Magoose
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Well I'm not going to answer that.
And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)
- Thread starter Magoose
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Dammit, guys...
It is far more difficult to kill an adult Dragon (which actively searches and kills younger dragons, making him a threat to the species) than it would be for our dad to get a promotion...
Magoose
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Well, good news.
there are other things you can do.
also: I really really don't want you to hate me for the rolls that are to come.
So, absolute disaster and I guess everyone we tried to talk to hates us now.
Great...
Magoose
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Actually no. At least not exactly.
Unfortunately, Everyone got drunk before the whole thing began.
In fact we got drunk too with the Northmen.
You'll see
Oh boy...well, at least it's gonna be memorable.
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Ominous... But no, in the worst case scenario I may take a couple of weeks off this quest, but that is all.
We are like a son for Daemon and we kind of saved Lord Stark life, so I doubt that all that will be unmade by a single roll
But, getting into even more trouble with the Faith, and having the Sea Serpent want us even more dead are really likely options...
So we lose our next social turn, and we will wake up for one mini adventure "Hangover in Harrenhall"?
That, or we become an alcoholic with only seven years...
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Magoose
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Fuck no, those have huge bonuses.
Hell Even Corlys has a huge bonus because we impressed him.
No its... others. Belive me, you'll see.
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For our ability as a sailor or for the stunt that we pulled off with Grey Ghost?
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Magoose
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I am worried about what our moms will do...
I can see Rhae and Vysena hanging us from our thumbs for getting drunk...
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Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Now, if only Grey Ghost has gotten in on the party.
Magoose
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Wow.(Looks at Rolls)
Um...
Have we actually managed to get a DRAGON drunk?
Magoose
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It took over 500 Barrels of Northern ale, but they did it. They fucking did it.
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Gray Ghost - 'Visibly swaying, with a barrel of ale in his claw'.
The humans surrounding him - "CHUG CHUG CHUG!!!".
Magoose
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You passed out before you could see that, after chugging three kegs.
The Great Council 3
Magoose
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The Great Council 3:
-[X]Lift the Exile on your Father, Daemon, and You: You want The Old King to lift your exile, and that on the people you love. And to do so publicly.
-[X]Request your Father to be given an official position in the Royal Navy: You want your father to be officially recognized for his work. You heard rumors that he was working to dismantle the Slave Trade that was trying to spring up in Westeros. And he needed to be rewarded.
The Rewards were great and agreed to.
The Old King wanted only peace. Before he seemed to lose himself in his mind.
Reward: The Exile is over, and your Father has gained the Rank of Admiral of the Royal Navy, and head of the Dragonstone Fleet.
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-[X]The Sea Snake: Corlys The Sea Snake wishes to talk to you, seems that he was a little unhappy you showed up his son. Rolled: D100 => 4+30=34
-[X]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. Rolled:D100 => 12+30=42
-[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. Rolled: D100 => 9+50=59
Your Drinking Tolerance:D100 => 96
The Night before the Great council began, you witnessed perhaps the greatest drinking celebration in your life.
The Northmen brought over one thousand kegs of Northern Ale. There was something that was going to be said.
They would drink it all, and any who wished to challenge them were welcome to try. Because they would not stop until it was gone.
The first to try and outdrink the Northmen were the Sea Snake. He had drowned a keg in only two gulps, something that made a few winces in pain before another came.
And after two more kegs, the Sea Snake was out like a light, drunk. And he tried to speak words to you as he was carried to his quarters, but he grabbed you to the side, as he walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and kissing you on the forehead. "I want you part of my crew!" He proclaimed before he hiccuped. "The Greatest Sailor in the Seven Kingdoms wants you part of his crew! You can ride a dragon, you can sail a ship. You can even be king!" He joked on that last part, you knew, but men were celebrating you.
You nodded, but trying to avoid the binge of booze, and walked over to the Northmen. "To the Silent Dragon!" Lord Rickon shouted as you saw the Northmen raise their cups. "The Youngest Hero in Westeros."
You were flustered and felt very small compared to the Northmen. And they wanted you to Drink.
They all drank to the Silent Dragon, whom everyone was pushing towards the table of Ale, and at its head, was Daemon.
He had drunk two kegs without flinching, and the cut on his side was filled. "Boy." He said with a hiccup. "Drink with me."
You tried to avoid it, but you had a cup flaked into your hand and in it was the Warm bubbly ale from an empty Keg. "Lucien." He said looking deep into your eyes. "You're old enough to fight, you're old enough to drink with all of us!"
"Too young to fuck though, and I'd rather keep it that way!" He then drank another. "I love you boy like you were my son." He said as he hugged you, and clanked the tankard cup in your hand. "If I had it my way, you would be!" You felt very flustered at that.
You then felt the Ale cup be pushed up. "Drink boy! Drink and be merry."
You did, and it didn't taste anything like Ale?
But you drank more.
