Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest

[Rambling]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

Viserys is a top-tier bullshitter and can bluff his way out if things go tits up, and this conversation has the chance to reveal something to us (such as his connection to Varys or even potentially Aegon.)

 

[Cyberphilosipher]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Erumpet]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[meri47]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

It's time for a nice game of "I know you know that you know I know" over wine and finger foods. Though I'd like to see what we can get out of Illyrio. Or possibly just kill him outright. I'm not sure that it'll be safe to eat the food though.

Does Viserys have hard evidence that he's connected to Varys? Does Viserys even know Varys's name, or is it just "The Usurpers Master of Whispers" and not anyone specific?

 

[Magoose]

Does Viserys even know Varys's name, or is it just "The Usurpers Master of Whispers" and not anyone specific?

Click to shrink...

Viserys knows about Varys by name.

He may have been young, but he memorized the names of the men in Aerys council.

Mostly because he wants to know who may have betrayed his father.

 

[Gigaplex]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

You've been hit by a smooth criminal.

@Magoose You mistyped roles as rolls. Even though thats correct in a sense.

 

[KnightDisciple]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Ebanu8]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Ptolemy]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

This seems like the most interesting option, and will allow us to leverage our intrigue skills a lot.

 

[Stardust&Scotch]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

My inner firebug is sorely tempted, but it's the most obvious and natural role for V

 

[Magoose]

Also, I had a nice vacation and am hoping to get back into the swing of things.

 

[stuckunderwater]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Zorakov]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Modus_Tollens]

Old Unsullied are generally falling apart, a mess of psychological traumas and imbalances. They have, and will never have, anything: Not family, not honor or personal name, not a worthy cause, not the indulgences of the flesh. But you should never count on them all being old.

They die and are replaced, or they change hands as a way of clearing debts or just repurchased from the estate because the last owner contracted a bad case of death. If even one of them is only a few years from their manufacture just by happenstance...

Well, its a good thing they are loyal to a whip and not a man. Whips can be stolen.

 

[Swedish15]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Magoose]

The Prince of Planetos: An MCU Plotbunny

The Portal that had engulfed you was fueled by the death of Aegon, and every man of the Golden Company… Euron had finally done it… he had ended the world.

But he could not kill you. No… he had decided it would be better to live… to witness the great catastrophe.

However, he had not counted on the portal moving on its own and swallowing you whole.

The fall was not the thing that you feared, that was secondary to the entire world of darkness, a wonderful collage of lights and nothingness that was below. No, you had survived the Doom of Valyria, a fall to your death was not the thing you feared.

It was the quietness of the whole affair. There was no sound. The rushing of the air was silent. There were no screams, either from yourself, or your companions… nor the dragons that were still growing large, and strong… and able to save you.

Even your Valyrian Steel armor, the most valuable armor in the world, would not protect you from this predicament.

As you scanned your surroundings, what little in the sky you could see illuminated in the sky by the moon and stars, only one thing came to your immediate attention.

You were far away from Jaime, Warrek, Garret... Dany…. The dragons, and any hope of survival.

You were falling to you're doom, and there was nothing you could do about it.

The ground was falling ever closer, and all you could think about was the Gods, and how cruel they were being to you, for your entire life.

First your brother… than your father…

Then your mother, and Ser Willem.

Always taken away from you, with nary a word or chance to help them. You were always so weak, unable to help anyone you cared about, and loved.

Even with Dany, you never could discover just what she was to you, a burden, someone you cared for, and just a clinging dutiful obsession, brought on by the words of your dying mother?

None of those fit her… yet all of them did.

You finally figured it out… at least in some way.

She was your sister… family, and someone you cared for.

The answer swirled through your mind, and you smiled at the answer… accepting it.

That was what your final thought would be. An answer to a question you could never quite answer.

And you closed your eyes and waited for the end to come.

