Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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CRACK!
A deep echo of thunder...
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CRACK!
A deep echo of thunder...
Into the Fire - Daenerys GOT ASOIAF SI
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Chapter 1
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Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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CRACK!
A deep echo of thunder drummed through the unimaginably thick walls of Dragonstone. Howling winds tore through any non-glass windows and ceramic tiles from far below in the hamlets around the keep shattered against it's unassailable walls.
Water flooded through the halls from entrances on the towers and parapets, and servants hurriedly attempted to assuage the damage even as knights and soldiers of all kinds swept passed them barking orders.
Deep in the ancient keep, far from the affects of the water and wind huddled the remains of the royal family who built the megalithic keep. Wails from Rhaella, the widow queen of Westeros, pealed from the chamber and the wet-nurses tried to keep her going through her labor.
Eventually with another deep thud of thunder from far above she gasped, and a wet-nurse cried out.
"It's a girl Milady!" She cried, raising the still uncleaned newborn.
Her cries soon replaced Rhaella's, and the mother looked over her child weakly.
"Bring her to me." The wet-nurse nodded, quickly wiping off most the residue before handing the babe over.
She had a tuft of pure silver hair, and when she opened her eyes they were a vibrant purple.
"Her name shall be Daenerys."
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The ship shuddered as it hit a particularly difficult squall.
Viserys tightened his grip on the railing as he released his stomach's contents over the side of the vessel, and sailors passed by him as they tended to the rigging.
Eventually, his stomach sufficiently empty, the exiled prince made his way back into the cabin which hosted his minuscule retinue.
There, in a bundle of silken sheets, was his sister who, ever so quiet after they had escaped from Dragonstone, simply looked up at him with her eerily attentive eyes.
"Little Sentinel you are, aren't you." Viserys rasped, before chuckling and sitting down next to her.
Thankfully she seemed to have no issue with the sea, and barring the soiling of her diaper cloth caused no issue, that easily dealt with by one of their few retainers who had fled the castle with them.
"Braavos on the horizon!"
The prince's head shot up, before he scrambled up to go take his first sight of land in weeks.
The infant in the basket simply sighed and closed her eyes, instantly falling to sleep.
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A/N – So this is my attempt as a GOT/ASOIAF SI. I've had a Daenerys one planned for a long time, but I wanted to do it some justice. If you follow any of my other stories, sorry, but this is the one that's flowing at the moment.
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CRACK!
A deep echo of thunder drummed through the unimaginably thick walls of Dragonstone. Howling winds tore through any non-glass windows and ceramic tiles from far below in the hamlets around the keep shattered against it's unassailable walls.
Water flooded through the halls from entrances on the towers and parapets, and servants hurriedly attempted to assuage the damage even as knights and soldiers of all kinds swept passed them barking orders.
Deep in the ancient keep, far from the affects of the water and wind huddled the remains of the royal family who built the megalithic keep. Wails from Rhaella, the widow queen of Westeros, pealed from the chamber and the wet-nurses tried to keep her going through her labor.
Eventually with another deep thud of thunder from far above she gasped, and a wet-nurse cried out.
"It's a girl Milady!" She cried, raising the still uncleaned newborn.
Her cries soon replaced Rhaella's, and the mother looked over her child weakly.
"Bring her to me." The wet-nurse nodded, quickly wiping off most the residue before handing the babe over.
She had a tuft of pure silver hair, and when she opened her eyes they were a vibrant purple.
"Her name shall be Daenerys."
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The ship shuddered as it hit a particularly difficult squall.
Viserys tightened his grip on the railing as he released his stomach's contents over the side of the vessel, and sailors passed by him as they tended to the rigging.
Eventually, his stomach sufficiently empty, the exiled prince made his way back into the cabin which hosted his minuscule retinue.
There, in a bundle of silken sheets, was his sister who, ever so quiet after they had escaped from Dragonstone, simply looked up at him with her eerily attentive eyes.
"Little Sentinel you are, aren't you." Viserys rasped, before chuckling and sitting down next to her.
Thankfully she seemed to have no issue with the sea, and barring the soiling of her diaper cloth caused no issue, that easily dealt with by one of their few retainers who had fled the castle with them.
"Braavos on the horizon!"
The prince's head shot up, before he scrambled up to go take his first sight of land in weeks.
The infant in the basket simply sighed and closed her eyes, instantly falling to sleep.
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A/N – So this is my attempt as a GOT/ASOIAF SI. I've had a Daenerys one planned for a long time, but I wanted to do it some justice. If you follow any of my other stories, sorry, but this is the one that's flowing at the moment.
