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DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS – an ASOIAF RIOT QUEST
RHAELLA I
She did not cry when he came to see her. He always hated that.
The King was in ordinary state: his beard was matted, down to his hips, filled with crumbs and soot; his nails were sharp and black and long; she could see blood dripping from an opened scab on his forearm, staining darker his black robes.
She could smell the burning flesh on him. It was his favorite time to visit.
Rhaella was only in a white shrift. He had taken her jewels, her clothes. Her hair was down, and long too, trailing on to the floor. He had robbed her of her maids, her ladies-in-waiting, her daughter. Everything but herself.
"ThE QuEenS AparTmEnts aRe OnlY fOr ThE QUEEN!" he'd laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
He was laughing now, snorting as he downed a cup of what looked like dark red blood.
She did not like what the Red Priestess gave him. At least before, with the dreamwine he might fall asleep half-way through.
He's calling to her now, shouting. She shrugs off her shrift. She has long gone deaf in here – what use did she have for words,, with only her thoughts for company?
He had taken off his robe, but kept the crown, rubies and black iron glinting in the light. He was picking at his skin – a habit he'd had since a boy - but now when he did old scab-flesh fell to the floor like snowflakes.
She knelt before him, nude.
He smiled. "My lovely sister" he said.
And he raised his hand – to slap? To embrace?
They both would burn the same.
But before he had his wont – his arm fell limp at his side.
Half his smile fell off his face, as his left eye rolled up in his head.
Suddenly, he lurched forward, grabbing at her – and she did what she always wanted – and let him fall.
And he was before – prone, vulnerable; frothing at the mouth, limbs twitching.
She started at it. What was her brother. What was her king.
He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, one arm half-extended, making some noise through the blood and saliva in his mouth.
She could only hear her beating heart.
Rhaella Targaryen rose and turned her back. Walked a pace, put on her shrift, walked two more, to her bed. Her one luxury – and only for his pleasure. She took a single, silken pillow; white, unembroidered.
She turned back to where he had soiled himself, was trembling in his own refuse.
She knelt before Aerys and placed the pillow over his face.
His one pale eye went wild, flew too and fro – but he could not move; could not speak.
She held it there, shaking – until the body grew still.
She raised the pillow and closed his eyes.
Returning it to the bed, she walked to her door, and knocked – once, twice, thrice.
A pause.
She took a breath, but found she didn't need to.
Richard Lonmouth of the Kingsguard opened the door, face carefully neutral.
"Your Grace?" he said.
"Ser." she replied, her voice hoarse with disuse. "The King is dead."
It is 300 AC, the thirty-eighth and last year of the reign of Aerys II Targaryen: King Scab. More that fifteen years have passed since "Robert's Ruin" – and the realm has still not known peace. A mad king over ruined kingdoms; bad men and worse deeds. This is Westeros under the eclipse, but true winter is yet to come…
BLOOD AND FIRE: KING'S LANDING AND THE CROWNLANDS
The gods flipped a coin.
They got it wrong.
Aerys II rules a realm of ashes and tears, of madness unrestrained. He does what he wants, to he wants, when he wants, and all cower to the majesty of the Dragon. All comers have been destroyed – the Rebellion, the Faith, the Iron Isles, Dorne, even the endless cuts of the Iron Throne. He laughs, and the people dance; he weeps, and the people cry. Long live King Scab! Long live ruin!
But he is not alone responsible – how could he, when the screams are so loud inside his head. No, two pillars prop up this curdled insanity, this rotten regime.
The King's right hand is Tywin Lannister, restored to glory after his successful suppressions of the Riverlands, North, and Vale. Given back his son, Tywin dutifully manages the actual work of government – squeezing the people for men and coin, and brutally suppressing rebellion.
But the King's left he keeps closer – the Lady Melisandre. Attracted by the stench of scorching bones, she serves King Aerys' every need – both spiritual and personal. With magic – he is soothed; with magic – he lives a little longer, just enough for what needs be to come to pass.
And what that is the crown Prince and Princess, selected by Aerys in contravention of laws, gods, and men. Rhaegar's son – he who for the realm was lost – Aemon. And his aunt-wife, Daenerys, married in the custom of the Targaryens. Kept deep in the Red Keep – who knows what Promise they hold?
Here is the darkness – whence comes the dawn?
Figures of Note
King Aerys II Targaryen.
His Wife, Rhaella Targaryen
Melisandre, the King's Confessor, and her minions: Wisdoms Rossart and Belis, Thoros of Myr
The betrothed heirs to the throne: Aemon, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, and Daenerys, called "Stormborn".
Hand of the King: Tywin Lannister; and his creatures, called the "Small Council": Grand Maester Pycelle, Master of Coin Tyrion Lannister, Master of Laws Emmon Frey, Master of Ships Monford Velaryon
The Kingsguard, all silent now: Lord Commander Barristan Selmy, Oswell Whent, Arthur Dayne, Loras Tyrell, Richard Lonmouth
Courtiers of varying significance: Myles Mooton, Qarlton Chelsted, Tanda Stokeworth, Willem Darry, Gyles Rosby.
The King's Hostage-Trophies: Robb "Snow", Theon Greyjoy.
RAIN AND RAGE: THE STORMLANDS
The tempest always breaks upon the cliffs.
No man loves a twisted reflection, and so Aerys threw Viserys aside. Too mad, too proud; too eager for burnings and death. That is only for the King to enjoy. So, the Prince was punished by being made a punishment. He governs the most restive Lords; Robert's land, Robert's castle, Robert's bed.
He has no friends; he is exiled from his House. So good Viserys is ever the charming host; throws lavish galas and yearly tourneys, tries to make someone, anyone love him. His wife did not meet the test – and to Myr she was sent back in a casket. There is his daughter too – but he too will have to leave her alone, and so neglects her to prepare her for that day.
Sons can never forgive their fathers.
Figures of Note
Viserys Targaryen, Lord of the Stormlands; his daughter Visenya.
Beric Dondarrion, Silveraxe Fell, Jon Connington (still in exile from court), Casper Wylde, Shyra Errol.
MUD AND SHIT: THE RIVERLANDS
A marriage is not a victory march.
The least functional coupling in Westeros – a very competitive list – can be found in Riverrun. There, Lord Frey is awarded for his late betrayal of the Rebellion with a wife and family that can't wait for his demise. Under his beady-eyed guidance, the stoats of the Crossing fuck and fight – and betray, and betray, and betray.