You felt nothing as your body smashed into the ground.
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You awoke, and your eyes fluttered open. Your body was in pain, but not a great amount. Your legs were… wrapped in bandages, along with another material that you could not identify, but it was holding your legs in place.

A man was waiting for you, dressed in black or dark blues, you could not tell in the light. He looked like a summer islander, his skin ebony, or dark charcoal, you could not really tell. But the most striking thing about him was his sole eye.

He just stared into your eyes, his solitary glare made you shiver in fear. He was a man who was not to be fucked with.

Unlike the Spider, unlike the merchants of Pentos, Lys and Lorath… and Euron Greyjoy in the very beginning, before you drove him to insanity… and bargaining with the greatest evil that you could not possibly comprehend.

One where even dragons could not possibly defeat.

He did not speak like he was waiting for you to speak. You obliged. "<Hello.>" You spoke in Valryrian.

The man shook his head, his sole eye-rolling. "Oh great."

Wait...he spoke Common?

That was… strange, but not impossible.

Or you were finally succumbing to the madness your family was known for, and were just going mad.

"I'm sorry about that… but I didn't exactly know what language to speak." You stated.

The man nodded. "You're name is Viserys Targaryen Correct?"

That made you raise an eyebrow. "Yes?" You replied skeptically. "I hope you will be kind enough to take me to my companions?"

The man nodded. "No. Not until you answer my questions."

You sighed. "I take it those questions involve many questions involving who I am? Where I am from, and discerning without a reasonable doubt that I am sane? And extracting any information out of me that you may deem useful… what word am I looking for, an interrogation?"

The man nodded, impressed. "Something tells me you're used to being in these kinds of situations?"

You nodded. "Well, without my legs broken, in a foreign, strange room, with metal, tile, and machines that I cannot even remotely guess, and a man who, depending on the answer I give… will either have my best interests at heart… or kill me?" Once again, the man nodded, impressed by your deductive reasoning. "May I have a name? Ser?" You asked.

"You can call me Director." The man stated. "Now answer my questions."
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You answered them all, as well as you could, given the circumstances. There were just gaps in your memory that were foggy, the fall, and the pain is far too much for you to concentrate on.

But Directer… Fury was his name? Well, he had seemed to take your answers well and told you you would be able to wait with your comrades.

It was weeks until you actually… finally saw them, your legs fully healed and you were able to stand on you're own two feet again.

But one thing was for certain. You were not on Planetos.

You were in a realm called Earth.

But you were here, together, and alive. Euron was probably dead… so that was something you could handle…

After you mourned the death of everyone you knew and loved.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Alexander Sturnn]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[helios33]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Corvus Black]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[williams1996]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Shapeless Phobos]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[edboy49]

[X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

 

[Ptolemy]

Wow, the vote seems really close! /s

Adhoc vote count started by Ptolemy on May 26, 2020 at 9:28 AM, finished with 24 posts and 20 votes.

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  [X]To Dine with Illyrio: You are going to be the one who dines with Illyrio. Perhaps information can be gained.

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[Magoose]

calling the vote: Dinning with Illyrio wins.

 

[Magoose]

The Prince in Pentos:

You walked towards the great Mase of the Magistrate of Pentos, the man known only to the world of Illyrio. The most powerful man in the city, who was in charge of its governance. Yet now you walked towards that great mase. Hopefully to rob him.

He deserved it of course. He had already stripped Jaime of his liberty once, and there was something to learn in all this.

You were better than everyone else.

The guards however, were not pleased with you trying to barge in. And stopped you from walking in unannounced.

The Unsullied were fat. Their armor was struggling to protect them all, with how big they have become. They stood shaky, their eyes tired, their discipline... Lacking.

Ah… but they recognized you. "Hello." You stated. "I am Valarr Vaeltigar! I wish to speak to the Magistrate of Pentos."

That was when you heard a laugh. "Oh come now men. Let him in." and you saw the very…. Fat man walk towards you, and the gate.

