Considering we stole jamie from her, and it looks like we are gonna topple everything, likely including the bond between the two....
Not really suprised
Lyrics said:
At least Jamie will be much happier
Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
- Thread starter Magoose
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Not really suprised
At least Jamie will be much happier
- Location
- Ohio
it must be very prestigious for them to successfully take down a dragon, and probably prestigious for a dragonrider to take down a famous hunter as well. I could imagine centuries of trophies and mementos, of weapons, armor, dragon skulls, and so on.
- Location
- Arcadia
Ah, yes, Cersei's reaction to learning what Jaime has been doing all this time, the one he now serves, was probably no less explosive than Tywin's. While she is in King's Landing, out of Tyrion's reach, I suppose Tyrion can always take pleasure in needling Tywin about Jaime's life choices.
Magoose
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Correct.
in fact, there's a bit of a respect between all involved.
Mostly because of Daemon the rouge Prince and Corlys Velyreon did to the Stepstones.
Another Life Another World 1
Magoose
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Another Life Another World 1:
(Aerys POV)
You felt the cold wind on your face, as you looked out into the distance, watching the Blackwater Rush slowly flow into the ocean. Beyond that, if you were high above in the Dragon Keep of Aegon's Fortress, you could sometimes see the hint of smoke, rising above from the Dragonmount.
It was one of those days you were glad that peace reigned through the lands of Westeros. You could not handle another war… not after losing Rhaegar to the Stormlord's… monster, Robert.
He looked down at the courtyard. His children, grandchildren, and wards were practicing their archery.
All of them were… well, none of them were Aemon when it came to the bow… or Gallerion when it came to banter.
"Come on Egg, pull the string back a little bit more, and than bring that arm up." Aemon stated.
Rhaegar's bastard was… conflicting to look at. Black of hair, grey of eyes… he never said a word about his mother when you inquired before he left, because he did not even remember her. Dayne, the Wandering Star, the Sword of the Morning, had brought him here after Rhaegar died when news reached him in Dorne.
But he was a good man and a good friend to his family. He suspected he might grant him a lordship, or command of the City Watch of Aegon's Landing or even the Refuge. He deserved responsibility for his hard work. He may not be wearing the name, but he was Rhaegar's blood, through and through.
The arrow loosed, but it was not from Aegon. Immediately you knew exactly who it was. "Rhaenys!" Aegon protested at his sister curtsied to him.
There was laughter among the children, as they realized what had happened. "Oh come now." You raised your voice to silence them. "Rhaenys. It's not your turn to practice archery."
"Yes, Grandfather." She replied.
You turned around to face Elia Martell, walking with a helper, and a cane. "You are far too lenient with her." She stated.
"Would you rather she be with her aunt?" You replied with a grin.
"I would rather she study her history," Elia stated. "She needs to be a good lady, as well as able to defend herself."
"She's still young, and she has more than capable in caring for herself. A match will follow." You stated. "As much as the rest of the realm distrust her, she wears the name proudly."
Elia huffed. "I will never understand you Valyrian's and you're lienecey with your daughters."
"Would you rather she be fucking her brother?" the grin you gave made her roll her eyes in disgust.
"Do not throw that around… that was our deal." She stated.
"She will be wed to a suitable husband." You replied. "A Frey Perhaps?"
That set her off. "For all the gods, no Frey's."
You smiled. "Than give me time to find a match. There is no shortage in this world."
That was when a dragon roared, and you looked up to see the blue scaled dragon flying overhead.
Nearly missing the keep.
"By the fourteen!" You swore. "Those two fuckers better not have damaged the pens! It's hard enough to repair the pens!" You then began to storm off. "They better not have killed my sheep!"
"Aerys, we don't have sheep," Elia stated, concerned. "You raise pigs."
That was when you realized your slip… It was happening again. Misremembering things again. "I know what I meant."
It was time to deal with the Valyreon brothers.
You hoped they had news of Viserys.
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Addam smiled as he saw you. "See, a perfect landing!" He stated as he jumped down, armor on, sword to the side. "Hello, you're Grace!" He bowed.