That is family; duty and honor have gone to die. The last of the Trout is trapped in bedlam, but in her own madness, scares the others off. There is only her son left to her, in her home that has become her hell.
Blood is thicker than water.
Figures of Note
Walder Frey, and his wife, Lysa Tully; their only son, Aerys, small and sickly.
An endless number of Freys, the most notable being Stevron, Ryman, "Black" Walder, "Lame" Lothar, Aegon "Bloodborn" "Fat" Walda, "Thin" Walda, "White" Walda, "Big" Walder, "Little" Walder, Perwyn, Benfrey, Olyvar, Amerei (married to Patrek Mallister) and Roslin.
Shella Whent, Tytos Blackwood, Jonos Bracken – major lords and ladies of the Riverlands.
GOLD AND GRIEF: THE WESTERLANDS
A coin for a kiss?
Love lays low in the lands of the sunset, where the War of the Wombs was just the start. Aerys was sure to reward Tywin as he deserved; a discarded son for a servant's daughter. Mismatched in age, in purpose, in temperament, the Light of the West and the Silver Heir are the oddest of couples, united only by a son – one Jaehaerys Targaryen, with green eyes and golden hair.
But Cersei's venom is not only for her groom. Jamie sits in the Rock, where the white cloak binds him only in his heart. But he now must play the high lord's son and has a wife befitting his station. But it brings him no pleasure – and neither does much else - especially after the loss of a son.
All that glitters is not gold.
Figures of Note
Jamie Lannister, heir to the West, his wife, Lynesse Hightower, and their children – Myrcella, who yet lives, and Tommen, who was found drowned in a well.
Cersei Lannister, her husband Aegon Targaryen, and their child, Jaehaerys.
Addam Marbrand, Quenten Banefort – notable Lords of the West.
Sandor Clegane, Joy Hill; other notable members of the Rock's household.
RUST AND SALT: THE IRON ISLES
Metal bends before it breaks.
Like father, like son, Greyjoy after Greyjoy rose in ill-advised rebellion. But Aerys was not the type to forgive and forget. In the resulting invasion, it was assured there would be no more squid-Kings – for there were to be no more squids.
The Hand, as always, was left to clean up the charred remains. And in his kindness – for his House – he made a king of a boy who was forced to rule where his father died. He has not taken to it well – to say the least – and his burgeoning faith does little to dissuade the reaver-risings that pop like embers now and again.
And the Crow's Eye watches and waits.
Figures of Note
Lancel Lannister, child-Lord of the Iron Islands; his wife Gysella Goodbrother; his mother Dorna Swyft, his brother Willem squire to Devan Lannister.
Lyle Crakehall, Baelor Blacktyde, Rodrik Harlaw; notable Lords of the Isles.
Euron Greyjoy, last seen far abroad.
Norjen and Rus: dissident Drowned Men.
FAITH AND FLOWERS: THE REACH
The bloom wilts slowly – and then all at once.
A Lord Paramount was nothing much to lose in the Rebellion, but Aerys' reign had only just begun. His open worship of the Burning God made an enemy of the Faith, who's rebellion waxed in the fertile lands of the West. A thousand pyres lit, and all that remains are ashes. Oldtown sacked, the gallant laid low, and madness reigning anew.
So, a lonely cripple rules the embers, with only thorns for company. His vassals squabble incessantly over ruined homestands and salted fields. And in the dark and lonely places, some last few sing to the skies, lead by a lady with a heart of stone.
Who do the dammed pray to?
Figures of Note
Willas "the Wise" Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander; his mother, Alerie Hightower, and their grandmother, Olenna Redwyne.
Randyll Tary, Malora Hightower, Orton Merryweather, notable Lords and Ladies of the Reach.
The High Septon, exiled to Oldtown.
Bonifer Hasty, Tom of Sevenstreams, Arys Oakheart, Septa Unella, "the Maid of the Mander," Septa Catelyn [Tully]; leaders of the Brotherhood of the Stars.
SKIN AND BONE: THE NORTH
Bled white – and cut deeper still.
Lord Bolton won the North by his betrayal; a vampire, fat on Stark blood. Winterfell was his for the taking and by Aerys' decree, a wolf bride too: Branda Stark, made a quick widow. Now, near two decades since – where once the heart of rebellion roared – there is a peaceful land, a quiet people. But there are a great deal more monsters in the dark.
Perhaps among them are the Leech Lord's spawn, who both killed their mothers. But the subtle Domeric and the wilful Lysara, despite their ghost-grey eyes, resemble to most two lost. Though their bones may be scorched and scattered, the Quiet Wolf and the Wolf Maid seem to live on.
But they are not the only remnants preserved in Northern frosts. At the Wall, where wildlings gather, fleeing from impossible phantoms, a broken dream yet lives. Here, those who lost most to Robert's folly make new brotherhood in the ruins of the old; Lord Commander Benjen Stark presides over his kingdom of orphans, Trout and Stag by his side. They are the survivors and cursed to be again as night falls.
So dies the flayed kingdom, without anything to keep out the cold.
Figures of Note
Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
Lysara and Domeric Bolton, married to Alys Karstark, Heirs to the North.
Ramsay Snow, Bastard of the Dreadfort, kept on a tight leash.
Hother Umber, Wylis Manderly, Barbery Dustin, Rodrick Ryswell, Jorah Mormont, Rickard Karstark; the strongest Lords and Ladies of the North.
Lord Howland Reed, of Greywater Watch, his wife, Jyana, and his children, Meera and Jojen.
Lord Commander Benjen Stark, Edmure Tully, and Renly Baratheon, Samwell Tarly, Greatjon Umber, Dolorous Edd, Cortnay Penrose, Maester Aemon, Sworn Brothers of the Night's Watch.
Mance Rayder, The King-Beyond-the-Wall, currently at the Wall.
STONE AND SILENCE: THE VALE
The avalanche fell, and none are willing to dig for survivors.
Lord Isembard (Gulltown) Arryn rules his perfect port, a fat fool with a stupider son – Marq, after his uncle dead by the Usurper. But the true beneficiary of the prosperity of the white city – its star rising as the capital's falls – is one Petyr Baelish. The merchants answer to him, as do the captains and the teamsters; a network of bribes and back-patting that stretches across the Seven Kingdoms.
But for every coin counted a drop of blood spills. For the new Arryns' neglect is not so benign for the rest of their kingdom. The Eyrie sits ruined, taken as a prize by Aerys. And so is the Vale itself, the Mountain Clans rampant. The proud nobility of the ancient peaks refused respect to merchants' sons, who paid that back tenfold. And so Painted Dogs and Stone Crows ride more freely than knights.