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Chapter 2
- Location
- Minnesota
Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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Willem Darry sighed as he signed off on the purchase of an almost comically small, but luxurious enough, house.
The Banker took the contract from him and nodded in satisfaction.
"Everything looks to order, it is a pleasure to perform business with you."
Willem nodded to the stone-faced banker and made his way back to the docks.
Braavos was a city foreign to his Westerosi senses. Smallfolk the lot of them, yet varying wildly in wealth and status, with districts far more mixed together than was proper back in the Kingdoms.
The stink of the canals assaulted his senses everywhere he turned, yet for such a huge city that was the worst of it. He'd call it a welcome reprieve from King's landing if it weren't for the circumstances that led to him being there.
Shaking his retrospection away, he finished his trek back to the ship.
Already some of the Iron Bank officials had gathered, though they were simply stood to the side, looking at their fine ship and likely counting it's worth in their heads, wondering if they'd received a good deal.
'Treacherous Essosi' He thought, he was a knight, honor was his core. Of course they'd never understand such a thing.
He spotted the "King" looking over the railing.
"My King!" He shouted up to him, making the young boy jump up.
"Ser Darry! What have you to tell me?"
Willem sighed, not looking forward to the exchange he knew would come once his King fully realized their situation.
Patting the hull of the ship, he pointed into the city.
"I have secured a small estate for our continued survival, the ship has been sold for the initial purchase, and the treasure should last for most our lives if need be for city taxes"
Viserys puffed up, and cutting him off Willem splayed his hands.
"No matter our next course of action my liege, we need a base of operation, and castles are hard to come by in Essos."
All around them the last few retainers that had stuck with the princ-king, the king, were already unloading the cargo of the ship.
Some lower workmen from the bank came with wagons to carry their things, Darry didn't trust their vaults in their weakened position, but he did trust their business, and soon enough they were off to the house, marked conveniently in a merchant heavy area with a bright red door.
Willem himself carried the Crown Princess in his arms, trusting no-one but the last Kingsguard to protect her fragile body. As they marched through the city, he eventually felt a pull on his beard.
Looking down, he chuckled at the serious look, uncharacteristic for a babe, on Daenerys' face.
"If nothing else, I'll keep you safe."
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Next chapter will be much longer, no worry. Time for a timeskip!
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Willem Darry sighed as he signed off on the purchase of an almost comically small, but luxurious enough, house.
The Banker took the contract from him and nodded in satisfaction.
"Everything looks to order, it is a pleasure to perform business with you."
Willem nodded to the stone-faced banker and made his way back to the docks.
Braavos was a city foreign to his Westerosi senses. Smallfolk the lot of them, yet varying wildly in wealth and status, with districts far more mixed together than was proper back in the Kingdoms.
The stink of the canals assaulted his senses everywhere he turned, yet for such a huge city that was the worst of it. He'd call it a welcome reprieve from King's landing if it weren't for the circumstances that led to him being there.
Shaking his retrospection away, he finished his trek back to the ship.
Already some of the Iron Bank officials had gathered, though they were simply stood to the side, looking at their fine ship and likely counting it's worth in their heads, wondering if they'd received a good deal.
'Treacherous Essosi' He thought, he was a knight, honor was his core. Of course they'd never understand such a thing.
He spotted the "King" looking over the railing.
"My King!" He shouted up to him, making the young boy jump up.
"Ser Darry! What have you to tell me?"
Willem sighed, not looking forward to the exchange he knew would come once his King fully realized their situation.
Patting the hull of the ship, he pointed into the city.
"I have secured a small estate for our continued survival, the ship has been sold for the initial purchase, and the treasure should last for most our lives if need be for city taxes"
Viserys puffed up, and cutting him off Willem splayed his hands.
"No matter our next course of action my liege, we need a base of operation, and castles are hard to come by in Essos."
All around them the last few retainers that had stuck with the princ-king, the king, were already unloading the cargo of the ship.
Some lower workmen from the bank came with wagons to carry their things, Darry didn't trust their vaults in their weakened position, but he did trust their business, and soon enough they were off to the house, marked conveniently in a merchant heavy area with a bright red door.
Willem himself carried the Crown Princess in his arms, trusting no-one but the last Kingsguard to protect her fragile body. As they marched through the city, he eventually felt a pull on his beard.
Looking down, he chuckled at the serious look, uncharacteristic for a babe, on Daenerys' face.
