You are a bastard born of a prominent noble house, navigate the chaotic polictical landscape of Westeros and Essos. Do remember that if you play this game of thrones you win or you die.
ASOIAF Dance Of Dragons Bastard Quest: Blood Ties
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The Bastard Of Kings Landing
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You were born on the wrong side of the bed, there was no pomp or pageantry to mark your birth. Instead, you were born to a comely woman in the squalor of a brothel. You see your father was highborn, he stood aloft amongst a copious amount of wealth and privilege. As you grew he was gracious enough to give your whore mother a yearly stipend it was a small fortune, it amounted to about five dragons. This made your mother the wealthiest whore in Kings Landing, she bought the finest jewellery and garments. This was useful as it aided her in attracting well to do highborn clients. This was a marked improvement after all your father had much wealth to spare.
With the wealth and prosperity that your mother experienced it boded well for you, your mother spared no expense in providing you with a fine education. Worthy of any noble, your mother doted on you she was willing to spend as much as possible to ensure you would be as educated as any noble. She hired an Essosi merchant who was exiled, to teach you complex arithmetic, reading and writing and several tongues of the East including the most distinguished High Valyrian.
You grew up in a particularly spacious manse in the good part of Kings Landing, Flea Bottom was miles away. Your home was marked by the pleasant smell of lemons, as your mother had instructed for the finest scents to pervade your living quarters. From a half maester named Alyn you learned rhetoric and the art of diplomacy this was to ensure you would not make a fool of yourself when you were to meet highborn. You may not have the name, but if you could speak like the nobles you would be able to blend in well enough.
Your mother had a contingent of men under he employ, it was a very concise and controlled network of men and woman to aid her in advancing her interest. It did help that your mother was an accomplished…
[] Maegi
[] Poisoner
[] Trader
[] Healer
[] Write In
Leading to many clients imploring your mother to aid them. She did, asking the clients for a hefty fee. Your mother may of been a whore, but with her expansive diverse business ventures she was almost akin to a lady, but not of the day but of the night. You learnt much under your mother about manipulation and coercion and you used it to good stead. Armed with your good looks you developed quite the silver tongue, and you used it to exploit and prey on the weaknesses of the men and women around you.
Despite your extensive education in theoretical subjects you were lacking in the subject of martial matters, you see only lowly hired thugs were willing to accept the employ of your mother. So instead of a complex education in swordmanship, riding and tactics instead you learnt the skills of a brute. You learnt how to use a club and a spear, weapons of the lowborn. There was no grace in your tutelage of arms, the focus was entirely on how to maim and kill an opponent. You being the pragmatic sort did not disparage at such lowly teaching but took it in good stead. You suppose it would be useful to know the ways in how to kill a man as quick and as easily as possible.
Your mother was a whore, and surrounded herself with thief's and vagrants you were obviously going to pick up their vices. And so you did, as you grew you become fixated on the pleasures of the flesh. You spent much coin on whores and the like seeing it as a good way to spend your little free time, you very much became a creature focused on wine, woman and song. A true hedonist.
Once your mother heard of your new vices she was livid, she did not work so hard to raise a boy that couldn't control his cock. So doing what any sensible mother did she ordered one of her men to beat you bloody, until you learnt a semblance of sense. And, indeed, it worked. After being struck with a rod more then a dozen times you learn how to appreciate the little things in life.
Wine and drink were fleeting but friends and companionship could last for a last time, what good was a whore when you could have a stalwart friend. Your closest friend came to you based on your newfound understanding of life, he was a…
[] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
[] A cutpurse orphan, you met in Flea Bottom, his name is Roderick, he is short and slight, but his eyes shine with a veiled cunning he dreams of great wealth and honours. He is exceedingly callous and ambitious. Blessed with a silver tongue he can convince a septon that seven hells is heaven.
[] A Septons apprentice, you met when you were stealing coin from the donation box in a humble sept. His name is Artys, he is rather handsome and of middling height he is well educated and studious. He dreams not of glory but of the quiet life of a scholar he wants to be a maester.
[] Write In
You and your friend understand each other you are as thick as thief's, there is not a thing in the world that you don't know about each other. Such a connection is valuable in this cruel world. You are loathe to depart from him, when you grow more independent and prosperous you are sure to take him with you. After all, you wish to be a rich and powerful man. You do not seek a humble life, that was for fools and failures. Instead you seek power of the highest order, you wish to lord over lesser men. You did not care if you had to be cruel or without a shred of principles, that was all just meaningless details. You had been born in filth, after all, you were willing to get your hands dirty.
You know times are changing, the proud Targaryens bicker and argue amongst themselves. War looms over the horizon, will this be where you make your fortune and come out the victor or will you be killed, dead and buried in a ditch for no one to remember you. You would prefer the former option.