And the Mockingbird sings, burning gold to keep warm.
Figures of Note
Petyr Baelish, called "Littlefinger".
His charges, Mya Stone and Gendry Waters, kept in a house in Gulltown, ignorant of their heritage.
Isembard Arryn, Defender of the Vale; his wife, Mara Grafton, and his heir, Marq Arryn; their cousins Gerold and Gyles Grafton.
Lyn Cobray, Knight of the Bloody Gate.
"Bronze" Yohn Royce; Morton Waynwood; Horton Redfort; Symond Templeton; Benedar Belmore; Harlan Hunter, the strongest of the Lords of the Vale.
Timett, Shagga, and Chella – major leaders of the Mountain Clans.
SAND AND VENOM: DORNE
It was all for nothing.
The war was won by Dornish spears, but the sun set all the same. Rhaegar had already ruined Elia, and Aerys, as was his wont, poured salt in the wound, casting her and daughter into the dark and cold. She did not survive the journey home, and neither did her family the vengeance. The Viper bit the Red Priestess, who crushed the snakes underfoot.
Doran sits broken in the Water Gardens, while the oranges rot on the vine. Brother readies against sister; to wait and hide and live – or burn bright and glorious, as a solar dragon only can – even if they might be snuffed out.
Who are you avenging?
Figures of Note
Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne, at the Water Gardens, with Areo Hotah.
His daughter, Arianne Martell, and her faction: Gerold Dayne "Darkstar"; Daemon Sand, the surviving Sand Snakes, Tyene, Sarella and Elia, Andrey and Deziel Dalt, Sylva Santagar.
His son, Quentyn Martell, and his faction: Lord Anders and Cletus Yronwood, Gerris Drinkwater, William Wells, Lady Ashara Dayne.
Rhaenys Targaryen.
Welcome to DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS, an ASOIAF Riot Quest.
This will follow the fate of a much worse Westeros through the Second War for the Dawn. Book canon governs, not show.
Mechanics are simple. Each "chapter", every voter may select a character, a motive force, and the nature of their intervention. These votes will then be reflected in the following chapter by affecting the characters, who will be selected randomly from those voted to be intervened upon – five per "chapter".
Characters may be selected from any of those mentioned above. If there is one not listed you nonetheless want to select, that is possible, but please @ me to confirm that character exists in the new timeline. Motive forces and nature are listed below. Please vote by individual plan.
Example vote:
[X] Making Things Worse
- [X] Aerys II
- [X] Dragon Dreams
- [X] A blessing.
Motive Forces
[] The Old Gods and the Three-Eyed Crow
Stream and tree and stone.
[] The Seven-Who-Are-One
Crystals, incense, song.
[] The Drowned God
What is dead may never die.
[] R'hllor
Light is warmth is life.
[] Dragon Dreams
Madness and greatness.
[] Chance
Luck, be my lady tonight!
Your Motive
[] A blessing.
[] A curse.
RHAELLA I
She did not cry when he came to see her. He always hated that.
The King was in ordinary state: his beard was matted, down to his hips, filled with crumbs and soot; his nails were sharp and black and long; she could see blood dripping from an opened scab on his forearm, staining darker his black robes.
She could smell the burning flesh on him. It was his favorite time to visit.
Rhaella was only in a white shrift. He had taken her jewels, her clothes. Her hair was down, and long too, trailing on to the floor. He had robbed her of her maids, her ladies-in-waiting, her daughter. Everything but herself.
"ThE QuEenS AparTmEnts aRe OnlY fOr ThE QUEEN!" he'd laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
He was laughing now, snorting as he downed a cup of what looked like dark red blood.
She did not like what the Red Priestess gave him. At least before, with the dreamwine he might fall asleep half-way through.
He's calling to her now, shouting. She shrugs off her shrift. She has long gone deaf in here – what use did she have for words,, with only her thoughts for company?
He had taken off his robe, but kept the crown, rubies and black iron glinting in the light. He was picking at his skin – a habit he'd had since a boy - but now when he did old scab-flesh fell to the floor like snowflakes.
She knelt before him, nude.
He smiled. "My lovely sister" he said.
And he raised his hand – to slap? To embrace?
They both would burn the same.
But before he had his wont – his arm fell limp at his side.
Half his smile fell off his face, as his left eye rolled up in his head.
Suddenly, he lurched forward, grabbing at her – and she did what she always wanted – and let him fall.
And he was before – prone, vulnerable; frothing at the mouth, limbs twitching.
She started at it. What was her brother. What was her king.
He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, one arm half-extended, making some noise through the blood and saliva in his mouth.
She could only hear her beating heart.
Rhaella Targaryen rose and turned her back. Walked a pace, put on her shrift, walked two more, to her bed. Her one luxury – and only for his pleasure. She took a single, silken pillow; white, unembroidered.
She turned back to where he had soiled himself, was trembling in his own refuse.
She knelt before Aerys and placed the pillow over his face.
His one pale eye went wild, flew too and fro – but he could not move; could not speak.
She held it there, shaking – until the body grew still.
She raised the pillow and closed his eyes.
Returning it to the bed, she walked to her door, and knocked – once, twice, thrice.
A pause.
She took a breath, but found she didn't need to.
Richard Lonmouth of the Kingsguard opened the door, face carefully neutral.
"Your Grace?" he said.
"Ser." she replied, her voice hoarse with disuse. "The King is dead."
It is 300 AC, the thirty-eighth and last year of the reign of Aerys II Targaryen: King Scab. More that fifteen years have passed since "Robert's Ruin" – and the realm has still not known peace. A mad king over ruined kingdoms; bad men and worse deeds. This is Westeros under the eclipse, but true winter is yet to come…
BLOOD AND FIRE: KING'S LANDING AND THE CROWNLANDS
The gods flipped a coin.
They got it wrong.
Aerys II rules a realm of ashes and tears, of madness unrestrained. He does what he wants, to he wants, when he wants, and all cower to the majesty of the Dragon. All comers have been destroyed – the Rebellion, the Faith, the Iron Isles, Dorne, even the endless cuts of the Iron Throne. He laughs, and the people dance; he weeps, and the people cry. Long live King Scab! Long live ruin!
But he is not alone responsible – how could he, when the screams are so loud inside his head. No, two pillars prop up this curdled insanity, this rotten regime.
