Exiled Dragons: A Viserys Targaryen Quest
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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.
-[X]Invite Mysaria to join you for the first dance
Jumping into bed is too fast, let's develop this a little more slowly
-[X]Invite Mysaria to join you for the first dance
Jumping into bed is too fast, let's develop this a little more slowly
I think the new way To Dance is phrased already accomplishes your subvote somewhat.
[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.
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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.
Valarr VII: A Dance with Dragons
Magoose
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Valarr VII: A Dance with Dragons
You found yourself on the ballroom floor of the great manner, surrounded by pretty girls when you wandered down the stairs after you rebuffed the Lady Rorgare's advances. It felt inappropriate, and you were not in the mood to sleep with a girl who was blatantly trying to seduce you for her own gain.
Even though you were very certain you could turn that into your gain if you so wished with a few whispered words… You did not feel right in trying to do that. The stories of Aegon the IV were well known in your mind.
Basterds, and siring children that were not from a woman you married, was something you wished to avoid.
You took a deep breath and examined the women who were waiting to dance with you.
Ability to Dance:1D100 => 66
Quality of Women: 1D100 => 22
You looked at them all and offered a hand to dance with each and every one of them. A sign of respect from yourself, and to them.
Their father's watching with envious, and greedy eyes, whether to protect their daughters from you… or to have those same daughters bed you, you didn't really know.
The girls, however, both older and younger than you… were quite lacking. They openly flaunted their bodies, even when it was lacking in the attraction, physical or otherwise. Their steps were off, and they all looked terrified being in your presence.
They could sense your disapproval as you danced, and did nothing else, going down the line of women who wished to dance with you.
But every time you whispered in their ears, nothings, and compliments for the dance, you could see their fathers, including the Merchants of the council, grimace and rave at the… the impression they were getting.
They knew you were disappointed with the girls you were dancing with, who were trying to impress you. And they were scrambling to make a plan that would benefit you… and them.
In fact, you were counting on it. This party was becoming… boring.
At least until the lady of the hour, Myrisa Rogare came.
Myrisa Quality:1D100 => 19
Then it became downright unbearable.
She was one of the last women whom you did not dance with, and she wanted a dance.
"Master Vaeltigar." She hummed as you began to dance with her.
"I take it you no longer want to fuck me." You stated, not even giving her a chance to begin the conversation on her own terms.
The cracks in her mask began to show, and she frowned. "That was… not my intention."
"And swaying around in a red dress is?" You asked.
"There are things you do not understand." She replied.
"Your right, I don't need to understand… just know." You stated. Fear arose in her face as you continued to move with the music.
"I know you are slaves recently freed after generations of servitude. You are not as wealthy as you fake it. Your father is a weak, spineless coward, with more loyalty than brains." You started. The girl was terrified. "And you forced to play the role of the beautiful daughter, but in all likely hood, you are nothing."
She tried her best to not be bothered by you… you and your very accurate conclusions that you were making about everything. The perks of having information that they didn't even know you had. "And what if that is all a mask?" She whispered, trying to deflect again.
"Than you are more terrible at it than they are." You replied. "The girls here are shallow, pretty nothings who are nothing. There is nothing greater beneath them, no puzzle to assemble, no skills that may help me. No great wealth to fund my ambitions. Not even a ship that can sail the seas through storms and rough waters."
You nodded. "But you are far worse than that… no. You aren't even a puzzle to me, my lady." As the music slowly comes to an end, you bowed to her and kissed her hand.
You could see her sweat, utterly terrified of you, and the words you spoke. Any protest she may have mounted was lost, in fear.
"You and your family, are worthless to me." You stated. "You hold nothing of value I want, and that any value it would have, would be better served becoming the people you claim you are."
Tears began to leak down her face, as the truth finally hit her. Your words striking true. "I may hide who I truly am my lady. But I never hide what I truly am."
And that was a dragon, who mercilessly destroys those who would seek to do your family… or you, harm.
But these… people could not harm you, not truly… nor could they help you. And that was a grievous sin.
"And what are you, truly?" She whimpered. You had utterly broken any veneer that she may have had.
"If you can't see that my lady… you never will." You replied as the music stopped, and the audience applauded the talents of the men and women on stage, playing for them.
You let go of her hand, as you heard her weep, and run away from the ball. No one really noticed. They thought you had said something sweet to her… so sweet that it drove her to tears.