Dressed in black silks, you recognized the mourning wear for those who had lost someone close in their life. "I am sorry to keep you waiting, Valarr." He stated, his mouth catching a word, and replacing it with another. "But as you can see, I am in mourning."

"I understand Magistrate." You stated. "But I hope we can discuss things over dinner."

The man smiled. "Indeed."

Illyrio led you through the great stone mase, pointing out oddities he had added during his stay. You did not listen, not really, you were focused.

"Am I boring you?" Illyrio stated, his voice bringing about your full attention.

You nodded. "Not entirely, unfortunately, seeing the architecture of the known world… makes me long for the unknown. The Doom was many things… but it held great wonder and terror." You replied.

Illyrio nodded. "A man of actions like yourself must be utterly remise of the greatest of the world around him. You would rather dare against it, for-profit, and the thrill of it."

You nodded. "Indeed."

A Look of Insight: 1D100 => 20+65=85 vs 140

You could not… gain anything from looking at the fat man. He was so guarded, even when he knew you wanted something.

He could tell. You could tell, he could tell.

"I amuse you… I apologize." He stated with a smile. "Let us eat some dinner, and we can talk there."

You nodded and followed his lead.
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You sat across the dinner table. The place was filled with food, chicken, roast duck, loaves of bread, cheese, milk, even the finest wines from the Arbor, and Dorne.

You couldn't even describe the great amount of food that was in front of you, for just one man.

It was sickening, making your stomach churn in frustration and disgust.

Though you ate, you ate little, as the man in front of you gorged like a pig.

"I take it my food and diet are not exactly… your style?" Illyrio asked.

"I don't like to partake in a lot of food when I eat." You replied.

You felt a shiver up your spine, a feeling of dread that made your stomach churn, and your heart race. Like a trap was about to be sprung.

Feelings:1D100 => 11+65=76 vs 150

And you were right, but could not escape it.

Illyrio nodded. "I don't like to either Prince Viserys. But I have to put on a show for the rest of the world. After all, they see but a simple man, who has clawed his way into power and has the wisdom to use it for his own gain."

He snapped his fingers and then revealed Garret and Jaime, being dragged into the room.

Fuck. "I know exactly why you are here Prince Viserys… you thought to rob me of what I rightfully own."

You gritted your teeth as the two men were set down at the table, both looking to you as Illyrio smiled.

You raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea who these men are?" You claimed.

That made Illyrio laugh. "Than you will not mind if I… remove their heads in front of you?"

Swords were drawn, but you froze. As the blades were raised to remove heads.

Outburst:1D100 => 97+25=122 vs ???

"Stop!" You exclaimed, jumping out of your seat. "Stop!"

Illyrio smiled, as he raised a hand, and the swords fell onto the table.

You breathed heavily, as you saw Illyrio's hand fall down. "You care for your comrades… an admirable trait." He looked to his Unsullied. "Take him to the sitting room… I want to speak to him privately.

He then looked to the two men he had captured. "Enjoy the dinner gentlemen… I would not stop you from enjoying my hospitality again."
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You sat across from him. "Now, Tell me Viserys… you are a hard man to find." He stated. "Where have you been?"

You nodded. "Around the world." You smiled.

"Viserys, I am going to make things very simple for you. You are going to tell where you have been, who you have been in contact with… or I will torture that information out of you." He demanded.

"Why?" You asked.

"You are not ina position to negotiate." Illyrio stated.

"Hardly. You haven't killed me yet, or my associates, and you are curious about my travels." You replied. "The information I have is valuable. So, we negotiate like civilized men."

Illyrio smiled. "Very well, your grace. It seems you have kings wit… and a king's pragmatism. What is it you like to know?"

What would you like to know:

[]Why did you take Ser Jaime's Book?

[]Why are you so interested in my travels?

[]What is your connection to the Spider?

[]Who is this child, that Lord Jon Connington claims is my Nephew?

[]Write in.

AN: Enjoy.