The King's right hand is Tywin Lannister, restored to glory after his successful suppressions of the Riverlands, North, and Vale. Given back his son, Tywin dutifully manages the actual work of government – squeezing the people for men and coin, and brutally suppressing rebellion.
But the King's left he keeps closer – the Lady Melisandre. Attracted by the stench of scorching bones, she serves King Aerys' every need – both spiritual and personal. With magic – he is soothed; with magic – he lives a little longer, just enough for what needs be to come to pass.
And what that is the crown Prince and Princess, selected by Aerys in contravention of laws, gods, and men. Rhaegar's son – he who for the realm was lost – Aemon. And his aunt-wife, Daenerys, married in the custom of the Targaryens. Kept deep in the Red Keep – who knows what Promise they hold?
Here is the darkness – whence comes the dawn?
Figures of Note
King Aerys II Targaryen.
His Wife, Rhaella Targaryen
Melisandre, the King's Confessor, and her minions: Wisdoms Rossart and Belis, Thoros of Myr
The betrothed heirs to the throne: Aemon, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, and Daenerys, called "Stormborn".
Hand of the King: Tywin Lannister; and his creatures, called the "Small Council": Grand Maester Pycelle, Master of Coin Tyrion Lannister, Master of Laws Emmon Frey, Master of Ships Monford Velaryon
The Kingsguard, all silent now: Lord Commander Barristan Selmy, Oswell Whent, Arthur Dayne, Loras Tyrell, Richard Lonmouth
Courtiers of varying significance: Myles Mooton, Qarlton Chelsted, Tanda Stokeworth, Willem Darry, Gyles Rosby.
The King's Hostage-Trophies: Robb "Snow", Theon Greyjoy.
RAIN AND RAGE: THE STORMLANDS
The tempest always breaks upon the cliffs.
No man loves a twisted reflection, and so Aerys threw Viserys aside. Too mad, too proud; too eager for burnings and death. That is only for the King to enjoy. So, the Prince was punished by being made a punishment. He governs the most restive Lords; Robert's land, Robert's castle, Robert's bed.
He has no friends; he is exiled from his House. So good Viserys is ever the charming host; throws lavish galas and yearly tourneys, tries to make someone, anyone love him. His wife did not meet the test – and to Myr she was sent back in a casket. There is his daughter too – but he too will have to leave her alone, and so neglects her to prepare her for that day.
Sons can never forgive their fathers.
Figures of Note
Viserys Targaryen, Lord of the Stormlands; his daughter Visenya.
Beric Dondarrion, Silveraxe Fell, Jon Connington (still in exile from court), Casper Wylde, Shyra Errol.
MUD AND SHIT: THE RIVERLANDS
A marriage is not a victory march.
The least functional coupling in Westeros – a very competitive list – can be found in Riverrun. There, Lord Frey is awarded for his late betrayal of the Rebellion with a wife and family that can't wait for his demise. Under his beady-eyed guidance, the stoats of the Crossing fuck and fight – and betray, and betray, and betray.
That is family; duty and honor have gone to die. The last of the Trout is trapped in bedlam, but in her own madness, scares the others off. There is only her son left to her, in her home that has become her hell.
Blood is thicker than water.
Figures of Note
Walder Frey, and his wife, Lysa Tully; their only son, Aerys, small and sickly.
An endless number of Freys, the most notable being Stevron, Ryman, "Black" Walder, "Lame" Lothar, Aegon "Bloodborn" "Fat" Walda, "Thin" Walda, "White" Walda, "Big" Walder, "Little" Walder, Perwyn, Benfrey, Olyvar, Amerei (married to Patrek Mallister) and Roslin.
Shella Whent, Tytos Blackwood, Jonos Bracken – major lords and ladies of the Riverlands.
GOLD AND GRIEF: THE WESTERLANDS
A coin for a kiss?
Love lays low in the lands of the sunset, where the War of the Wombs was just the start. Aerys was sure to reward Tywin as he deserved; a discarded son for a servant's daughter. Mismatched in age, in purpose, in temperament, the Light of the West and the Silver Heir are the oddest of couples, united only by a son – one Jaehaerys Targaryen, with green eyes and golden hair.
But Cersei's venom is not only for her groom. Jamie sits in the Rock, where the white cloak binds him only in his heart. But he now must play the high lord's son and has a wife befitting his station. But it brings him no pleasure – and neither does much else - especially after the loss of a son.
All that glitters is not gold.
Figures of Note
Jamie Lannister, heir to the West, his wife, Lynesse Hightower, and their children – Myrcella, who yet lives, and Tommen, who was found drowned in a well.
Cersei Lannister, her husband Aegon Targaryen, and their child, Jaehaerys.
Addam Marbrand, Quenten Banefort – notable Lords of the West.
Sandor Clegane, Joy Hill; other notable members of the Rock's household.
RUST AND SALT: THE IRON ISLES
Metal bends before it breaks.
Like father, like son, Greyjoy after Greyjoy rose in ill-advised rebellion. But Aerys was not the type to forgive and forget. In the resulting invasion, it was assured there would be no more squid-Kings – for there were to be no more squids.
The Hand, as always, was left to clean up the charred remains. And in his kindness – for his House – he made a king of a boy who was forced to rule where his father died. He has not taken to it well – to say the least – and his burgeoning faith does little to dissuade the reaver-risings that pop like embers now and again.
And the Crow's Eye watches and waits.
Figures of Note
Lancel Lannister, child-Lord of the Iron Islands; his wife Gysella Goodbrother; his mother Dorna Swyft, his brother Willem squire to Devan Lannister.
Lyle Crakehall, Baelor Blacktyde, Rodrik Harlaw; notable Lords of the Isles.
Euron Greyjoy, last seen far abroad.
Norjen and Rus: dissident Drowned Men.
FAITH AND FLOWERS: THE REACH
The bloom wilts slowly – and then all at once.
A Lord Paramount was nothing much to lose in the Rebellion, but Aerys' reign had only just begun. His open worship of the Burning God made an enemy of the Faith, who's rebellion waxed in the fertile lands of the West. A thousand pyres lit, and all that remains are ashes. Oldtown sacked, the gallant laid low, and madness reigning anew.
So, a lonely cripple rules the embers, with only thorns for company. His vassals squabble incessantly over ruined homestands and salted fields. And in the dark and lonely places, some last few sing to the skies, lead by a lady with a heart of stone.
Who do the dammed pray to?
