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[X]Stay Awake
"Degenerates like him belong on a cross" -Every fucking legionary in F:NV
Dammit, Lucien, we have to talk about getting captured in the last adventure...You were tied to a stake, atop a pyre, with the whole world watching. There was much to be done, but nothing could prepare you for looking at Daemon. This thing wearing his face. "It must anger you." The man said as you growled in anger, feeling so much and so little at the same time. Fury, love, frustration, and regret… Along with feelings of guilt, and devastation. This was a man you loved. He was your father in many ways, even when Valaar returned to be a more active role in your life. Yet here in front of you, you felt nothing but wishing for his death. "Wearing his face. Knowing the things that he knows, even as he is still clawing, trying to get back in." He chuckled.
Dammit, I knew that being one of the closest things that there is in CKII to Genetic Perfection was going to bite us in the ass someday."What are you?" You spat, but instead, he twitched, and he smiled.
"You will not know the truth of what I am, but your family was instrumental… in many great things for the Valyrian Freehold. Even it's ending." But looked away. "To think that the blood of Old Valyrian, the True blood of old Valyria, was wasting away on a simple rock in the middle of the Sea." He chuckled. "They were nothing before they left to save their own worthless hides…"
Then he stopped. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. There is so much more I want to do with this body, after he burns Aegons Throne to the ground. Shattering the world as it was meant to be. To be under the boot of worthy powers."
"And you believe you are?" You growled.
"My dear boy, have you not been paying attention?" He whispered before he lifted your chin up, and made you stare into Daemon's eyes…
And you saw blackness. Emptiness…
Nothingness. "You see it now don't you." He smiled. "To think I was after him when your body is far greater than this one. Beauty beyond compare? Strength, height, charisma, and prowess. You remind me of myself." He then gently tapped your check and pulled it. "It's like staring into a mirror, that is… so perfect in its reflection… that it almost makes me think that magic is at work."
Well, it would have been so ironically satisfying to behead you with your own blade... A shame that you are in Deamon´s body"But of course, it is at work." He then drew Twilight and pointed it at you. "To think that the blade would return to me after it was stolen." He then laughed. "You do not know the story?"
"No one knew it." You growled.
"A great blade, forged in the Volcanos of Old Valyria. By dragon fire and steel, and blood, for an Emperor. A leader, a man who could conquer the world." He then smiled. "Me."
Well, the part about Melissandre is really worrying, as it is the part with the Bolton´s... Besides Dommeric (who seems to be the exception) most Bolton´s seems to be completely derangedThen he slashed you across the cheek, leaving a small cut, as if to make you bleed, but not scar. "You know it is quite strange that after all this time, it was the Targaryens that would bring about the next age of magic." He then chuckled. "And with the help of a Red Priestess no less."
You glared at him, the man wearing the face of the man you called father. "To think that Daemon decided to flee, instead of face me. To think he was the one who wanted to stop me." He smiled. "I'm going to make sure he can watch me, destroy you, and wear your body. To bring back what is rightfully mine."
He nodded. "To think, I learned this trick from a Bolton." He then sheathed the blade. "I'm not going to kill you yet though. Those pesky little beasts, need to be dealt with."
Well fuck... Now we know what hurted Balerion when it returned to Valirya with poor Aera...Your eyes hardened as he whistled. From the earth, a beast of Legend. "Do you know what can kill dragons? The only thing that can kill a Dragon?"
He did not wait for an answer, as the entire world shook from the movement. "A Larger Dragon."
And the Dragon Roared.
"<IKAS! The LEGEND! Kill the DRAGONS!>"
And it flew, to hunt.
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(The Grey Ghost POV)
This was not a Dragon.
This was beyond what Dragonkind could understand. Only through the most ancient of magics, could one make one so old, so powerful…
So reliant on man's magic.
You made sure all your brethren were prepared. They would die here if you did not work together.
And its Roar shook the sky. "You are meat!" It screamed, more in pain, than in anger. More like a caged beast finally let out, starved and uncared for.
"And you are Cattle!" You roared back.
Sunfryre and Caraxes took your right, while Sheepstealer stayed close to your wing. It was flying towards you.
And you have only one way to kill it.
Fuck me sideways, craziest Villain in FF, who actually managed to win halfway through the game... This is BAD.nd What a Dance Began: D100 + 100 => 157 vsD100 + 150 => 160
"And so a Dance begins." the man replied with glee as the Dragons began to fight.
And it was not going well. You saw immediately that the Dragons were going to go for the wings, to try and slow down the beast, but experience, age, or some combination just made it quite literally shrugged it off.
The Dragons have pushed away, and the man wearing Daemon's face only smiled and cheered. "The Greatest Dragon in all the world, greater than even Balerion the Black Dread himself." He chuckled. "This Dragon is a thousand years old. The things it has seen, things it has done."
"It will destroy them all."
You growled. "Do you ever stop talking?"
He chuckled some more. "After two hundred years of silence. The way this body is?" He than turned and spun. "To think that my oldest allies daughters found such a loving fondness of him, because of how little he talked."
You then realized who you were speaking to. "Ras?" You asked.
"Ah, so it finally dawned on you." He smiled as he walked over. "I dreamed of an empire of the shadows… but I settled for an already existing empire. The world was mine…" He then shook his head. "Ra's Al Ghul is not inhabiting this body, as much as he wished he did."
"Then who are you?" You asked.
He smiled. "You can call me Kefka."
A moment passed and you looked up at the Dragons.
