[X]To the Masters of the Party: The Rogare's are a strange family. They used to rule the entire city centuries ago, before being exiled, and sold into slavery. You want to know how they managed to make a comeback like that… because you have heard absolutely nothing about them.
Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
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[X]To the Masters of the Party: The Rogare's are a strange family. They used to rule the entire city centuries ago, before being exiled, and sold into slavery. You want to know how they managed to make a comeback like that… because you have heard absolutely nothing about them.
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Dany singing. Any song from their world (having been written by her) or another song from this world.
And doing it well.
Song of Lonely Dragons By Marlowe310811
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Actually been working at this ever since the first time you prompted "works of Dany the Dame" -- a fair bit trickier than prose, even if (like me) you're shamelessly stealing a tune and some lyrics from it.
Far over the Narrow Sea they fled
From usurpers, as crowns they shed.
What was before will be once more:
The Seven Kingdoms, by dragons led
Sew their banners beneath the moon
Their words unspoken -- they'll be here soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find them will know the tune.
Old Lion, guilty as sin
And the Stag who smiled on him
Murdered babes, betrayed their kin
Sevens' eyes look down on them, grim
By all, their crimes are known
They will reap the evil they've sown
We'll see all their debts are repaid
And we'll restore the Dragons they betrayed
Now they wander the ancient Freehold
Sought by brigands, for stags of gold
From Dragonstone, to paths unknown
Young prince and princess, you must be bold
They travel far, our rulers true
Looking Westward, each day anew
Their home a thought never forgot
For still they hold their faith in you
Their call will come, we'll stand as one
And bring them home, 'fore Winter's frost
Some names they never forget
Some crimes they cannot forgive
Haven't seen the end of them yet
They'll fight as long as they live
All eyes on the Iron Throne
Pay the price in iron and bone
They'll build up a gathering storm
'Til they claim their long awaiting home
Far away the Lonely Dragons roam
From usurpers, as crowns they shed.
What was before will be once more:
The Seven Kingdoms, by dragons led
Sew their banners beneath the moon
Their words unspoken -- they'll be here soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find them will know the tune.
Old Lion, guilty as sin
And the Stag who smiled on him
Murdered babes, betrayed their kin
Sevens' eyes look down on them, grim
By all, their crimes are known
They will reap the evil they've sown
We'll see all their debts are repaid
And we'll restore the Dragons they betrayed
Now they wander the ancient Freehold
Sought by brigands, for stags of gold
From Dragonstone, to paths unknown
Young prince and princess, you must be bold
They travel far, our rulers true
Looking Westward, each day anew
Their home a thought never forgot
For still they hold their faith in you
Their call will come, we'll stand as one
And bring them home, 'fore Winter's frost
Some names they never forget
Some crimes they cannot forgive
Haven't seen the end of them yet
They'll fight as long as they live
All eyes on the Iron Throne
Pay the price in iron and bone
They'll build up a gathering storm
'Til they claim their long awaiting home
Far away the Lonely Dragons roam
Magoose
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+10 to the rolls. I love it.
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Valarr VI: The Masters of the Party
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Valarr VI: The Masters of the Party
You took a deep breath as you wandered through the party, the dance to the small terrace that was above, overlooking the great party. The two men up there were discussing things, but their words were lost in the sound of music and socializing.
As you walked up the stairs, you saw the guards surround you. "Master Vaeltigar?" one spoke to you in a deep booming voice.
You looked to them, with an annoyed look on your face. "The Masters of the house, wish to meet you."
"Yes, I was going to meet them anyway, but of course, escort me to them." You muttered, annoyed that you were… well, treated, not as a guest, but a bloody object to be ordered around.
Maybe this was how Ser Jaime and Warrek felt when you boss them around… Maybe you should cut down on that, before they cut you down, or threaten to cut you down out of annoyance. Even though you knew, and they knew, that you would plan for their inevitable annoyance and just use it to make them feel like fools when they fail.
Although Warrek didn't deserve it, Ser Jaime deserved a little bit of annoyance.
Later.
The guards were obviously members of the household, but you could not tell if they were slaves, free men, or just thugs hired off the streets for the night.
As you reached the Terrace, the two masters of the house turned to look at you. Both men, who looked similar to each other, twins if you had to guess.
"Thank you Janos, you may leave us." The one on the left spoke, and the guards left. "I take it you know who I am? Master Vaeltigar."
You nodded. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." It was rare for you to be so, but even your network had holes.
"I am Lysaro Rogare." The man on the left stated. "My brother is Lucaedor."