Figures of Note
Willas "the Wise" Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander; his mother, Alerie Hightower, and their grandmother, Olenna Redwyne.
Randyll Tary, Malora Hightower, Orton Merryweather, notable Lords and Ladies of the Reach.
The High Septon, exiled to Oldtown.
Bonifer Hasty, Tom of Sevenstreams, Arys Oakheart, Septa Unella, "the Maid of the Mander," Septa Catelyn [Tully]; leaders of the Brotherhood of the Stars.
SKIN AND BONE: THE NORTH
Bled white – and cut deeper still.
Lord Bolton won the North by his betrayal; a vampire, fat on Stark blood. Winterfell was his for the taking and by Aerys' decree, a wolf bride too: Branda Stark, made a quick widow. Now, near two decades since – where once the heart of rebellion roared – there is a peaceful land, a quiet people. But there are a great deal more monsters in the dark.
Perhaps among them are the Leech Lord's spawn, who both killed their mothers. But the subtle Domeric and the wilful Lysara, despite their ghost-grey eyes, resemble to most two lost. Though their bones may be scorched and scattered, the Quiet Wolf and the Wolf Maid seem to live on.
But they are not the only remnants preserved in Northern frosts. At the Wall, where wildlings gather, fleeing from impossible phantoms, a broken dream yet lives. Here, those who lost most to Robert's folly make new brotherhood in the ruins of the old; Lord Commander Benjen Stark presides over his kingdom of orphans, Trout and Stag by his side. They are the survivors and cursed to be again as night falls.
So dies the flayed kingdom, without anything to keep out the cold.
Figures of Note
Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
Lysara and Domeric Bolton, married to Alys Karstark, Heirs to the North.
Ramsay Snow, Bastard of the Dreadfort, kept on a tight leash.
Hother Umber, Wylis Manderly, Barbery Dustin, Rodrick Ryswell, Jorah Mormont, Rickard Karstark; the strongest Lords and Ladies of the North.
Lord Howland Reed, of Greywater Watch, his wife, Jyana, and his children, Meera and Jojen.
Lord Commander Benjen Stark, Edmure Tully, and Renly Baratheon, Samwell Tarly, Greatjon Umber, Dolorous Edd, Cortnay Penrose, Maester Aemon, Sworn Brothers of the Night's Watch.
Mance Rayder, The King-Beyond-the-Wall, currently at the Wall.
STONE AND SILENCE: THE VALE
The avalanche fell, and none are willing to dig for survivors.
Lord Isembard (
But for every coin counted a drop of blood spills. For the new Arryns' neglect is not so benign for the rest of their kingdom. The Eyrie sits ruined, taken as a prize by Aerys. And so is the Vale itself, the Mountain Clans rampant. The proud nobility of the ancient peaks refused respect to merchants' sons, who paid that back tenfold. And so Painted Dogs and Stone Crows ride more freely than knights.
And the Mockingbird sings, burning gold to keep warm.
Figures of Note
Petyr Baelish, called "Littlefinger".
His charges, Mya Stone and Gendry Waters, kept in a house in Gulltown, ignorant of their heritage.
Isembard Arryn, Defender of the Vale; his wife, Mara Grafton, and his heir, Marq Arryn; their cousins Gerold and Gyles Grafton.
Lyn Cobray, Knight of the Bloody Gate.
"Bronze" Yohn Royce; Morton Waynwood; Horton Redfort; Symond Templeton; Benedar Belmore; Harlan Hunter, the strongest of the Lords of the Vale.
Timett, Shagga, and Chella – major leaders of the Mountain Clans.
SAND AND VENOM: DORNE
It was all for nothing.
The war was won by Dornish spears, but the sun set all the same. Rhaegar had already ruined Elia, and Aerys, as was his wont, poured salt in the wound, casting her and daughter into the dark and cold. She did not survive the journey home, and neither did her family the vengeance. The Viper bit the Red Priestess, who crushed the snakes underfoot.
Doran sits broken in the Water Gardens, while the oranges rot on the vine. Brother readies against sister; to wait and hide and live – or burn bright and glorious, as a solar dragon only can – even if they might be snuffed out.
Who are you avenging?
Figures of Note
Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne, at the Water Gardens, with Areo Hotah.
His daughter, Arianne Martell, and her faction: Gerold Dayne "Darkstar"; Daemon Sand, the surviving Sand Snakes, Tyene, Sarella and Elia, Andrey and Deziel Dalt, Sylva Santagar.
His son, Quentyn Martell, and his faction: Lord Anders and Cletus Yronwood, Gerris Drinkwater, William Wells, Lady Ashara Dayne.
Rhaenys Targaryen.
Welcome to DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS, an ASOIAF Riot Quest.
This will follow the fate of a much worse Westeros through the Second War for the Dawn. Book canon governs, not show.
Mechanics are simple. Each "chapter", every voter may select a character, a motive force, and the nature of their intervention. These votes will then be reflected in the following chapter by affecting the characters, who will be selected randomly from those voted to be intervened upon – five per "chapter".
Characters may be selected from any of those mentioned above. If there is one not listed you nonetheless want to select, that is possible, but please @ me to confirm that character exists in the new timeline. Motive forces and nature are listed below. Please vote by individual plan.
Example vote:
[X] Making Things Worse
- [X] Aerys II
- [X] Dragon Dreams
- [X] A blessing.
Motive Forces
[] The Old Gods and the Three-Eyed Crow
Stream and tree and stone.
[] The Seven-Who-Are-One
Crystals, incense, song.
[] The Drowned God
What is dead may never die.
[] R'hllor
Light is warmth is life.
[] Dragon Dreams
Madness and greatness.
[] Chance
Luck, be my lady tonight!
Your Motive
[] A blessing.
[] A curse.
[X] A Thousand Miles Under The Waves
- [X] Myles Mooton
- [X] The Drowned God
- [X] A blessing.
- [X] Myles Mooton
- [X] The Drowned God
- [X] A blessing.
I like
[X] Making Things Worse
- [X] Aerys II
- [X] Dragon Dreams
- [X] A blessing.
[X] Making Things Worse
- [X] Aerys II
- [X] Dragon Dreams
- [X] A blessing.
[The Horned Crow]
- [X] Renly Baratheon
- [X] The Old Gods and The Three-Eyed crow
- [X] A blessing
- [X] Renly Baratheon
- [X] The Old Gods and The Three-Eyed crow
- [X] A blessing
DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS – an ASOIAF RIOT QUEST
RHAELLA I
She did not cry when he came to see her. He always hated that.
