wrapped around him like a viper around the neck, with hypnotic eyes looking into his…
And a pregnant bell protruding from her clothes.
You just stood there, watching the scene, before the Great Khal finally spoke, in Valyrian. "Ah, so this is the Great Silent Prince of the West. The conqueror of the Stepstones. The Breaker of the Triarchy, the boy… whom this great Dragon, calls son."
He offered a seat at his table. "Sit."
You nodded and took the offer, but did not reply.
Something felt off.
Daemon did not seem to move. He did not seem to recognize you.
All he seemed to be, was lost. His eyes wandered to those that got his attention, who was touching him.
Like he was gone. But not at all.
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Ohh shit so this just got worse
This feels like that scene in the Long Halloween when Bruce is under Poison Ivy spell.
I am EXTREMELY tempted to just go 'screw talking' and straight up kill everyone here, except Daemon's body.
However, I hope someone else comes up with a better idea.
However, I hope someone else comes up with a better idea.
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[X] "Daemon...its time to come home now. Come home to your family, come home to the friends and life you left, Home is waiting for you."
[X] Sing to Daemon:
You look in those empty eyes once tormented with a hell of their own and now they are oddly calm, drifting wihout care like the expensive wine spilled from a King's cup in a show of riches and power. Many have told you of Daemon ruthless nature but few saw how much the Rogue Prince cared about his family to the point of self-destruction, afraid that if he stood with them he would taint them with his anger. Yet you remember the man craddling his daugthers, singing a lullaby to them with the same voice he once sang to you... Whatever happened here, or whatever Daemon did, the man needed to come home. He needed to remember. Words were never your fort even before meeting Grey Ghost so you sang the same song you heard him do for Baela and Rhaena.
Probably too dramatic but honestly I dont know how to break whatever shit Daemon is under.
You look in those empty eyes once tormented with a hell of their own and now they are oddly calm, drifting wihout care like the expensive wine spilled from a King's cup in a show of riches and power. Many have told you of Daemon ruthless nature but few saw how much the Rogue Prince cared about his family to the point of self-destruction, afraid that if he stood with them he would taint them with his anger. Yet you remember the man craddling his daugthers, singing a lullaby to them with the same voice he once sang to you... Whatever happened here, or whatever Daemon did, the man needed to come home. He needed to remember. Words were never your fort even before meeting Grey Ghost so you sang the same song you heard him do for Baela and Rhaena.
Probably too dramatic but honestly I dont know how to break whatever shit Daemon is under.
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We have not yet seen Caraxes, we should probably ask for him as well
I wonder if Caraxes with his bond to Daemon can still tell whats happening to the Not Daemon body and share some of its senses?
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This is my suggestion.
[] "Daemon... Father... What has happened to you? Where is Caraxes?"
-[] "I came looking for you... You have been lost for far too long father, come back with me, with your daughters, with your brother... Rhea would have wept to see you like this"
--[] (Ask grey Ghost to look for Caraxes)
[] "Daemon... Father... What has happened to you? Where is Caraxes?"
-[] "I came looking for you... You have been lost for far too long father, come back with me, with your daughters, with your brother... Rhea would have wept to see you like this"
--[] (Ask grey Ghost to look for Caraxes)
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Also, you may have wondered why I have spelled Ceraxes instead of Caraxes.
That is actually intentional by myself for a very important reason.
Its you having fallen in my Trap Card all those years ago! My plan in writting that Dorne Omake bore fruit and now Cerastes the greek monster is forever fused with Caraxes the dragon.
In a more serious approach I wonder if the name was altered so to break the potential bond with the Valaryan God that having such name could cause.
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Well in your defense, I have been writing Stormsinger omakes for a while. I had to think some stuff for it and the naming convetions for the Dragons was one of the stuff I thought about.