Alyn joined his brother, wearing fine silks, blue, and white and tall leather boots. "King Aerys." He bowed.
"You tow fuckers know about flying from the east?" You growled.
"To circle to the south, so the banners would raise?" Addam replied sheepishly. "To tell you a Dragon comes?"
"Yes… do you know why we do that?" You growled again.
"To prevent surprises and property damage?" Alyn replied.
"To prevent surprises and property damage!" You parroted. "You could have destroyed the Pigpen!"
Alyn scratched his head. "Sorry your grace."
You sighed. "Learn from this. And I will not send you for a night in the dungeon." You were being awfully merciful to those two… Viserys' companions were… annoying.
The two brothers bowed their heads in shame. "Now, tell me… what news of Viserys?" you asked. "Is he coming home from his tour?"
"Yes." Addam stated. "He sent us with this message." He handed over a large parchment. "He's sorry it didn't come sooner."
You sighed. You were getting too old for this shit… worrying about your children when you had grandchildren to dot and a kingdom to run.
You took the scroll and opened it, reading its contents as you took it from them, hoping to hear about great treasures…
You dropped it in fear.
AN: Enjoy.
(Aerys POV)
You felt the cold wind on your face, as you looked out into the distance, watching the Blackwater Rush slowly flow into the ocean. Beyond that, if you were high above in the Dragon Keep of Aegon's Fortress, you could sometimes see the hint of smoke, rising above from the Dragonmount.
It was one of those days you were glad that peace reigned through the lands of Westeros. You could not handle another war… not after losing Rhaegar to the Stormlord's… monster, Robert.
He looked down at the courtyard. His children, grandchildren, and wards were practicing their archery.
All of them were… well, none of them were Aemon when it came to the bow… or Gallerion when it came to banter.
"Come on Egg, pull the string back a little bit more, and than bring that arm up." Aemon stated.
Rhaegar's bastard was… conflicting to look at. Black of hair, grey of eyes… he never said a word about his mother when you inquired before he left, because he did not even remember her. Dayne, the Wandering Star, the Sword of the Morning, had brought him here after Rhaegar died when news reached him in Dorne.
But he was a good man and a good friend to his family. He suspected he might grant him a lordship, or command of the City Watch of Aegon's Landing or even the Refuge. He deserved responsibility for his hard work. He may not be wearing the name, but he was Rhaegar's blood, through and through.
The arrow loosed, but it was not from Aegon. Immediately you knew exactly who it was. "Rhaenys!" Aegon protested at his sister curtsied to him.
There was laughter among the children, as they realized what had happened. "Oh come now." You raised your voice to silence them. "Rhaenys. It's not your turn to practice archery."
"Yes, Grandfather." She replied.
You turned around to face Elia Martell, walking with a helper, and a cane. "You are far too lenient with her." She stated.
"Would you rather she be with her aunt?" You replied with a grin.
"I would rather she study her history," Elia stated. "She needs to be a good lady, as well as able to defend herself."
"She's still young, and she has more than capable in caring for herself. A match will follow." You stated. "As much as the rest of the realm distrust her, she wears the name proudly."
Elia huffed. "I will never understand you Valyrian's and you're lienecey with your daughters."
"Would you rather she be fucking her brother?" the grin you gave made her roll her eyes in disgust.
"Do not throw that around… that was our deal." She stated.
"She will be wed to a suitable husband." You replied. "A Frey Perhaps?"
That set her off. "For all the gods, no Frey's."
You smiled. "Than give me time to find a match. There is no shortage in this world."
That was when a dragon roared, and you looked up to see the blue scaled dragon flying overhead.
Nearly missing the keep.
"By the fourteen!" You swore. "Those two fuckers better not have damaged the pens! It's hard enough to repair the pens!" You then began to storm off. "They better not have killed my sheep!"
"Aerys, we don't have sheep," Elia stated, concerned. "You raise pigs."
That was when you realized your slip… It was happening again. Misremembering things again. "I know what I meant."
It was time to deal with the Valyreon brothers.
You hoped they had news of Viserys.