But as mother says if you are to play the Game Of Thrones you win or you die. You intend to win.
Choose your fathers house:
[] House Targaryen
[] House Lannister
[] House Hightower
[] House Tyrell
[] House Velaryon
[] House Stark
[] House Martell
[] House Arryn
[] House Greyjoy
[] House Tyrell
[] House Celtigar
[] House Baratheon
[] Write In
What is your name?
[] Robyn
[] Joer
[] Aethan
[] Callum
[] Brandon
[] Willis
[] Loras
[] Write In
What is your mothers origin?
[] Valyrian
[] Essosi
[] Westerosi
Traits you already have:
Ambitious
Lustful
Greedy
Beautiful
Silver Tongued
Choose two traits:
[] Pragmatic
[] Willful
[] Brawny
[] Shrewd
[] Diligent
[] Ruthless
[] Gregarious
[] Quick
Distrubute 100 Stat Points:
[] Strength
[] Agility
[] Endurance
[] Intelligence
[] Charisma
[] Wisdom
[] Cunning
With the wealth and prosperity that your mother experienced it boded well for you, your mother spared no expense in providing you with a fine education. Worthy of any noble, your mother doted on you she was willing to spend as much as possible to ensure you would be as educated as any noble. She hired an Essosi merchant who was exiled, to teach you complex arithmetic, reading and writing and several tongues of the East including the most distinguished High Valyrian.
You grew up in a particularly spacious manse in the good part of Kings Landing, Flea Bottom was miles away. Your home was marked by the pleasant smell of lemons, as your mother had instructed for the finest scents to pervade your living quarters. From a half maester named Alyn you learned rhetoric and the art of diplomacy this was to ensure you would not make a fool of yourself when you were to meet highborn. You may not have the name, but if you could speak like the nobles you would be able to blend in well enough.
Your mother had a contingent of men under he employ, it was a very concise and controlled network of men and woman to aid her in advancing her interest. It did help that your mother was an accomplished…
[] Maegi
[] Poisoner
[] Trader
[] Healer
[] Write In
Leading to many clients imploring your mother to aid them. She did, asking the clients for a hefty fee. Your mother may of been a whore, but with her expansive diverse business ventures she was almost akin to a lady, but not of the day but of the night. You learnt much under your mother about manipulation and coercion and you used it to good stead. Armed with your good looks you developed quite the silver tongue, and you used it to exploit and prey on the weaknesses of the men and women around you.
Despite your extensive education in theoretical subjects you were lacking in the subject of martial matters, you see only lowly hired thugs were willing to accept the employ of your mother. So instead of a complex education in swordmanship, riding and tactics instead you learnt the skills of a brute. You learnt how to use a club and a spear, weapons of the lowborn. There was no grace in your tutelage of arms, the focus was entirely on how to maim and kill an opponent. You being the pragmatic sort did not disparage at such lowly teaching but took it in good stead. You suppose it would be useful to know the ways in how to kill a man as quick and as easily as possible.
Your mother was a whore, and surrounded herself with thief's and vagrants you were obviously going to pick up their vices. And so you did, as you grew you become fixated on the pleasures of the flesh. You spent much coin on whores and the like seeing it as a good way to spend your little free time, you very much became a creature focused on wine, woman and song. A true hedonist.
Once your mother heard of your new vices she was livid, she did not work so hard to raise a boy that couldn't control his cock. So doing what any sensible mother did she ordered one of her men to beat you bloody, until you learnt a semblance of sense. And, indeed, it worked. After being struck with a rod more then a dozen times you learn how to appreciate the little things in life.
Wine and drink were fleeting but friends and companionship could last for a last time, what good was a whore when you could have a stalwart friend. Your closest friend came to you based on your newfound understanding of life, he was a…
[] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
[] A cutpurse orphan, you met in Flea Bottom, his name is Roderick, he is short and slight, but his eyes shine with a veiled cunning he dreams of great wealth and honours. He is exceedingly callous and ambitious. Blessed with a silver tongue he can convince a septon that seven hells is heaven.
[] A Septons apprentice, you met when you were stealing coin from the donation box in a humble sept. His name is Artys, he is rather handsome and of middling height he is well educated and studious. He dreams not of glory but of the quiet life of a scholar he wants to be a maester.
[] Write In
You and your friend understand each other you are as thick as thief's, there is not a thing in the world that you don't know about each other. Such a connection is valuable in this cruel world. You are loathe to depart from him, when you grow more independent and prosperous you are sure to take him with you. After all, you wish to be a rich and powerful man. You do not seek a humble life, that was for fools and failures. Instead you seek power of the highest order, you wish to lord over lesser men. You did not care if you had to be cruel or without a shred of principles, that was all just meaningless details. You had been born in filth, after all, you were willing to get your hands dirty.