Fuck!!! Poor Sheepstealer, it was not only Grey Ghost´s sister but also one of the nicest dragons around.(The Grey Ghost POV)
A moment was an eternity as you watched your brethren watch the beast.
"Brother. I need you." The Grey Ghost asked.
"Give me your power, and I will do what I need to do."
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(Lucien)
You breathed in.
Breathed out. "Alright brother."
But instead, Kefka only laughed. "Do what you will to make this interesting… You cannot win."
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(Grey Ghost)
Dancing Mad: D100 + 100 => 164 vs D100 + 150 => 234
Dragon Event:D10 => 1
Which Dragon Died:D4 => 1
Sheepstealer did not see the flame that blinded him. Nor the Bite that tore her to pieces.
But instead, there was only silence, as the last gasp of the Dragon was to shoot fire in it's eyes.
But the Legendary Dragon continued.
And Grey Ghost felt power. He was angered.
And the power of his Brother.
"I will avenge her, brother."
"NO!" You shouted as Sheepstealer was torn to pieces, and Kefka cackled like a madman.
"A Dead Dragon!" He shouted in jubilance as he turned and danced. "To think in I never got to see one killed from the ground!" He cacked. "Well now. Don't worry. Don't Worry… greater dragons have died facing this beast."
The Breath of Fire: D100 => 1
You wanted to scream. You wanted so desperately to cry out in anguish at what happened.
Yet you closed your eyes. It was hopeless.
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(The Grey Ghost)
And your brother failed to keep giving you power.
You were going to die.
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And Dad and Caraxes come to the Rescue.(Daemon The Blood Wyrm)
He had almost given into despair
What kind of father would you be, if you did not be what you were to him?
You are the Rouge Prince. The Hero of his life. The man who lost everything. The man who could gain it all back.
Now, in this mind, in this Dragon, you could only do one thing.
"My Brother… Hear me. They say gods can't Die." The Dragon Half spoke.
"Let us show them how to die." The Human half spoke.
And both merged together for this moment, would not require two.
But one.
Fire: D100 + 100 => 197 vsD100 + 150 => 172
Well, time to kick the fucker when he is down...(Lucien)
You looked up at the light in the sky. And Kefka could only watch, grabbing his head as he screamed in pain. "No… NO! I can't see!"
Caraxes had gone for the Eyes with breaths of blue fire.
And succeeded. "NO NO!"
A monster was a monster. But a blind monster was far less dangerous.
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(Daemon)
You roared.
To go for the Kill.
"Brothers!" He shouted. "NOW!"
And Daemon Targaryen screamed.
Daemon the Blood Wyrm answered.
Dammit... so not only our blood but our tears and breath turn to fire!!!(Lucien)
Hope and Father's:D100 => 89
And you stood, and roared, fire unleashing from your breath, as tears became lava down your cheeks. "Kill him now!"
Kefka screamed. "NO!" As he drew the blade. "DIE!"
And he stabbed
Ding Dong the witch is dead.The Grey Ghost
Blood:D100 + 100 => 189 vsD100 + 150 => 180
Event Roll:D2 => 2
"Brother, it will be okay."
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(Lucien)
And the Dragon went limp. Two bites occurred that you could see before the monster fell to the ground.
One from the bite of Tiny Sunyre, deep into it's wing, tearing the leathery wing to nothing, as it was completely destroyed.
The other is from Grey Ghost.
From a bite in the neck that was powered by Blue blame. And the neck severed.
The Legend was dead.
And you were bleeding as your ropes were but, as the blade was stabbed through your side, not enough to kill you, but to cause great pain.
Kefka, laughing mad.
"No… You will not return. I decide when they all live and DIE!"
What do you do?:
Let´s remember that the fucker is still partially in Daemon´s body, (even if it is dying) so let's not cap the fucker since we would be killing Daemon as well.
This was a real close call, I think we should chill on adventuring for a while when we get back home. Spend some more time with the family and building up the Stepstones.
That speech about Gael bringing magic back is ominous. Hope gael hasn't been drinking the koolaid on the Red God and whatever else Melisandre has put in her head.
All I'm going to say is that the Deep one under the Island isn't... well it isn't evil.isn't the island and keep protected by the islands will and the deeps will? I would find it really interesting if Lucien adventured deep into the abyss in the harbour to converse with the will what ever it be. hopefully it docent kill us 😂
huh????? children of the forest magic?All I'm going to say is that the Deep one under the Island isn't... well it isn't evil.
It also isn't good either. It just wants to not get blown up by Children of the Forest magic again.
The Land Bridge that the Stepstones created to Westeros during PRe history was destroyed after the First man migrations by the Children of the Forest.
so the stepsons used to be a giant land bridge? and the children of the forest (who ever they are destroyed it) that would take serious power. Slann lvl powerThe Land Bridge that the Stepstones created to Westeros during PRe history was destroyed after the First man migrations by the Children of the Forest.
The thing is that the Children´s Magic that can be cast almost immediately is only useful for support purposes, their offensive magic is really powerful but slow and extremely dependent on lengthy rituals.so the stepsons used to be a giant land bridge? and the children of the forest (who ever they are destroyed it) that would take serious power. Slann lvl power
Well, it would be interesting to try to talk with whatever it is... True Neutrals tend to be decent allies.All I'm going to say is that the Deep one under the Island isn't... well it isn't evil.
It also isn't good either. It just wants to not get blown up by Children of the Forest magic again.