The man on the left nodded, before bowing his head. "I shall take my leave."
There was a nod before the man left, and the guards outside followed him.
"I take you to know the stories of my fabled family?" He asked as you stood next to him, watching the party going on below.
"Only to your fall and exile." You replied sternly. "A question that is most interesting, considering many of your family were sold into slavery."
Lysaro nodded. "But not all of them. Even when our enemies remained, we still maintained some manner of wealth, if not influence. We were back to where had started when Valyria fell."
"And how did your family start?" You asked. "Wealthy patricians?"
Lysaro grinned as if the whole memory was a joke. "As pleasure slaves. It took two generations to leave it all behind, to become free. But our… gestures, our skills, even our very bodies were tools to freedom."
You nodded, interested, but more focused on the social below than the man next to you. "And when you escaped? Or rather, were freed?" You asked.
"We have long memories of ours… power, influence, wealth." He pointed at the party. "Look below you, what do you see?"
You looked and saw many of the great families dancing and dining below. "The city's vibrant upper class, celebrating the return of one of their own?" You questioned.
Lysaro laughed. "A mere formality. If I could, I would seize everything they had, throw them in chains, and send them to a Ghiscari mine to toil away for a thousand generations." He sighed. "But I am not a fool, and neither are you."
"Oh?" you asked.
"A man who lies is tortured until the truth emerges." He stated.
A Thin Veneer: :1D100 => 70+80=150 vs ???
Had he… really threatened you? In your city? The same city you had dismantled the Spider's network, and controlled every strand of information that now left the city? And he was… threatening you?
The only thing that you did not know, was his identity if he was truly a Rogare or not… But now you were certain, he was genuine article…
But also, horribly out of his league.
No… he knew what he was doing, but was operating from a position of weakness. He was baiting and knew that you hold all the cards. He wanted you to make a mistake.
Pah… you never made mistakes, only openings, and calculations.
The only thing protecting him, and his worthless family, that only had ten ships and a thousand whores to their name, was in his mind, he was offering you something, you didn't have.
Except you had everything….
Well, except for, his unending loyalty… but you could change that.
That was when you smiled, and with a single finger, quietly pushed it away. "Yes, except that you are not the Magnificent." That made the man flinch. "You do not have the wealth of an entire nation, nor even the ships to transport your cargo or the pleasure houses of old. You have nothing, save for a few pleasure ships and thousand whores."
You looked around waving your arms at...this farce. "This party, this manor, this… guest list." You laughed. "You are trying to be what you are not…" You then placed a single finger down. "How many of your men do you trust with your life, your wealth… your family?"
You would see the sweat on Lysano's brow slowly forming and dripping down his face. There was no coldness, no calculation… no bravery.
No… there was something else there… pure loyalty.
No, he was not the mastermind of this family's rebirth. He was just a patsy a man to look oh so wise and noble.
A Face… just a face to hide the truth…
"So tell me the truth, before I find it out myself… and use it to destroy you?" You demanded.
That was when you saw the brand on his wrist. Something he was trying to hide. A marking of a slave.
The Great Player: 1D100 => 99+50=149 vs ???
"Ah… so you are not the one who truly holds the keys to power in your family, as much as you hate to admit it… not even a generation out of chains and you believe you can be better." You whispered.
"I respect that you could see it clearly when no one else can?" You turned around to face the voice that had so interrupted you… well, you didn't know what you were doing, but it felt nice. "And are not afraid to call us out on such… mummery."
The girl was your age, you could tell by her face. Dressed in a scarlet red, you could tell she was intelligent… a true schemer, mastermind… No, she was far more than that.
Her shoes were covered in rubies, her platinum hair, long and flowy, was tied back into a pretty bun. Her eyes purple like yours. She was quite strong-looking, possibly from sword training, and despite her gaze, you could see she was hiding what she truly was.
If there was ever a woman you imagined whenever you heard the stories of Rhaenys and Visenya she looked the part of both.
"Father, I hope to speak to our guest, alone." She requested… nay ordered. "If you would be so kind."
Lysano nodded. He then left, and there was only you and her.
You raised an eyebrow. "Forgive the intrusion, but I wanted to see the man who braved Valyria and lived Valarr Vaeltigar." She purred your name as she swayed towards you. "Mysaria Rogare.
You looked up and down at her, examining her, as she had for you. She was trying to seduce you.