You know times are changing, the proud Targaryens bicker and argue amongst themselves. War looms over the horizon, will this be where you make your fortune and come out the victor or will you be killed, dead and buried in a ditch for no one to remember you. You would prefer the former option.
But as mother says if you are to play the Game Of Thrones you win or you die. You intend to win.
Choose your fathers house:
[] House Targaryen
[] House Lannister
[] House Hightower
[] House Tyrell
[] House Velaryon
[] House Stark
[] House Martell
[] House Arryn
[] House Greyjoy
[] House Tyrell
[] House Celtigar
[] House Baratheon
[] Write In
What is your name?
[] Robyn
[] Joer
[] Aethan
[] Callum
[] Brandon
[] Willis
[] Loras
[] Write In
What is your mothers origin?
[] Valyrian
[] Essosi
[] Westerosi
Traits you already have:
Ambitious
Lustful
Greedy
Beautiful
Silver Tongued
Choose two traits:
[] Pragmatic
[] Willful
[] Brawny
[] Shrewd
[] Diligent
[] Ruthless
[] Gregarious
[] Quick
Distrubute 100 Stat Points:
[] Strength
[] Agility
[] Endurance
[] Intelligence
[] Charisma
[] Wisdom
[] Cunning
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[X] Forgotten Dragons
-[X] Trader
-[X] A cutpurse orphan, you met in Flea Bottom, his name is Roderick, he is short and slight, but his eyes shine with a veiled cunning he dreams of great wealth and honours. He is exceedingly callous and ambitious. Blessed with a silver tongue he can convince a septon that seven hells is heaven.
-[X] House Celtigar
-[X] Alton
-[X] Essosi
-[X] Pragmatic
-[X] Quick
-[X] Trader
-[X] A cutpurse orphan, you met in Flea Bottom, his name is Roderick, he is short and slight, but his eyes shine with a veiled cunning he dreams of great wealth and honours. He is exceedingly callous and ambitious. Blessed with a silver tongue he can convince a septon that seven hells is heaven.
-[X] House Celtigar
-[X] Alton
-[X] Essosi
-[X] Pragmatic
-[X] Quick
- Location
- Centro Italia
[X] Echoes of the dragons of the ancestral land.
-[X] Maegi
-[X] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
-[X] House Targaryen
-[X] Andros
-[X] Essosi
-[X] Pragmatic
-[X] Shrewd
-[x] Strength 15
-[x] Agility 14
-[x] Endurance 14
-[x] Intelligence 14
-[x] Charisma 14
-[x] Wisdom 14
-[x] Cunning 15
-[X] Maegi
-[X] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
-[X] House Targaryen
-[X] Andros
-[X] Essosi
-[X] Pragmatic
-[X] Shrewd
-[x] Strength 15
-[x] Agility 14
-[x] Endurance 14
-[x] Intelligence 14
-[x] Charisma 14
-[x] Wisdom 14
-[x] Cunning 15
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[X] Echoes of the dragons of the ancestral land.
- Pronouns
- Reader
[X] Forgotten Dragons
- Location
- Nowhere and Everywhere
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan: Greyjoy Improved
-[X] Trader
-[X] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
-[X] House Greyjoy
-[X] Robyn
-[X] Westerosi
-[X] Diligent
-[X] Brawny
-[X] Strength = 20
-[X] Agility = 15
-[X] Endurance = 15
-[X] Intelligence = 10
-[X] Charisma = 15
-[X] Wisdom = 15
-[X] Cunning = 10
The Targaryens are a tad degenerate. We don't want no incest. Now, the Greyjoys. They're kind of dumb, they don't really trade. It seems like they don't know that Viking is an action, a temporary state. Trading and Viking, now that's the way to go. Loot Essosi slave ships, trade between the continents. All the way to Yi Ti!
-[X] Trader
-[X] A butchers boy, named Garth, he is a tall and brutish youth with not a hint of decorum he dreams of being a knight.
-[X] House Greyjoy
-[X] Robyn
-[X] Westerosi
-[X] Diligent
-[X] Brawny
-[X] Strength = 20
-[X] Agility = 15
-[X] Endurance = 15
-[X] Intelligence = 10
-[X] Charisma = 15
-[X] Wisdom = 15
-[X] Cunning = 10
The Targaryens are a tad degenerate. We don't want no incest. Now, the Greyjoys. They're kind of dumb, they don't really trade. It seems like they don't know that Viking is an action, a temporary state. Trading and Viking, now that's the way to go. Loot Essosi slave ships, trade between the continents. All the way to Yi Ti!