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Addam smiled as he saw you. "See, a perfect landing!" He stated as he jumped down, armor on, sword to the side. "Hello, you're Grace!" He bowed.
Alyn joined his brother, wearing fine silks, blue, and white and tall leather boots. "King Aerys." He bowed.
"You tow fuckers know about flying from the east?" You growled.
"To circle to the south, so the banners would raise?" Addam replied sheepishly. "To tell you a Dragon comes?"
"Yes… do you know why we do that?" You growled again.
"To prevent surprises and property damage?" Alyn replied.
"To prevent surprises and property damage!" You parroted. "You could have destroyed the Pigpen!"
Alyn scratched his head. "Sorry your grace."
You sighed. "Learn from this. And I will not send you for a night in the dungeon." You were being awfully merciful to those two… Viserys' companions were… annoying.
The two brothers bowed their heads in shame. "Now, tell me… what news of Viserys?" you asked. "Is he coming home from his tour?"
"Yes." Addam stated. "He sent us with this message." He handed over a large parchment. "He's sorry it didn't come sooner."
You sighed. You were getting too old for this shit… worrying about your children when you had grandchildren to dot and a kingdom to run.
You took the scroll and opened it, reading its contents as you took it from them, hoping to hear about great treasures…
You dropped it in fear.
Dear Father,
The Eagles have broken the Truce, and flying south, through Lys.
Prepare.
Viserys.
The Eagles have broken the Truce, and flying south, through Lys.
Prepare.
Viserys.
AN: Enjoy.
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Beware the Dialogue that Spews Forth!~
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[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
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[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than totalobeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
Ebanu8
Emperor of the Downtrodden
- Location
- Singapore
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
- Location
- Pee Pee Poo Poo
[X] "He must be executed. His crimes are too many and too heinous. If I were to send him to the Wall, he'd no doubt go beyond it and unite the Free Folk. I am sorry, Stannis, but he must be stopped before his madness destroys the Seven Kingdoms."
Tywin is next on the chopping block.
Tywin is next on the chopping block.
- Location
- Arcadia
I hope this answer will be satisfactory for Stannis.
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than totalobeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than totalobeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
- Location
- Bulgaria
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
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probably should put something here...
- Location
- somewhere in France
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
[X] An answer for an answer, Stannis: knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust ... knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love?To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humour his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him? There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop. Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown. If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you. But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last, if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath. Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them. If I do nothing, if I leave Robert on the Throne to do his will, my peoples' blood and tears fall upon my hands, too. I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him.
My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?
Viserys XXIII: A Duty
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Viserys XXIII: A Duty
You took a breath, a simple breath. You had an idea of what Stannis might have needed. You were just… unsure how the words would go. There was something that you just could not understand.
Stannis was a man who, above all else, seemed to be guided by duty, and logic. But you knew that was a lie. A falsehood. He was a man like all others, with emotions, and biases… something that you took into consideration, as you spoke.
"An answer for an answer, Lord Stannis:" You started. Stannis' eyes widened, and he gave you his full attention. "knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust. knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love? To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humor his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him?"
You stopped, leaning against the wall, to let the words sink in. But you spoke again, to stop him from speaking, as you continued. "There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop." Stannis looked away, not bare to look at you. "Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?"
Stannis nodded, there was an ill omen, washing over him, as he began to think. Finally, he said. "And what of you Viserys… are you attempting to gain the throne for you're own gain, and revenge?
"You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown." The words, somehow, hit harder then you anticipated. "If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you."
You looked around. This was what you had hoped for. Adventure. Wealth, power, on you're own terms. Gained by your efforts and ability. "But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath."
It was true. More than once, you had to comfort Dany when her nightmares grew to the point of paranoid hysteria and telling her that you were okay… that no one was there to hurt you.
"Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening, and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. " You stated. "No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them."
You ached for your home, for Dragonstone, the Dragonmount… You remembered the promise your mother made you swear, to protect Dany. Her ghost in your dreams, asking you to do what is right. "I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him."
You sighed, looking away, to the sky and the horizon beyond the city. "My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is the natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?"