You frowned. Of all the bloody things they could have tried? Seduction? How basic… But this is Lys, and she was very pretty. Far prettier than any woman you had ever seen before in your travels and around Lys. "I take it there are far more… revealing matters you wish to discuss."
She smiled. "Perhaps it is a conversation you wish?" She sounded disappointed, you seemed uninterested in her.
You raised an eyebrow. "Mayhaps. If you tell me the truth?"
The girl tsked. "Truth is merely a lie accepted by all."
Oh, she was good. "Then tell me this… Who is the true master of the house?"
"I speak no ill to my father." She replied. "For he is the master of the house."
You almost laughed at such words. "I am no fool, my lady… I see the brands. He was not the mastermind of the freedom of your family, merely a tool."
"A sore spot in my father's life… being a slave, a hostage." She responded. "But his freedom came from me."
You raised an eyebrow. "Really?" You sensed a lie still. "Is that all."
"My grandparents as well, in age, gained wisdom, and wealth using my father as a bargaining chip." She replied. She was ashamed.
There was the truth. "A father being a ladder for power." You replied quietly. "And now, he is free, but scars still remain."
There was the truth. Always truth.
What do you do now:
[]Mysaria's Adventures: You knew she was trying to fuck you the moment you saw her. And to be honest, you wanted to as well. What harm could be done? Perhaps a little Dornish red could go with?
[]Socialize with the Merchants: Every Merchant in the city wants to shake your hand. You won't disappoint them. Hopefully, the lady will understand that you have business to attend.
[]To Dance: You see that there are many women among the party who are not dancing, instead… they are eyeing you like a piece of meat. Well, might as well try to assuage the doubters, by trying to dance. Perhaps you may see her dance, as well as interact with others.
[]Brag about your Accomplishments: You are going to brag. About everything.
[]Leave: You have a bad feeling about this… it feels like something is about to happen that you cannot foresee.
AN: Enjoy.
You took a deep breath as you wandered through the party, the dance to the small terrace that was above, overlooking the great party. The two men up there were discussing things, but their words were lost in the sound of music and socializing.
As you walked up the stairs, you saw the guards surround you. "Master Vaeltigar?" one spoke to you in a deep booming voice.
You looked to them, with an annoyed look on your face. "The Masters of the house, wish to meet you."
"Yes, I was going to meet them anyway, but of course, escort me to them." You muttered, annoyed that you were… well, treated, not as a guest, but a bloody object to be ordered around.
Maybe this was how Ser Jaime and Warrek felt when you boss them around… Maybe you should cut down on that, before they cut you down, or threaten to cut you down out of annoyance. Even though you knew, and they knew, that you would plan for their inevitable annoyance and just use it to make them feel like fools when they fail.
Although Warrek didn't deserve it, Ser Jaime deserved a little bit of annoyance.
Later.
The guards were obviously members of the household, but you could not tell if they were slaves, free men, or just thugs hired off the streets for the night.
As you reached the Terrace, the two masters of the house turned to look at you. Both men, who looked similar to each other, twins if you had to guess.
"Thank you Janos, you may leave us." The one on the left spoke, and the guards left. "I take it you know who I am? Master Vaeltigar."
You nodded. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage." It was rare for you to be so, but even your network had holes.
"I am Lysaro Rogare." The man on the left stated. "My brother is Lucaedor."
The man on the left nodded, before bowing his head. "I shall take my leave."
There was a nod before the man left, and the guards outside followed him.
"I take you to know the stories of my fabled family?" He asked as you stood next to him, watching the party going on below.
"Only to your fall and exile." You replied sternly. "A question that is most interesting, considering many of your family were sold into slavery."
Lysaro nodded. "But not all of them. Even when our enemies remained, we still maintained some manner of wealth, if not influence. We were back to where had started when Valyria fell."
"And how did your family start?" You asked. "Wealthy patricians?"
Lysaro grinned as if the whole memory was a joke. "As pleasure slaves. It took two generations to leave it all behind, to become free. But our… gestures, our skills, even our very bodies were tools to freedom."
You nodded, interested, but more focused on the social below than the man next to you. "And when you escaped? Or rather, were freed?" You asked.
"We have long memories of ours… power, influence, wealth." He pointed at the party. "Look below you, what do you see?"
You looked and saw many of the great families dancing and dining below. "The city's vibrant upper class, celebrating the return of one of their own?" You questioned.
Lysaro laughed. "A mere formality. If I could, I would seize everything they had, throw them in chains, and send them to a Ghiscari mine to toil away for a thousand generations." He sighed. "But I am not a fool, and neither are you."