The King was in ordinary state: his beard was matted, down to his hips, filled with crumbs and soot; his nails were sharp and black and long; she could see blood dripping from an opened scab on his forearm, staining darker his black robes.
She could smell the burning flesh on him. It was his favorite time to visit.
Rhaella was only in a white shrift. He had taken her jewels, her clothes. Her hair was down, and long too, trailing on to the floor. He had robbed her of her maids, her ladies-in-waiting, her daughter. Everything but herself.
"ThE QuEenS AparTmEnts aRe OnlY fOr ThE QUEEN!" he'd laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
He was laughing now, snorting as he downed a cup of what looked like dark red blood.
She did not like what the Red Priestess gave him. At least before, with the dreamwine he might fall asleep half-way through.
He's calling to her now, shouting. She shrugs off her shrift. She has long gone deaf in here – what use did she have for words,, with only her thoughts for company?
He had taken off his robe, but kept the crown, rubies and black iron glinting in the light. He was picking at his skin – a habit he'd had since a boy - but now when he did old scab-flesh fell to the floor like snowflakes.
She knelt before him, nude.
He smiled. "My lovely sister" he said.
And he raised his hand – to slap? To embrace?
They both would burn the same.
But before he had his wont – his arm fell limp at his side.
Half his smile fell off his face, as his left eye rolled up in his head.
Suddenly, he lurched forward, grabbing at her – and she did what she always wanted – and let him fall.
And he was before – prone, vulnerable; frothing at the mouth, limbs twitching.
She started at it. What was her brother. What was her king.
He looked up at her, tears in his eyes, one arm half-extended, making some noise through the blood and saliva in his mouth.
She could only hear her beating heart.
Rhaella Targaryen rose and turned her back. Walked a pace, put on her shrift, walked two more, to her bed. Her one luxury – and only for his pleasure. She took a single, silken pillow; white, unembroidered.
She turned back to where he had soiled himself, was trembling in his own refuse.
She knelt before Aerys and placed the pillow over his face.
His one pale eye went wild, flew too and fro – but he could not move; could not speak.
She held it there, shaking – until the body grew still.
She raised the pillow and closed his eyes.
Returning it to the bed, she walked to her door, and knocked – once, twice, thrice.
A pause.
She took a breath, but found she didn't need to.
Richard Lonmouth of the Kingsguard opened the door, face carefully neutral.
"Your Grace?" he said.
"Ser." she replied, her voice hoarse with disuse. "The King is dead."
It is 300 AC, the thirty-eighth and last year of the reign of Aerys II Targaryen: King Scab. More that fifteen years have passed since "Robert's Ruin" – and the realm has still not known peace. A mad king over ruined kingdoms; bad men and worse deeds. This is Westeros under the eclipse, but true winter is yet to come…
BLOOD AND FIRE: KING'S LANDING AND THE CROWNLANDS
The gods flipped a coin.
They got it wrong.
Aerys II rules a realm of ashes and tears, of madness unrestrained. He does what he wants, to he wants, when he wants, and all cower to the majesty of the Dragon. All comers have been destroyed – the Rebellion, the Faith, the Iron Isles, Dorne, even the endless cuts of the Iron Throne. He laughs, and the people dance; he weeps, and the people cry. Long live King Scab! Long live ruin!
But he is not alone responsible – how could he, when the screams are so loud inside his head. No, two pillars prop up this curdled insanity, this rotten regime.
The King's right hand is Tywin Lannister, restored to glory after his successful suppressions of the Riverlands, North, and Vale. Given back his son, Tywin dutifully manages the actual work of government – squeezing the people for men and coin, and brutally suppressing rebellion.
But the King's left he keeps closer – the Lady Melisandre. Attracted by the stench of scorching bones, she serves King Aerys' every need – both spiritual and personal. With magic – he is soothed; with magic – he lives a little longer, just enough for what needs be to come to pass.
And what that is the crown Prince and Princess, selected by Aerys in contravention of laws, gods, and men. Rhaegar's son – he who for the realm was lost – Aemon. And his aunt-wife, Daenerys, married in the custom of the Targaryens. Kept deep in the Red Keep – who knows what Promise they hold?
Here is the darkness – whence comes the dawn?
Figures of Note
King Aerys II Targaryen.
His Wife, Rhaella Targaryen
Melisandre, the King's Confessor, and her minions: Wisdoms Rossart and Belis, Thoros of Myr
The betrothed heirs to the throne: Aemon, son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, and Daenerys, called "Stormborn".
Hand of the King: Tywin Lannister; and his creatures, called the "Small Council": Grand Maester Pycelle, Master of Coin Tyrion Lannister, Master of Laws Emmon Frey, Master of Ships Monford Velaryon
The Kingsguard, all silent now: Lord Commander Barristan Selmy, Oswell Whent, Arthur Dayne, Loras Tyrell, Richard Lonmouth
Courtiers of varying significance: Myles Mooton, Qarlton Chelsted, Tanda Stokeworth, Willem Darry, Gyles Rosby.
The King's Hostage-Trophies: Robb "Snow", Theon Greyjoy.
RAIN AND RAGE: THE STORMLANDS
The tempest always breaks upon the cliffs.
No man loves a twisted reflection, and so Aerys threw Viserys aside. Too mad, too proud; too eager for burnings and death. That is only for the King to enjoy. So, the Prince was punished by being made a punishment. He governs the most restive Lords; Robert's land, Robert's castle, Robert's bed.
He has no friends; he is exiled from his House. So good Viserys is ever the charming host; throws lavish galas and yearly tourneys, tries to make someone, anyone love him. His wife did not meet the test – and to Myr she was sent back in a casket. There is his daughter too – but he too will have to leave her alone, and so neglects her to prepare her for that day.
Sons can never forgive their fathers.
Figures of Note
Viserys Targaryen, Lord of the Stormlands; his daughter Visenya.
Beric Dondarrion, Silveraxe Fell, Jon Connington (still in exile from court), Casper Wylde, Shyra Errol.
MUD AND SHIT: THE RIVERLANDS
A marriage is not a victory march.
The least functional coupling in Westeros – a very competitive list – can be found in Riverrun. There, Lord Frey is awarded for his late betrayal of the Rebellion with a wife and family that can't wait for his demise. Under his beady-eyed guidance, the stoats of the Crossing fuck and fight – and betray, and betray, and betray.
