And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

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So… who wants a random dice roll? Before the great council that is.
 
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[X] Plan Talking Dragon

The Magoose dice are consistent in their bat shitness.
 
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    • Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Sep 11, 2022 at 11:23 PM, finished with 33 posts and 17 votes.
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    • All I will say is this:

    Fucking Magoose Dice.

    I shit you not... no, the fucking update first.

    That will explain everything.
     
    Tabascoheath said:
    Ah fuck, this is either going to completely vindicate my write-in or make me become a goddamn hermit.
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    Unfortunatly, your write in did not cause me to question my sanity.

    It was The Dragon riding scene...

    Rather, the amount of Bullshit that you did... to steal the show.

    Also Daemon might have had a heart attack seeing what we did.
     
    One of these days Lucien's going to get that fucking skill I swear on my life... *Incoherent mumbling about magoose dice*
     
    Magoose said:
    Unfortunatly, your write in did not cause me to question my sanity.

    It was The Dragon riding scene...

    Rather, the amount of Bullshit that you did... to steal the show.

    Also Daemon might have had a heart attack seeing what we did.
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    So what we did exactly? Something like this?

    Magoose said:
    No one died.

    (Looks at other rolls)

    Okay, no one important died.:V
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    What, someone died playing chicken with flying dragons?
     
    The Great Council 1
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    • The Great Council 1:

    Yes
    "I'm afraid Daemon, all I can see is the pirates face, the sheer surprise at his own death as he falls overboard. How do you live like this Daemon, how are you able to kill with ease and end lives so easily? How am I supposed to live like that when killing feels so... wrong?"
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    You had been distant from the Rogue Prince for much of the journey, before you arrived at the Inn of the Crossroads, a famous place that you have heard, where the road splits in three directions, to the King's Road, the Rose Road, and the East Road.

    The place had been a place that you had only heard about from weary travelers from White Harbor and the Inns from the town that Daemon and you stayed at. How it was rustic, comfortable, yet richer than all the other inns on the roads, all the traffic meaning it never ran out of business, even in winter, when there was snow and white. And death.

    But when you came, it was empty, as if there was something gathering people elsewhere. And the innkeeper was happy to see that someone came. "The King is hosting something at Harrenhall." She said with a smile, recognizing Daemon. "His Grace seems to be calling a Great Council, my Prince."

    Daemon nodded. "Then we must be the only ones not there?" He threw over a gold dragon. "Some food for me and my squire, along with a room."

    "That will be two dragons." The inn stated, without hesitation.

    Daemon frowned. "You expecting any prince to walk through that door paying gold?"

    The innkeeper shook her head. "I have mouths to feed your grace, and as much as I can give, that is not something I can afford. Winter is coming."

    Daemon nodded. "Sit and eat something." He ordered as he walked over to the innkeeper. They were talking now, and this time the rogue prince was trying his best to smooth talk his way out of that payment.

    The food came from one of the children of the innkeep, and they delivered fresh chicken, and barely any paste and bread… unappetizing to some, but to you, it was looking decent. At least the paste.

    The meat, not much more.

    Daemon had purchased a room for the night, and you were picking at the chicken. He knew you were having trouble eating, but only with more bloody and dinner meats, beef, and pork. But it seems that now he finally noticed that you were not eating at all.

    "What's wrong?" The inn was empty, and only the innkeeper was around, as her children walked outside, probably to look at the sky, and look for dragons.

    You almost went to sign at him, to explain. Then you took a deep breath and spoke, a surprising thing to Daemon still. "I'm afraid Daemon, all I can see is the pirate's face, the sheer surprise at his own death as he falls overboard."

    At those words, Daemon realized what was going on, and almost silently, he just watched you, waiting. Try to wait until you are finished talking. He was being patient. He was being considerate. Dare you say empathetic?

    He understood you, more than anyone else, save for your parents. And in some ways, even more. "How do you live like this Daemon, how are you able to kill with ease and end lives so easily? How am I supposed to live like that when killing feels so... wrong?"

    Daemon took a moment to think, and chose his next words. "Easy? Nothing about what I do is easy, even though your perspective about what you see is… not entirely accurate. Violence, fighting, even killing is something I do, and I do well, but never assume I take pleasure in doing it needlessly." He paused, finding the words he wanted to say quickly. "I view killing, especially done righteously, and for justice and security, for my home and my family, as nothing more than a chore."

    "That's how you view it? A Chore? What about the people you hurt?" You signed, and that silence was deafening, especially to Daemon.

    "As I said… I don't enjoy doing it needlessly." He was hard, firm in his tone and his voice as he drank his ale. "Killing has its purpose, its uses, and its limits, and one must never take pleasure in using such power needlessly. And you must remember that." He then placed his hand on the table and showed his palm. "You killed a man who sought to do harm towards you, towards the North, and the Iron Throne. You saved your own life, that of others, and hundreds more, by killing that man." He then used that palm to go towards his cup, to drink more. "Do not let his ghost haunt you, or seek to stop you from doing your duty. To stop you from killing. That path will only lead to your death."