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Twelve hours later:
You awoke on a table, not feeling anything wrong. In fact, you felt rejuvenated… until you saw the Grey Ghost, snoring, in the hall. With over 500 kegs broken at his feet, he was…
Dear Gods, your Dragon got drunk!
But why weren't you drunk, you drank an entire bloody keg…
But around you, the entire party was sprawled out on the floor.
And you felt nothing, less for wear, or even felt the things that ale was supposed to do.
You then walked away, not wanting to be a part of what the hell happened when they woke up.
They were supposed to vote tomorrow. Or something, or was it the council starting, you didn't know.
The Grey Ghost can get himself out, you were not dealing with this.
Reward: You got drunk, but suffered no ill effects from the booze, it seems the dragon magic or something stopped that, or you just had water and no one knew?
The Sea Snake views you as a competent sailor and wonderful dragon rider. Though not to your face.
The Northmen love you but are without equal in their revelry and their support for you. They, however, could not outdrink you.
As For Daemon, he let out his greatest drunken secret. He views you as his son and wishes that it is true.
The Grey Ghost got drunk but managed to get out of the castle by the time the Council finally started.
As it turns out, at least to your knowledge, you don't suffer the effects of hangovers.
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-[X]The Stormsinger: There is a stormsinger preaching the gods of Old Valyria, and it has seen to be growing in number. It seems they believed in the gift of the Dragons. Rolled: D100 => 92
The man was quietly praying when you saw him, tense, and quiet, but he seemed at peace. "So young dragon, you seek to find favor with the gods?" He asked as you saw the storm and the chain around his arm.
You raised an eyebrow. But said nothing. But the man seemed undeterred. "You are quiet?" He said. "You seek to let your actions define you?"
You nodded. It wasn't entirely true, but that was also accurate. "You see, there are things in this world that not even we of the faith can understand. We may love one another, and keep ourselves together. Yet we always drive ourselves apart due to our own choices."
He then took a moment to pause, and look at how you reacted. "You have power, we all do, but some have a greater destiny than others. That is why many join the calls to the Goddesses, and why we seek to increase our number. So that when the time comes, we will have a choice in what we do in our lives. In what future we hold dear."
He then sat down again, before looking at you. "Just know this silent Dragon, you have a choice in what is to come. And you will always have those who will support you. Messiah."
You looked away, and up, at your dragon.
Then the man was gone. Vanished as if he was never there
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Reward: The Valyrian Faithful have made you a messiah for them, and they will support you in your coming endeavors, though in mysterious ways.
They may also have magic.
Unknown effect, but certain adventures are unlocked.
Your family now has an increased chance to hatch dragons, due to… something.
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As the Council began, what did you do?:
[]You were With Daemon: He wanted you by his side while he supported Viserys' Claim for the throne.
[]You were with your mother and brothers: You were away, avoiding these votes and politics, you were just wishing for it to be over.
[]You were in the Crowd: You wanted to see what was going on, but there was something going on. The King was not well.
[]You were Before the King: He had something to say. Something for the whole Realm to see.
AN: Enjoy.
-[X]Lift the Exile on your Father, Daemon, and You: You want The Old King to lift your exile, and that on the people you love. And to do so publicly.
-[X]Request your Father to be given an official position in the Royal Navy: You want your father to be officially recognized for his work. You heard rumors that he was working to dismantle the Slave Trade that was trying to spring up in Westeros. And he needed to be rewarded.
The Rewards were great and agreed to.
The Old King wanted only peace. Before he seemed to lose himself in his mind.
Reward: The Exile is over, and your Father has gained the Rank of Admiral of the Royal Navy, and head of the Dragonstone Fleet.
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-[X]The Sea Snake: Corlys The Sea Snake wishes to talk to you, seems that he was a little unhappy you showed up his son. Rolled: D100 => 4+30=34
-[X]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. Rolled:D100 => 12+30=42
-[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. Rolled: D100 => 9+50=59
Your Drinking Tolerance:D100 => 96
The Night before the Great council began, you witnessed perhaps the greatest drinking celebration in your life.
The Northmen brought over one thousand kegs of Northern Ale. There was something that was going to be said.
They would drink it all, and any who wished to challenge them were welcome to try. Because they would not stop until it was gone.
The first to try and outdrink the Northmen were the Sea Snake. He had drowned a keg in only two gulps, something that made a few winces in pain before another came.
And after two more kegs, the Sea Snake was out like a light, drunk. And he tried to speak words to you as he was carried to his quarters, but he grabbed you to the side, as he walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders and kissing you on the forehead. "I want you part of my crew!" He proclaimed before he hiccuped. "The Greatest Sailor in the Seven Kingdoms wants you part of his crew! You can ride a dragon, you can sail a ship. You can even be king!" He joked on that last part, you knew, but men were celebrating you.