"Oh?" you asked.
"A man who lies is tortured until the truth emerges." He stated.
A Thin Veneer: :1D100 => 70+80=150 vs ???
Had he… really threatened you? In your city? The same city you had dismantled the Spider's network, and controlled every strand of information that now left the city? And he was… threatening you?
The only thing that you did not know, was his identity if he was truly a Rogare or not… But now you were certain, he was genuine article…
But also, horribly out of his league.
No… he knew what he was doing, but was operating from a position of weakness. He was baiting and knew that you hold all the cards. He wanted you to make a mistake.
Pah… you never made mistakes, only openings, and calculations.
The only thing protecting him, and his worthless family, that only had ten ships and a thousand whores to their name, was in his mind, he was offering you something, you didn't have.
Except you had everything….
Well, except for, his unending loyalty… but you could change that.
That was when you smiled, and with a single finger, quietly pushed it away. "Yes, except that you are not the Magnificent." That made the man flinch. "You do not have the wealth of an entire nation, nor even the ships to transport your cargo or the pleasure houses of old. You have nothing, save for a few pleasure ships and thousand whores."
You looked around waving your arms at...this farce. "This party, this manor, this… guest list." You laughed. "You are trying to be what you are not…" You then placed a single finger down. "How many of your men do you trust with your life, your wealth… your family?"
You would see the sweat on Lysano's brow slowly forming and dripping down his face. There was no coldness, no calculation… no bravery.
No… there was something else there… pure loyalty.
No, he was not the mastermind of this family's rebirth. He was just a patsy a man to look oh so wise and noble.
A Face… just a face to hide the truth…
"So tell me the truth, before I find it out myself… and use it to destroy you?" You demanded.
That was when you saw the brand on his wrist. Something he was trying to hide. A marking of a slave.
The Great Player: 1D100 => 99+50=149 vs ???
"Ah… so you are not the one who truly holds the keys to power in your family, as much as you hate to admit it… not even a generation out of chains and you believe you can be better." You whispered.
"I respect that you could see it clearly when no one else can?" You turned around to face the voice that had so interrupted you… well, you didn't know what you were doing, but it felt nice. "And are not afraid to call us out on such… mummery."
The girl was your age, you could tell by her face. Dressed in a scarlet red, you could tell she was intelligent… a true schemer, mastermind… No, she was far more than that.
Her shoes were covered in rubies, her platinum hair, long and flowy, was tied back into a pretty bun. Her eyes purple like yours. She was quite strong-looking, possibly from sword training, and despite her gaze, you could see she was hiding what she truly was.
If there was ever a woman you imagined whenever you heard the stories of Rhaenys and Visenya she looked the part of both.
"Father, I hope to speak to our guest, alone." She requested… nay ordered. "If you would be so kind."
Lysano nodded. He then left, and there was only you and her.
You raised an eyebrow. "Forgive the intrusion, but I wanted to see the man who braved Valyria and lived Valarr Vaeltigar." She purred your name as she swayed towards you. "Mysaria Rogare.
You looked up and down at her, examining her, as she had for you. She was trying to seduce you.
You frowned. Of all the bloody things they could have tried? Seduction? How basic… But this is Lys, and she was very pretty. Far prettier than any woman you had ever seen before in your travels and around Lys. "I take it there are far more… revealing matters you wish to discuss."
She smiled. "Perhaps it is a conversation you wish?" She sounded disappointed, you seemed uninterested in her.
You raised an eyebrow. "Mayhaps. If you tell me the truth?"
The girl tsked. "Truth is merely a lie accepted by all."
Oh, she was good. "Then tell me this… Who is the true master of the house?"
"I speak no ill to my father." She replied. "For he is the master of the house."
You almost laughed at such words. "I am no fool, my lady… I see the brands. He was not the mastermind of the freedom of your family, merely a tool."
"A sore spot in my father's life… being a slave, a hostage." She responded. "But his freedom came from me."
You raised an eyebrow. "Really?" You sensed a lie still. "Is that all."
"My grandparents as well, in age, gained wisdom, and wealth using my father as a bargaining chip." She replied. She was ashamed.
There was the truth. "A father being a ladder for power." You replied quietly. "And now, he is free, but scars still remain."
There was the truth. Always truth.
What do you do now:
[]Mysaria's Adventures: You knew she was trying to fuck you the moment you saw her. And to be honest, you wanted to as well. What harm could be done? Perhaps a little Dornish red could go with?