    "Then what can I do? View it as an annoyance, a chore?" You questioned, as your hands moved.

    Daemon looked into his cup. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He said with bitterness. "It helps me."

    He told you what the world was, and how he coped with it. "Is that why you don't like the court? That they view death as an annoyance, and needless with their killings? Their plots and whispers and treasons?"

    Daemon had no answer, save for this. "I'm a violent man with a violent heart, Lucien. It's in my nature. You will learn in time that your nature is not mine, as much as I wish it was. You are not me. You are you, and that is something I always want to have." He then drank the rest of his ale. "Now eat. We have much to work on tomorrow. We have an entrance to make at Harrenhall."

    You took his words well, you think.

    Nightmare roll:D100 => 77

    And you didn't have nightmares that night.

    Reward: Daemon's words helped you a little.

    But not enough.

    You have begun a long road to recovery.
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    Yes

    The Grey Ghost was not happy about this plan. Neither were you, but there was a flair for the dramatic that Daemon always had, and he loved to make things all about him.

    You just had to remember the Plan.

    The Other Riders show off:

    Rhaenyra :D100 => 88

    Laenor:D100 => 75

    And to say that it would take much to make the crowd below celebrate you, was an understatement beyond your wildest comprehension.

    Princess Rheynera and Laenor Valyreon were doing what Daemon called the Darlings of Valyria, without a third Dragon.

    It was a race around the towers, through the creeks and crags of a broken ruin, and not hitting any of the stones or the towers.

    It was a Race, first and foremost, like in Valyria of old, where Dragons raced for the spectacle of the Masses. The Spectacle, of the power controlled by all.

    Rheynera won, of course, it seems that Laenor was not entirely one with his Dragon, and she was a brilliantly amazing racer on… whatever her dragon was called, you forgot on the flight over.

    To say that Daemon was impressed, implied you could even see the seething face of your master. He was infuriated at the total show that was going on.

    He had planned to do that with you.

    And now it was all ruined.

    "Land, no way we're topping that!" He shouted.

    Yet you continued flying as he went lower, to land at the makeshift Dragon pen at God's eye, where three dragons were playing with each other.

    It was a spectacle to be sure.

    But you were not going to be outdone.

    Time for a Change of Plan my friend.

    Grey Ghost understood, and you trusted him completely with this. After all, you were going to prove to everyone that you were the best rider. With perhaps not the greatest dragon.

    But with the Greatest Bond.

    You looked down to see Daemon, seemingly unaware you were flying upward, and see him shout something that was lost to the wind.

    You were silent and as powerful as the wind.

    Holding tight, you pointed up towards the heavens, and Grey Ghost followed.

    Straight up, going higher, and higher and higher, to where the air was impossible to breathe, and the Castle was impossible to see from that high above, a large castle of tents and smoke, and stone.

    But high enough.

    Ready?
    Always.
    A Dance with Dragons:D100 => 100+50=150

    And you let go, falling towards the world below.

    You breathe in, then breathe out. You could feel Grey Ghost coming beside you, on your belly, but you had control. You leaned, moving away, giving yourself some space, as if to show the world that there were two figures falling from the heavens.

    And dots everywhere… Dots, people, horses, sheep, and even Dragons, all looked up to the heavens and saw you and Grey Ghost, flying through the air. Everyone was looking up at you now. Everyone was. Even Daemon, whom you could see flying in the air, was trying desperately to order the Blood Wyrm up into the air, to come and try and catch you.

    He would not make it. You knew that well before you made the decision to ride above the clouds.

    You looked at Grey Ghost, who looked at you with one eye, the other eye on the ground, and you leaned, moving around his body in a dance, under his wing, under his legs, around his tail, and holding the very tip.
    Now!
    He slowed to move under you again as if realizing that you could lose control in a spin.

    The ground was moving closer now.

    Much closer now. You could see Harrenhall get bigger, and you knew it was time to ride again.

    You held on close to the Dragon's bareback, and he spread his wings, slowing down as the tower inched closer, gliding down south towards the isle of faces.

    But not going above it, you did not wish to insult or make light of the Green Men. Even you heard the stories of men turning back, and you were not brave enough to change that.

    It took another few minutes to land, and when you did, you were greeted by Daemon.

    Daemon's reaction:D100 => 56

    He was not pleased. "ARE YOU MAD!" He shouted as he ran towards you, worried on his face as you dismounted. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!"

    He was losing his mind. He had to be, and everyone around that could see was genuinely surprised that the Rogue Prince of all people… cared for someone other than his brother.

    The Gossip was going to be scandalous you were sure.

    And then he did something even more scandalous. He hugged you. "Don't you ever do that again!" He said, tears streaming down his face. "Never!"

    His embrace was something that you wanted again.

    The Other Rider's Reactions: D100 => 65

    "Holy Fuck." One phrase from Laenor was all you needed to hear to know just how utterly confused he was at how thoroughly a better rider you were.

    And Rhaenyra, for her part, said nothing. But she was utterly convinced that even her talent at dragon riding paled in comparison to yours.