You then walked towards Ser Jaime, and Warrek, who was watching you dance. "I take it someone gained some gold from my dancing skills?" You asked the two men.
Jaime scowled, before handing over a bag of gold to Warrek, who grinned. "Never doubted you for a moment ser." He said.
Kiss ass. "Yes, I'm sure all the lessons in courtly dedication truly helped you train me."
The three of you then laughed. "Have you seen Dany?" You asked.
"Garret took her home when she started to fall asleep," Jaime replied as he yawned. "And I believe sleep would be a wonderful thing for all of us."
"Aye Ser Jaime, this party wains on my eyes and mind. There is nothing else for us to do here." You replied.
And so you left, without another word.
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The missives came four days later.
The Merchant Council… probably at the prompting of their daughters, have granted you a reprieve. Or rather a gift.
You could ask anything of the Merchant council of Lys… and they would have to obey it.
Within reason of course.
That… was a very useful tool.
Reward: You can demand one thing from the City of Lys, and they would have to be honor-bound to make it so.
Viserys has no time for low-quality women who want to jump in his pants.
AN: Enjoy.
You found yourself on the ballroom floor of the great manner, surrounded by pretty girls when you wandered down the stairs after you rebuffed the Lady Rorgare's advances. It felt inappropriate, and you were not in the mood to sleep with a girl who was blatantly trying to seduce you for her own gain.
Even though you were very certain you could turn that into your gain if you so wished with a few whispered words… You did not feel right in trying to do that. The stories of Aegon the IV were well known in your mind.
Basterds, and siring children that were not from a woman you married, was something you wished to avoid.
You took a deep breath and examined the women who were waiting to dance with you.
Ability to Dance:1D100 => 66
Quality of Women: 1D100 => 22
You looked at them all and offered a hand to dance with each and every one of them. A sign of respect from yourself, and to them.
Their father's watching with envious, and greedy eyes, whether to protect their daughters from you… or to have those same daughters bed you, you didn't really know.
The girls, however, both older and younger than you… were quite lacking. They openly flaunted their bodies, even when it was lacking in the attraction, physical or otherwise. Their steps were off, and they all looked terrified being in your presence.
They could sense your disapproval as you danced, and did nothing else, going down the line of women who wished to dance with you.
But every time you whispered in their ears, nothings, and compliments for the dance, you could see their fathers, including the Merchants of the council, grimace and rave at the… the impression they were getting.
They knew you were disappointed with the girls you were dancing with, who were trying to impress you. And they were scrambling to make a plan that would benefit you… and them.
In fact, you were counting on it. This party was becoming… boring.
At least until the lady of the hour, Myrisa Rogare came.
Myrisa Quality:1D100 => 19
Then it became downright unbearable.
She was one of the last women whom you did not dance with, and she wanted a dance.
"Master Vaeltigar." She hummed as you began to dance with her.
"I take it you no longer want to fuck me." You stated, not even giving her a chance to begin the conversation on her own terms.
The cracks in her mask began to show, and she frowned. "That was… not my intention."
"And swaying around in a red dress is?" You asked.
"There are things you do not understand." She replied.
"Your right, I don't need to understand… just know." You stated. Fear arose in her face as you continued to move with the music.
"I know you are slaves recently freed after generations of servitude. You are not as wealthy as you fake it. Your father is a weak, spineless coward, with more loyalty than brains." You started. The girl was terrified. "And you forced to play the role of the beautiful daughter, but in all likely hood, you are nothing."
She tried her best to not be bothered by you… you and your very accurate conclusions that you were making about everything. The perks of having information that they didn't even know you had. "And what if that is all a mask?" She whispered, trying to deflect again.
"Than you are more terrible at it than they are." You replied. "The girls here are shallow, pretty nothings who are nothing. There is nothing greater beneath them, no puzzle to assemble, no skills that may help me. No great wealth to fund my ambitions. Not even a ship that can sail the seas through storms and rough waters."
You nodded. "But you are far worse than that… no. You aren't even a puzzle to me, my lady." As the music slowly comes to an end, you bowed to her and kissed her hand.
You could see her sweat, utterly terrified of you, and the words you spoke. Any protest she may have mounted was lost, in fear.
"You and your family, are worthless to me." You stated. "You hold nothing of value I want, and that any value it would have, would be better served becoming the people you claim you are."