[]Socialize with the Merchants: Every Merchant in the city wants to shake your hand. You won't disappoint them. Hopefully, the lady will understand that you have business to attend.
[]To Dance: You see that there are many women among the party who are not dancing, instead… they are eyeing you like a piece of meat. Well, might as well try to assuage the doubters, by trying to dance. Perhaps you may see her dance, as well as interact with others.
[]Brag about your Accomplishments: You are going to brag. About everything.
[]Leave: You have a bad feeling about this… it feels like something is about to happen that you cannot foresee.
AN: Enjoy.
Why do I have a sense that things might start kicking off the way I predicted ever since we first heard of the eggs, during this very party?
[X] Socialize with the Merchants: Every Merchant in the city wants to shake your hand. You won't disappoint them. Hopefully, the lady will understand that you have business to attend.
EDIT: Changed my Vote due to Information provided by the GM.
EDIT: Changed my Vote due to Information provided by the GM.
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[X]Socialize with the Merchants: Every Merchant in the city wants to shake your hand. You won't disappoint them. Hopefully, the lady will understand that you have business to attend.
we would have to leave the area to get intimate and i don't trust Danny alone with this nest of vipers. lets just see how the night plays out.
we would have to leave the area to get intimate and i don't trust Danny alone with this nest of vipers. lets just see how the night plays out.
[X]To Dance: You see that there are many women among the party who are not dancing, instead… they are eyeing you like a piece of meat. Well, might as well try to assuage the doubters, by trying to dance. Perhaps you may see her dance, as well as interact with others.
Why are we here? To be seen. To make the ladies weak at the knees.
Dance, and then flip THAT into connections once we have set the scene, the Merchants want us, and will come to us. Or we can go to them and show them we need them more than they need us.
Why are we here? To be seen. To make the ladies weak at the knees.
Dance, and then flip THAT into connections once we have set the scene, the Merchants want us, and will come to us. Or we can go to them and show them we need them more than they need us.
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[X] Leave: You have a bad feeling about this… it feels like something is about to happen that you cannot foresee.
I feel like we're being dropped a hint, and going with V's gut has worked out in the past.
I feel like we're being dropped a hint, and going with V's gut has worked out in the past.
enigma1995
Gentleman Beholder
[X] Leave: You have a bad feeling about this… it feels like something is about to happen that you cannot foresee.
The Gm liked my post....
Think it is time to bunker down and prepare, the question is if we want to try and develop more connections, or leave and try to prepare in other ways.
Think it is time to bunker down and prepare, the question is if we want to try and develop more connections, or leave and try to prepare in other ways.
Sena Kumo
The Tenth Wandering Cloud
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- Portugal
...is it weird that I am disappointed about them -especially the girl- in general? I think that she played that card way too soon.
If Dany wasn't here I wouldn't have been too worried, but now...
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Magoose
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She's the same age as viserys, so there is bound to be some... lack of experience. (take the hint that she isn't the best schemer)
Also, you know absolutely nothing about her style of manipulation.
What if she starts with the sexy stick, and then immediately goes in for the kill?
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I am unsure about whether to leave now. I would note that Viserys cannot simply walk away in this manner every time it seems dangerous. The dance of intrigue, by its very nature, is always dangerous. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Sena Kumo
The Tenth Wandering Cloud
- Location
- Portugal
I know. She's either the perfect schemer, or she's not us. There's no middle ground here.She's the same age as viserys, so there is bound to be some... lack of experience. (take the hint that she isn't the best schemer)
Also, you know absolutely nothing about her style of manipulation.
What if she starts with the sexy stick, and then immediately goes in for the kill?
Still doesn't make me feel less disappointed that she went for the pussy card for the get-go.
Is she trying to make me even more disappointed?
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
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- England
[X]Leave: You have a bad feeling about this… it feels like something is about to happen that you cannot foresee.
Seduction? How disappointing, Mysaria. You're just another Cersei, out of your league.
I believe we should just leave. It sends a message to the Rogares and to the guests. It adds to Valarr's mystique.
Seduction? How disappointing, Mysaria. You're just another Cersei, out of your league.
I believe we should just leave. It sends a message to the Rogares and to the guests. It adds to Valarr's mystique.
Magoose
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Hehehehehe!
Just another Cersei.
Ha!
At least Cersei in this world has competence.
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[X]To Dance: You see that there are many women among the party who are not dancing, instead… they are eyeing you like a piece of meat. Well, might as well try to assuage the doubters, by trying to dance. Perhaps you may see her dance, as well as interact with others.