    And the other dragons ate a live lamb that was far too curious for its own good, not to be missed.

    The Old King's Reaction: D100 => 80

    And everyone seemed silent because the Old King was there as well.

    He was standing, in white regal robes and being assisted by a servant… but he looked at you with eyes misty with wonder. And he gave you a nod. "Excellent Flying Young Lucien… It seems Daemon has taught you well." He then looked at Daemon. "Seems he's already taking risks, like another young man I knew."

    Daemon looked down and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Well-"

    "Indeed." He seemed lost for a moment, before getting back into a regal bearing of authority. "Now, come. There are many things that must be done. The Claimants are all here. And we have much work to do."
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    Harrenhall was Massive, and you could only look in awe at the ruins, still the greatest castle you had ever seen.

    Yet now, you are here. And you were… well you had time to look around. To speak to people.

    What do you do?:
    (Choose 4)

    []Look for your Mother: You swore you saw your mother here? She was with the Princess for a moment, before disappearing. But why was mother here, she should be on Dragonstone?

    []Stay with Daemon: Daemon looks lost and without you. You will stay by his side, and be the dutiful squire you are to him. Hopefully, he won't get into his cups and start doing things stupidly.

    []The Old King's Rewards: The old King is going to reward you, in public, before the great council and the claimants arrive. He wants to make the Whole realm know your deeds and that of Lord Stark and Daemon.

    []The Realms Delight: The Princess Rhaenyra has come to you, to talk. And she did so in sign?

    []The Riverlords Rivals?: Grover Tully and his riverlords were very cautious around you. And none too keen to see you as you refused to help them with their problems.

    []The Valemen's Wishes: Rhae was here, with the Valemen, and the twins. She was being pampered, yes, but the moment she saw you, she looked ready to throttle you. "You little shit! You need to think before you bloody act!"

    []The North Remembers: Lord Stark was there with many of his bannermen. And they wished to Drink with you, and to your health, and your stunt of bravery.

    []The West's Gaze: Lord Lannister and many of his men wished to meet you. Something tells you there is something that you need to… say to them.

    []The Iron's Cowing: They hate you, but respect you. And seeing the Finger dancing that they were doing, you had to do better than them.

    []The Storm's Brew: The Stormlord's were in a drinking contest, and you somehow managed to get right in the middle of it.

    []The Knights of Summer: The Reachmen knights that are here, do not know what they are. They are men playing. Not men who have done battle. You need to remind them of that.

    []The Other Claimants: There are many other claimants here. Maybe you can meet one.


    AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format please.
     
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    • [X] Plan Mama's I need hugs.
    -[X]Look for your Mother: You swore you saw your mother here? She was with the Princess for a moment, before disappearing. But why was mother here, she should be on Dragonstone?

    MAMA!

    --[X]The Old King's Rewards: The old King is going to reward you, in public, before the great council and the claimants arrive. He wants to make the Whole realm know your deeds and that of Lord Stark and Daemon.

    Grampa needs to make it up to us.

    ---[X]The Realms Delight: The Princess Rhaenyra has come to you, to talk. And she did so in sign?

    She learnt sign just for us?!

    ----[X]The Valemen's Wishes: Rhae was here, with the Valemen, and the twins. She was being pampered, yes, but the moment she saw you, she looked ready to throttle you. "You little shit! You need to think before you bloody act!"

    OTHER MAMA!
     
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    [X] Look Mom(s), No Hands!
    -[X]Look for your Mother: You swore you saw your mother here? She was with the Princess for a moment, before disappearing. But why was mother here, she should be on Dragonstone?
    -[X]Stay with Daemon: Daemon looks lost and without you. You will stay by his side, and be the dutiful squire you are to him. Hopefully, he won't get into his cups and start doing things stupidly.
    -[X]The Old King's Rewards: The old King is going to reward you, in public, before the great council and the claimants arrive. He wants to make the Whole realm know your deeds and that of Lord Stark and Daemon.
    -[X]The Valemen's Wishes: Rhae was here, with the Valemen, and the twins. She was being pampered, yes, but the moment she saw you, she looked ready to throttle you. "You little shit! You need to think before you bloody act!"

    Edit: Holy fuck is right, nat 100 with one hell of a boost, I think they'll start calling us Lucien the bugfuck crazy mad before long.
     
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    [X]Look for your Mother: You swore you saw your mother here? She was with the Princess for a moment, before disappearing. But why was mother here, she should be on Dragonstone?

    [X]The Old King's Rewards: The old King is going to reward you, in public, before the great council and the claimants arrive. He wants to make the Whole realm know your deeds and that of Lord Stark and Daemon.

    [X]The Realms Delight: The Princess Rhaenyra has come to you, to talk. And she did so in sign?

    [X]The Valemen's Wishes: Rhae was here, with the Valemen, and the twins. She was being pampered, yes, but the moment she saw you, she looked ready to throttle you. "You little shit! You need to think before you bloody act!"

    [X] Look Mom(s), No Hands!
     
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