Tears began to leak down her face, as the truth finally hit her. Your words striking true. "I may hide who I truly am my lady. But I never hide what I truly am."
And that was a dragon, who mercilessly destroys those who would seek to do your family… or you, harm.
But these… people could not harm you, not truly… nor could they help you. And that was a grievous sin.
"And what are you, truly?" She whimpered. You had utterly broken any veneer that she may have had.
"If you can't see that my lady… you never will." You replied as the music stopped, and the audience applauded the talents of the men and women on stage, playing for them.
You let go of her hand, as you heard her weep, and run away from the ball. No one really noticed. They thought you had said something sweet to her… so sweet that it drove her to tears.
You then walked towards Ser Jaime, and Warrek, who was watching you dance. "I take it someone gained some gold from my dancing skills?" You asked the two men.
Jaime scowled, before handing over a bag of gold to Warrek, who grinned. "Never doubted you for a moment ser." He said.
Kiss ass. "Yes, I'm sure all the lessons in courtly dedication truly helped you train me."
The three of you then laughed. "Have you seen Dany?" You asked.
"Garret took her home when she started to fall asleep," Jaime replied as he yawned. "And I believe sleep would be a wonderful thing for all of us."
"Aye Ser Jaime, this party wains on my eyes and mind. There is nothing else for us to do here." You replied.
And so you left, without another word.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The missives came four days later.
The Merchant Council… probably at the prompting of their daughters, have granted you a reprieve. Or rather a gift.
You could ask anything of the Merchant council of Lys… and they would have to obey it.
Within reason of course.
That… was a very useful tool.
Reward: You can demand one thing from the City of Lys, and they would have to be honor-bound to make it so.
Viserys has no time for low-quality women who want to jump in his pants.
AN: Enjoy.
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I would go for a high-quality ship with the best crew and captain that they can find, something really useful if we want to continue with our adventures or if we need to make a daring escape from the city...
Inverted Fallecy
Beware the Dialogue that Spews Forth!~
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Well, that was.... At least something useful came out of that. Geez, these Lys Ladies are thirsty.
Corvus Black
The Inestimable
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Bye, Mysaria.
Magoose
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Well, we are the hottest commodity in the city. A wealthy merchant, adventurer, with a reputation to match...
Who wouldn't want to jump in bed with us?
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Magoose
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How does the thing work exactly? The more extravagant the wish higher the DC?
Because I assume that it won't be the same to request a single vessel, a small fleet, or a large fleet, or to ask for a thoroughbred stallion or one million gold coins...
Magoose
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Yes. Mostly.
The more... insane the favor, the less likely they will give it to you. After all, asking for Valyrian Steel is unlikely, but getting a good ship, a good crew that sort of thing, is totally possible.
Just because they'd give you it doesn't mean they'd be happy about it no?
Sena Kumo
The Tenth Wandering Cloud
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Ooooof, the metaphorical pimp hand is strong on this one. This entire chapter was one merciless and lazy beatdown to whatever confidence this chick once had. Like, damm bruh, talk about being a savage to the poor girl. Granted, we went easy on her, but still...
And ironically we still got something just by being a filthy casual. Don't change Viserys, don't change.
And ironically we still got something just by being a filthy casual. Don't change Viserys, don't change.
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A ship with a good crew is probably the best thing we can get. We already have Valyrian Steel and a large treasury. We lack a ship and we lack men...although @Magoose how do the Dothraki deal with people who trade in their lands? Is there a special sigil we would need to pass through their lands safely? Like with how the Mongols did?
Magoose
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Viserys don't got time for low-quality women (I'd use the other term, but I don't want to). He isn't Aegon the IV.
Hey, he wants allies that are useful to him...
not some... well, you know. Maybe Volantis has got some better class of females that Lys.
Apparently the merchant council has the same thoughts as Viserys does.
Their daughters are really low quality, and should work to improve themselves.
They are like the Mongols, who need a special Sigil to travel through their lands safetly.
But a lot of merchants have those, so it would be easy finding one if we head east.
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A man who can work Valyrian steel would be useful, though. That sword of ours needs some work, after all.
Is that something we could be provided, even if it's just a name and directions to his shop?
Is that something we could be provided, even if it's just a name and directions to his shop?
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Excellent. We can try and get one off a merchant if possible.
Magoose
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Yes.
Though most men who can do that are on Qohor.
Or King's Landing.