Stannis' face was not in your view, but you knew exactly what was going on through his mind.
He was truly thinking through his options, and the words you have spoken.
Perhaps he knew that there was truth to them… and was just to afraid to admit it… But that thought was preposterous.
Stannis was a man of duty. He knew what was to be done, for that duty to be done. Whether that duty was to his brother, or to his people, was up to him.
"My responsibility is to my people… no exiled and aimless." Stannis than sighed. He bowed to you. "I will follow you King Viserys."
"I thought you would want the task of kingship?" You asked.
"I wouldn't be a good king. My presence would invite disorder, hatred, and disrespect to the Iron Throne." He stated. "And replacing one Userper with another… Westeros might not survive the transition. Not intact not whole… and most certainly a place that would survive my death."
"Than arise Lord Stannis." You offered a hand. "I accept your oath." You then took his hand. "Thank you."
"Do not thank me yet, your grace." He stated. "We still have a long journey ahead of us." You nodded. "Enjoy the party your grace." He then walked away, towards a woman and her child… his family.
You wanted to say something more, but were silent.
You decided it would be best to enjoy this party. Let Stannis enjoy his family.
Who do you talk to/ What do you do?:
[]Dance: You want to dance with the women of this great city.
[]The Princess of the East: There is a princess of Yi-Ti here… perhaps you can engage in pleasantries and conversations.
[]The True Valyrian: The woman swayed into your sight, and damn near dominated your attention. She demanded it, and you were oh, so interested in that great mystery.
[]The Sunny Snake: Arianne? She's here in the city? When? How? And how did she slip through your notice?
[]Dany the Dame: Dany has written a song for you. To celebrate your victory over Euron Greayjoy.
[]The Greatest Knight Alive: Jaime is enjoying his new status as a living legend.
[]The Basilisk's Reward: Beshka is drunk… you best stop her from starting a Brawl.
[]The Exiled Brothers: The Velyrons? They're here? When did they arrive… and why are there only three of them?
AN: Enjoy.
You took a breath, a simple breath. You had an idea of what Stannis might have needed. You were just… unsure how the words would go. There was something that you just could not understand.
Stannis was a man who, above all else, seemed to be guided by duty, and logic. But you knew that was a lie. A falsehood. He was a man like all others, with emotions, and biases… something that you took into consideration, as you spoke.
"An answer for an answer, Lord Stannis:" You started. Stannis' eyes widened, and he gave you his full attention. "knowing what he has done and has had done, to my family and to countless others guilty of no higher crime than passably looking like me and Rhaegar; knowing what he does in the face of any slight, any dispute, any questioning, anything less than total obeisance and prostration; knowing his vices and vitriol leave the Seven Kingdoms in the hands of a man embodying all the worst men of our blood into one -- Maegor's cruelty and wrath, Aegon the Unworthy's gluttony and avarice, Aerys' fury, madness and bloodlust. knowing all this: would you chance him ever returning to power? Chance his malice to rain down upon those you love? To unleashing his wrath tenfold upon those highborn or low who did not sufficiently humor his whims or, gods save them, any poor souls that stood against him?"
You stopped, leaning against the wall, to let the words sink in. But you spoke again, to stop him from speaking, as you continued. "There are men you can save, Stannis, and there are men you have to stop." Stannis looked away, not bare to look at you. "Robert crossed the line between them long ago, and wades ever deeper at every opportunity. He is in so far in blood that sin plucks on sin. Yesterday he butchers the Ironborn, today descendants of Valyria ... who is tomorrow?"
Stannis nodded, there was an ill omen, washing over him, as he began to think. Finally, he said. "And what of you Viserys… are you attempting to gain the throne for you're own gain, and revenge?
"You know of me, now, Stannis, know who I am and what I am. I have no love for power or thirst for a hollow crown." The words, somehow, hit harder then you anticipated. "If none of this had happened, I could have lived out my life in Essos as Valarr Vaeltigar: peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I was never meant for the Throne, and if you cannot tell by now how far I am from the wanting of it, no words of mine will persuade you."