You nodded, but trying to avoid the binge of booze, and walked over to the Northmen. "To the Silent Dragon!" Lord Rickon shouted as you saw the Northmen raise their cups. "The Youngest Hero in Westeros."
You were flustered and felt very small compared to the Northmen. And they wanted you to Drink.
They all drank to the Silent Dragon, whom everyone was pushing towards the table of Ale, and at its head, was Daemon.
He had drunk two kegs without flinching, and the cut on his side was filled. "Boy." He said with a hiccup. "Drink with me."
You tried to avoid it, but you had a cup flaked into your hand and in it was the Warm bubbly ale from an empty Keg. "Lucien." He said looking deep into your eyes. "You're old enough to fight, you're old enough to drink with all of us!"
"Too young to fuck though, and I'd rather keep it that way!" He then drank another. "I love you boy like you were my son." He said as he hugged you, and clanked the tankard cup in your hand. "If I had it my way, you would be!" You felt very flustered at that.
You then felt the Ale cup be pushed up. "Drink boy! Drink and be merry."
You did, and it didn't taste anything like Ale?
But you drank more.
----------------------------------------
Twelve hours later:
You awoke on a table, not feeling anything wrong. In fact, you felt rejuvenated… until you saw the Grey Ghost, snoring, in the hall. With over 500 kegs broken at his feet, he was…
Dear Gods, your Dragon got drunk!
But why weren't you drunk, you drank an entire bloody keg…
But around you, the entire party was sprawled out on the floor.
And you felt nothing, less for wear, or even felt the things that ale was supposed to do.
You then walked away, not wanting to be a part of what the hell happened when they woke up.
They were supposed to vote tomorrow. Or something, or was it the council starting, you didn't know.
The Grey Ghost can get himself out, you were not dealing with this.
Reward: You got drunk, but suffered no ill effects from the booze, it seems the dragon magic or something stopped that, or you just had water and no one knew?
The Sea Snake views you as a competent sailor and wonderful dragon rider. Though not to your face.
The Northmen love you but are without equal in their revelry and their support for you. They, however, could not outdrink you.
As For Daemon, he let out his greatest drunken secret. He views you as his son and wishes that it is true.
The Grey Ghost got drunk but managed to get out of the castle by the time the Council finally started.
As it turns out, at least to your knowledge, you don't suffer the effects of hangovers.
-----------------------------------
-[X]The Stormsinger: There is a stormsinger preaching the gods of Old Valyria, and it has seen to be growing in number. It seems they believed in the gift of the Dragons. Rolled: D100 => 92
The man was quietly praying when you saw him, tense, and quiet, but he seemed at peace. "So young dragon, you seek to find favor with the gods?" He asked as you saw the storm and the chain around his arm.
You raised an eyebrow. But said nothing. But the man seemed undeterred. "You are quiet?" He said. "You seek to let your actions define you?"
You nodded. It wasn't entirely true, but that was also accurate. "You see, there are things in this world that not even we of the faith can understand. We may love one another, and keep ourselves together. Yet we always drive ourselves apart due to our own choices."
He then took a moment to pause, and look at how you reacted. "You have power, we all do, but some have a greater destiny than others. That is why many join the calls to the Goddesses, and why we seek to increase our number. So that when the time comes, we will have a choice in what we do in our lives. In what future we hold dear."
He then sat down again, before looking at you. "Just know this silent Dragon, you have a choice in what is to come. And you will always have those who will support you. Messiah."
You looked away, and up, at your dragon.
Then the man was gone. Vanished as if he was never there
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Reward: The Valyrian Faithful have made you a messiah for them, and they will support you in your coming endeavors, though in mysterious ways.
They may also have magic.
Unknown effect, but certain adventures are unlocked.
Your family now has an increased chance to hatch dragons, due to… something.
-----------------------------------------------
As the Council began, what did you do?:
[]You were With Daemon: He wanted you by his side while he supported Viserys' Claim for the throne.
[]You were with your mother and brothers: You were away, avoiding these votes and politics, you were just wishing for it to be over.
[]You were in the Crowd: You wanted to see what was going on, but there was something going on. The King was not well.
[]You were Before the King: He had something to say. Something for the whole Realm to see.
AN: Enjoy.
Gumiho
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[X]You were With Daemon: He wanted you by his side while he supported Viserys' Claim for the throne.
[X]You were with your mother and brothers: You were away, avoiding these votes and politics, you were just wishing for it to be over.
Oh boy, we are an infidel to the Seven botherers now.
[X]You were with your mother and brothers: You were away, avoiding these votes and politics, you were just wishing for it to be over.
Oh boy, we are an infidel to the Seven botherers now.
Magoose
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Well at least you have friends, and it will be fun to explore such things in the future.
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[X]You were With Daemon: He wanted you by his side while he supported Viserys' Claim for the throne.
We must stand with our Step/Adoptive Father/Mentor
We must stand with our Step/Adoptive Father/Mentor