"If nothing else, I'll keep you safe."
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Next chapter will be much longer, no worry. Time for a timeskip!
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- Location
- Minnesota
I... have an idea or two.
And even if those ideas would fail, I at least have the ability to ply a trade or five. I can work leather at the very least, everyone needs a cobbler, or I could be a book printer, or even an archivist (with viserys as a frontman for all this if needed.)
EDIT: hells, if I found a decent enough rich bloke I could just marry them, i'ma be hella hot later, so yeah
EDIT2: though I suppose that isn't good short term, hmm.
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Chapter 3
- Location
- Minnesota
Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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"Damnit!" Viserys cried, slamming a fist into outer door of the latest wealthy merchant he had begged, begged, for aid against the Usurper.
Ser Darry stood just behind him just like every other time, splendid gilded armor replaced by worn grey plate but still just as solid, the only truly worthy man in the entire damned world by his measure, even if it seemed he got weaker with age every day.
Shaking his head furiously, Viserys sucked in a breath before wiping his forehead.
"I grow tired of this Ser Darry. Let's go… home, for now."
The knight simply nodded, and they made their way to a conveniently placed boat station. The water carriages were always present to rake in business.
Tossing a copper piece the boatman's way, Viserys collapsed into his hard wooden bench as the boatman began to whistle and row.
'Great, a jolly one'
After a few minutes, Viserys sighed and looked to Darry.
"How has Daenerys been taking to her lessons?" He said, voice tinged with bitterness.
Darry though, visibly brightened in expression without nary a change in look.
"She still retains her exemplary progress. Already she is outpacing any tutors we can hire. It's as if the gods themselves have blessed her mind."
Viserys just smiled bitterly.
'Of course, the perfect princess to help lead a realm, wasted in this cesspool'
As his leg shook with anxiousness, an idea slowly formed in his mind.
He mulled it over for the rest of the boat ride, and when they exited at their district he crossed his arms and turned to Darry.
"How would one contact the Golden Company?
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I'm 3 now.
I'm 3 years old in a medieval (well, here renaissance-ish) era world where a cold could still easily knock me dead.
At least I can walk and use my hands properly. The first year I was… reborn, had been sanity rending as my normally high input mind was starved of any form of entertainment, or even just anything to do.
Even my well earned freak-out had worn off quickly, not even halfway through the journey across the sea.
Still, I think I've well adjusted to my new life. Since we still had our remaining wealth life wasn't too hard, and books, while expensive, were well within our budget.
Paper too, which was damn good for the sudden investment I've been putting into my art. But at the moment I was using it for something else.
Ignoring my current nanny as she called for me to go eat, I finished penning a design on a piece of rough parchment (I saved the finer stuff for finished work), carefully looking it over as the ink dried and trying to find any flaw in my design.
Hrm, no, should be a simple enough thing, just the initial expense would be hard to justify. Maybe make a smaller test model to show it off first?
After the ink was dried, I stored the design away and sighed at my current lack of ability to perform any form of heavy lifting. I was three and a girl besides.
I stood up from my well used leather padded chair and made my way downstairs to eat my "favorite" meal of beans, rice, a small strip of red meat, smells like beef today, with a varying side of vegetables and a cup of mostly fresh milk.
I actually despised most vegetables, felt milk should only be drank with pancakes and pb&j sandwiches, and only liked beans on occasion. But I'll be damned if I can't ring out as much height and "development" out of this body as I can. Also the milk served to build up a resistance to disease that would inevitably be required in this filth covered world. (or at least that's how I thought it worked, may be wrong, meh)
I ate my food quickly, today was a rest day, tomorrow I'll exercise before I eat, today is for some level of enjoyment.
As I ate I looked to the small glass window, a luxury even in Braavos, and narrowed my eyes at the sight of Viserys coming with Willem.
Shit, he was just off to seek support wasn't he? Better scram.
Slamming the rest of my milk down, I ran off into the small courtyard to snatch a lemon from the tree before entering my "workshop" (a storeroom with a desk and some secondhand craftsman tools I'd gathered over my short life) and locking the door.
I'm not dealing with your shit this day brother!
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Lisa, maid to the exiles, hummed as she cleaned the estate room by room.
This was an easy enough job, steady pay, nary any harassment, though she worried about when Viserys got a bit older, he was already eyeing her up, and she knew the law hardly mattered to the rich.
Eventually she found herself in the storage room. It had been a while since she'd dusted.
Opening the door, she blinked at the sight of the princess sat on the ground, fiddling with some wooden contraption.