You looked around. This was what you had hoped for. Adventure. Wealth, power, on you're own terms. Gained by your efforts and ability. "But every dawn, my sister, my nephew, my distant kin in Westeros wonder if it will be their last if they are to be sacrificed to Robert's rage and wrath."
It was true. More than once, you had to comfort Dany when her nightmares grew to the point of paranoid hysteria and telling her that you were okay… that no one was there to hurt you.
"Every dusk, lords fear what riders may come to take something more from them to sate Robert's desires. Every night, ladies cry themselves to sleep fearing what might be done to them or their children for some imagined slight or demanded hostage. Morning, evening, and night, my people weep, my people bleed, my people fear what the next hour may bring. " You stated. "No one has risen to stop him, no one can rise to stop him, unless I stand before them, with them, for them."
You ached for your home, for Dragonstone, the Dragonmount… You remembered the promise your mother made you swear, to protect Dany. Her ghost in your dreams, asking you to do what is right. "I have to stop him, because if I cannot then no one can, and if I do not then no one will. No one else can stop him, and nothing less than death will stop him; he will never express remorse or regret, he will never back down, he will never surrender, and he will never stop. I must lead the stand against him and I must end him."
You sighed, looking away, to the sky and the horizon beyond the city. "My duty, my responsibility is to my family and to my people, to see them safe and free; to see the darkness of this time, and the previous time it is the natural heir to, meet its end; to see the light of wisdom and the flame of truth return to my homeland, a new era for sanity and peace. What is yours, Stannis?"
Stannis' face was not in your view, but you knew exactly what was going on through his mind.
He was truly thinking through his options, and the words you have spoken.
Perhaps he knew that there was truth to them… and was just to afraid to admit it… But that thought was preposterous.
Stannis was a man of duty. He knew what was to be done, for that duty to be done. Whether that duty was to his brother, or to his people, was up to him.
"My responsibility is to my people… no exiled and aimless." Stannis than sighed. He bowed to you. "I will follow you King Viserys."
"I thought you would want the task of kingship?" You asked.
"I wouldn't be a good king. My presence would invite disorder, hatred, and disrespect to the Iron Throne." He stated. "And replacing one Userper with another… Westeros might not survive the transition. Not intact not whole… and most certainly a place that would survive my death."
"Than arise Lord Stannis." You offered a hand. "I accept your oath." You then took his hand. "Thank you."
"Do not thank me yet, your grace." He stated. "We still have a long journey ahead of us." You nodded. "Enjoy the party your grace." He then walked away, towards a woman and her child… his family.
You wanted to say something more, but were silent.
You decided it would be best to enjoy this party. Let Stannis enjoy his family.
Who do you talk to/ What do you do?:
[]Dance: You want to dance with the women of this great city.
[]The Princess of the East: There is a princess of Yi-Ti here… perhaps you can engage in pleasantries and conversations.
[]The True Valyrian: The woman swayed into your sight, and damn near dominated your attention. She demanded it, and you were oh, so interested in that great mystery.
[]The Sunny Snake: Arianne? She's here in the city? When? How? And how did she slip through your notice?
[]Dany the Dame: Dany has written a song for you. To celebrate your victory over Euron Greayjoy.
[]The Greatest Knight Alive: Jaime is enjoying his new status as a living legend.
[]The Basilisk's Reward: Beshka is drunk… you best stop her from starting a Brawl.
[]The Exiled Brothers: The Velyrons? They're here? When did they arrive… and why are there only three of them?
AN: Enjoy.
- Location
- Under a Rock
Alright. We have Stannis. We have Jaime. Ned is available for the price of asking. The Iron Islands can probably be swayed.
I think our strategy is to wait for a few years to get our dragon up to size, while forging ties with Dorne.
I think our strategy is to wait for a few years to get our dragon up to size, while forging ties with Dorne.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we got the Mannis on our side!
ShipShipShipShipSHIP!!!
[X]The Exiled Brothers: The Velyrons? They're here? When did they arrive… and why are there only three of them?
EDIT: Changed my Vote.
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