That is family; duty and honor have gone to die. The last of the Trout is trapped in bedlam, but in her own madness, scares the others off. There is only her son left to her, in her home that has become her hell.
Blood is thicker than water.
Figures of Note
Walder Frey, and his wife, Lysa Tully; their only son, Aerys, small and sickly.
An endless number of Freys, the most notable being Stevron, Ryman, "Black" Walder, "Lame" Lothar, Aegon "Bloodborn" "Fat" Walda, "Thin" Walda, "White" Walda, "Big" Walder, "Little" Walder, Perwyn, Benfrey, Olyvar, Amerei (married to Patrek Mallister) and Roslin.
Shella Whent, Tytos Blackwood, Jonos Bracken – major lords and ladies of the Riverlands.
GOLD AND GRIEF: THE WESTERLANDS
A coin for a kiss?
Love lays low in the lands of the sunset, where the War of the Wombs was just the start. Aerys was sure to reward Tywin as he deserved; a discarded son for a servant's daughter. Mismatched in age, in purpose, in temperament, the Light of the West and the Silver Heir are the oddest of couples, united only by a son – one Jaehaerys Targaryen, with green eyes and golden hair.
But Cersei's venom is not only for her groom. Jamie sits in the Rock, where the white cloak binds him only in his heart. But he now must play the high lord's son and has a wife befitting his station. But it brings him no pleasure – and neither does much else - especially after the loss of a son.
All that glitters is not gold.
Figures of Note
Jamie Lannister, heir to the West, his wife, Lynesse Hightower, and their children – Myrcella, who yet lives, and Tommen, who was found drowned in a well.
Cersei Lannister, her husband Aegon Targaryen, and their child, Jaehaerys.
Addam Marbrand, Quenten Banefort – notable Lords of the West.
Sandor Clegane, Joy Hill; other notable members of the Rock's household.
RUST AND SALT: THE IRON ISLES
Metal bends before it breaks.
Like father, like son, Greyjoy after Greyjoy rose in ill-advised rebellion. But Aerys was not the type to forgive and forget. In the resulting invasion, it was assured there would be no more squid-Kings – for there were to be no more squids.
The Hand, as always, was left to clean up the charred remains. And in his kindness – for his House – he made a king of a boy who was forced to rule where his father died. He has not taken to it well – to say the least – and his burgeoning faith does little to dissuade the reaver-risings that pop like embers now and again.
And the Crow's Eye watches and waits.
Figures of Note
Lancel Lannister, child-Lord of the Iron Islands; his wife Gysella Goodbrother; his mother Dorna Swyft, his brother Willem squire to Devan Lannister.
Lyle Crakehall, Baelor Blacktyde, Rodrik Harlaw; notable Lords of the Isles.
Euron Greyjoy, last seen far abroad.
Norjen and Rus: dissident Drowned Men.
FAITH AND FLOWERS: THE REACH
The bloom wilts slowly – and then all at once.
A Lord Paramount was nothing much to lose in the Rebellion, but Aerys' reign had only just begun. His open worship of the Burning God made an enemy of the Faith, who's rebellion waxed in the fertile lands of the West. A thousand pyres lit, and all that remains are ashes. Oldtown sacked, the gallant laid low, and madness reigning anew.
So, a lonely cripple rules the embers, with only thorns for company. His vassals squabble incessantly over ruined homestands and salted fields. And in the dark and lonely places, some last few sing to the skies, lead by a lady with a heart of stone.
Who do the dammed pray to?
Figures of Note
Willas "the Wise" Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Mander; his mother, Alerie Hightower, and their grandmother, Olenna Redwyne.
Randyll Tary, Malora Hightower, Orton Merryweather, notable Lords and Ladies of the Reach.
The High Septon, exiled to Oldtown.
Bonifer Hasty, Tom of Sevenstreams, Arys Oakheart, Septa Unella, "the Maid of the Mander," Septa Catelyn [Tully]; leaders of the Brotherhood of the Stars.
SKIN AND BONE: THE NORTH
Bled white – and cut deeper still.
Lord Bolton won the North by his betrayal; a vampire, fat on Stark blood. Winterfell was his for the taking and by Aerys' decree, a wolf bride too: Branda Stark, made a quick widow. Now, near two decades since – where once the heart of rebellion roared – there is a peaceful land, a quiet people. But there are a great deal more monsters in the dark.
Perhaps among them are the Leech Lord's spawn, who both killed their mothers. But the subtle Domeric and the wilful Lysara, despite their ghost-grey eyes, resemble to most two lost. Though their bones may be scorched and scattered, the Quiet Wolf and the Wolf Maid seem to live on.
But they are not the only remnants preserved in Northern frosts. At the Wall, where wildlings gather, fleeing from impossible phantoms, a broken dream yet lives. Here, those who lost most to Robert's folly make new brotherhood in the ruins of the old; Lord Commander Benjen Stark presides over his kingdom of orphans, Trout and Stag by his side. They are the survivors and cursed to be again as night falls.
So dies the flayed kingdom, without anything to keep out the cold.
Figures of Note
Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
Lysara and Domeric Bolton, married to Alys Karstark, Heirs to the North.
Ramsay Snow, Bastard of the Dreadfort, kept on a tight leash.
Hother Umber, Wylis Manderly, Barbery Dustin, Rodrick Ryswell, Jorah Mormont, Rickard Karstark; the strongest Lords and Ladies of the North.
Lord Howland Reed, of Greywater Watch, his wife, Jyana, and his children, Meera and Jojen.
Lord Commander Benjen Stark, Edmure Tully, and Renly Baratheon, Samwell Tarly, Greatjon Umber, Dolorous Edd, Cortnay Penrose, Maester Aemon, Sworn Brothers of the Night's Watch.
Mance Rayder, The King-Beyond-the-Wall, currently at the Wall.
STONE AND SILENCE: THE VALE
The avalanche fell, and none are willing to dig for survivors.
Lord Isembard (Gulltown) Arryn rules his perfect port, a fat fool with a stupider son – Marq, after his uncle dead by the Usurper. But the true beneficiary of the prosperity of the white city – its star rising as the capital's falls – is one Petyr Baelish. The merchants answer to him, as do the captains and the teamsters; a network of bribes and back-patting that stretches across the Seven Kingdoms.
But for every coin counted a drop of blood spills. For the new Arryns' neglect is not so benign for the rest of their kingdom. The Eyrie sits ruined, taken as a prize by Aerys. And so is the Vale itself, the Mountain Clans rampant. The proud nobility of the ancient peaks refused respect to merchants' sons, who paid that back tenfold. And so Painted Dogs and Stone Crows ride more freely than knights.
And the Mockingbird sings, burning gold to keep warm.
Figures of Note
Petyr Baelish, called "Littlefinger".
His charges, Mya Stone and Gendry Waters, kept in a house in Gulltown, ignorant of their heritage.
Isembard Arryn, Defender of the Vale; his wife, Mara Grafton, and his heir, Marq Arryn; their cousins Gerold and Gyles Grafton.
Lyn Cobray, Knight of the Bloody Gate.
"Bronze" Yohn Royce; Morton Waynwood; Horton Redfort; Symond Templeton; Benedar Belmore; Harlan Hunter, the strongest of the Lords of the Vale.
Timett, Shagga, and Chella – major leaders of the Mountain Clans.
SAND AND VENOM: DORNE
It was all for nothing.
The war was won by Dornish spears, but the sun set all the same. Rhaegar had already ruined Elia, and Aerys, as was his wont, poured salt in the wound, casting her and daughter into the dark and cold. She did not survive the journey home, and neither did her family the vengeance. The Viper bit the Red Priestess, who crushed the snakes underfoot.
Doran sits broken in the Water Gardens, while the oranges rot on the vine. Brother readies against sister; to wait and hide and live – or burn bright and glorious, as a solar dragon only can – even if they might be snuffed out.
Who are you avenging?
Figures of Note
Doran Martell, Prince of Dorne, at the Water Gardens, with Areo Hotah.
His daughter, Arianne Martell, and her faction: Gerold Dayne "Darkstar"; Daemon Sand, the surviving Sand Snakes, Tyene, Sarella and Elia, Andrey and Deziel Dalt, Sylva Santagar.
His son, Quentyn Martell, and his faction: Lord Anders and Cletus Yronwood, Gerris Drinkwater, William Wells, Lady Ashara Dayne.
Rhaenys Targaryen.
Welcome to DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS, an ASOIAF Riot Quest.
This will follow the fate of a much worse Westeros through the Second War for the Dawn. Book canon governs, not show.
Mechanics are simple. Each "chapter", every voter may select a character, a motive force, and the nature of their intervention. These votes will then be reflected in the following chapter by affecting the characters, who will be selected randomly from those voted to be intervened upon – five per "chapter".
Characters may be selected from any of those mentioned above. If there is one not listed you nonetheless want to select, that is possible, but please @ me to confirm that character exists in the new timeline. Motive forces and nature are listed below. Please vote by individual plan.
Example vote:
[X] Making Things Worse
- [X] Aerys II
- [X] Dragon Dreams
- [X] A blessing.
Motive Forces
[] The Old Gods and the Three-Eyed Crow
Stream and tree and stone.
[] The Seven-Who-Are-One
Crystals, incense, song.
[] The Drowned God
What is dead may never die.
[] R'hllor
Light is warmth is life.
[] Dragon Dreams
Madness and greatness.
[] Chance
Luck, be my lady tonight!
Your Motive
[] A blessing.
[] A curse.
Genuinely cursed timeline btw. Like Asoiaf: TNO cursed
Chimeraguard
We do deserve to exist.
[X] Blood Money's Price
-[X] Tywin Lannister
-[X] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[X] A curse.
Fun fact: When you look at the ASOIAF history, it really does feel like Westeros has a fairly significant tradition of religiously charged popular uprisings. It won't happen right away...but this is a good start.
-[X] Tywin Lannister
-[X] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[X] A curse.
Fun fact: When you look at the ASOIAF history, it really does feel like Westeros has a fairly significant tradition of religiously charged popular uprisings. It won't happen right away...but this is a good start.
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X] The Faith Renewed
-[x] The High Septon
-[x] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[x] A blessing.
-[x] The High Septon
-[x] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[x] A blessing.
[X] You know nothing Snow
-[X] Robb "Snow"
-[X] Chance
-[X] A blessing.
-[X] Robb "Snow"
-[X] Chance
-[X] A blessing.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] finger of the stranger
-[X]Petyr Baelish
-[X]The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[X]A blessing.
-[X]Petyr Baelish
-[X]The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[X]A blessing.
[X]Lion Squid, Lion Squid, LION SQUID
-[X] Lancel Lannister
-[X] The Drowned God
-[X] A blessing
I'd love to see a proper Lannister Ironborn king, so Lancel gets this little gift from the Drowned God.
I do worry that it'll case a rift between him and his mother (who's a very devour follower of the Seven), cause if Kevan is to be believed, she's very sweet and kind and probably really dislikes living on the Iron Islands, so adding familial strife on top of that feels a bit mean. Still, I'm too tempted by the possibility of getting Reaver-King Lancel to not do it.
On another note, shouldn't Lancel be an adult by now? The wiki says he's born 282 AC, so if it's 300 AC he should be 17 or 18 if I'm not horrendously wrong.
-[X] Lancel Lannister
-[X] The Drowned God
-[X] A blessing
I'd love to see a proper Lannister Ironborn king, so Lancel gets this little gift from the Drowned God.
I do worry that it'll case a rift between him and his mother (who's a very devour follower of the Seven), cause if Kevan is to be believed, she's very sweet and kind and probably really dislikes living on the Iron Islands, so adding familial strife on top of that feels a bit mean. Still, I'm too tempted by the possibility of getting Reaver-King Lancel to not do it.
On another note, shouldn't Lancel be an adult by now? The wiki says he's born 282 AC, so if it's 300 AC he should be 17 or 18 if I'm not horrendously wrong.
Deadly Snark
Tryhard As Fuck
[X]Ashes and Scars
-[X]Sandor Clegane
-[X]R'hllor
-[X]A Blessing
-[X]Sandor Clegane
-[X]R'hllor
-[X]A Blessing
First turn and everybody give blessings, But I'm already see a lot of curses in future from people angry for death of their favorite characters
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X]Lion Squid, Lion Squid, LION SQUID
-[X] Lancel Lannister
-[X] The Drowned God
-[X] A blessing
-[X] Lancel Lannister
-[X] The Drowned God
-[X] A blessing
Not true...someone gave Tywin a curse. Though I suppose that's a blessing for everyone else.
Exactly mister, exactly.
Aquadragon10
The Lord of the First Flame
- Location
- Canada
[X] The Faith Renewed
-[x] The High Septon
-[x] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[x] A blessing.
-[x] The High Septon
-[x] The Seven-Who-Are-One
-[x] A blessing.