She looked up, a smear of oil on her cheek.
"Oh, hello Lisa." She stated, before immediately turning back to the thing in her hands.
Lisa herself let out a sigh.
"You know the young master doesn't like you getting dirty Dany."
the girl just shrugged, then grabbed a wooden board from the contraption and jiggled it, before turning to her with a frown.
"Can you give this thing a good thump Lisa?" She lifted the thing up, and Lisa giggled before doing so.
The board seemed to lock into place around it's four wooden dowels, and with a cry of victory Daenerys set the thing on her desk where some parchment was sat.
"Daenerys?" Lisa asked, looking concerned as the girl grabbed some inks and began apply it to some blocks she hadn't noticed on the bottom board of the device.
She just grinned at her.
"Hmm, oh don't worry, just a fun project. Can you help me put a rock on this?" The girl slid a piece of parchment inside and brought the top board down, and Lisa shook her head.
"Alright, but after you must bathe and go straight to bed." Dany just nodded absentmindedly as Lisa lifted a hefty rock the girl seemed to have dragged in here.
Placing it atop the device, she turned to her.
"Now, a bath then bed young lady!"
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A/N – I remember scrolling through the wiki to see Viserys hosting the golden company. Next time you may see Dany's suitable reaction and the shitstorm that'll cause.
Oh fun times ahead.
Hmm, oh yes, and don't let your kids near woodworking tools, it's a recipe for disaster.
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"Damnit!" Viserys cried, slamming a fist into outer door of the latest wealthy merchant he had begged, begged, for aid against the Usurper.
Ser Darry stood just behind him just like every other time, splendid gilded armor replaced by worn grey plate but still just as solid, the only truly worthy man in the entire damned world by his measure, even if it seemed he got weaker with age every day.
Shaking his head furiously, Viserys sucked in a breath before wiping his forehead.
"I grow tired of this Ser Darry. Let's go… home, for now."
The knight simply nodded, and they made their way to a conveniently placed boat station. The water carriages were always present to rake in business.
Tossing a copper piece the boatman's way, Viserys collapsed into his hard wooden bench as the boatman began to whistle and row.
'Great, a jolly one'
After a few minutes, Viserys sighed and looked to Darry.
"How has Daenerys been taking to her lessons?" He said, voice tinged with bitterness.
Darry though, visibly brightened in expression without nary a change in look.
"She still retains her exemplary progress. Already she is outpacing any tutors we can hire. It's as if the gods themselves have blessed her mind."
Viserys just smiled bitterly.
'Of course, the perfect princess to help lead a realm, wasted in this cesspool'
As his leg shook with anxiousness, an idea slowly formed in his mind.
He mulled it over for the rest of the boat ride, and when they exited at their district he crossed his arms and turned to Darry.
"How would one contact the Golden Company?
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I'm 3 now.
I'm 3 years old in a medieval (well, here renaissance-ish) era world where a cold could still easily knock me dead.
At least I can walk and use my hands properly. The first year I was… reborn, had been sanity rending as my normally high input mind was starved of any form of entertainment, or even just anything to do.
Even my well earned freak-out had worn off quickly, not even halfway through the journey across the sea.
Still, I think I've well adjusted to my new life. Since we still had our remaining wealth life wasn't too hard, and books, while expensive, were well within our budget.
Paper too, which was damn good for the sudden investment I've been putting into my art. But at the moment I was using it for something else.
Ignoring my current nanny as she called for me to go eat, I finished penning a design on a piece of rough parchment (I saved the finer stuff for finished work), carefully looking it over as the ink dried and trying to find any flaw in my design.
Hrm, no, should be a simple enough thing, just the initial expense would be hard to justify. Maybe make a smaller test model to show it off first?
After the ink was dried, I stored the design away and sighed at my current lack of ability to perform any form of heavy lifting. I was three and a girl besides.
I stood up from my well used leather padded chair and made my way downstairs to eat my "favorite" meal of beans, rice, a small strip of red meat, smells like beef today, with a varying side of vegetables and a cup of mostly fresh milk.
I actually despised most vegetables, felt milk should only be drank with pancakes and pb&j sandwiches, and only liked beans on occasion. But I'll be damned if I can't ring out as much height and "development" out of this body as I can. Also the milk served to build up a resistance to disease that would inevitably be required in this filth covered world. (or at least that's how I thought it worked, may be wrong, meh)
I ate my food quickly, today was a rest day, tomorrow I'll exercise before I eat, today is for some level of enjoyment.
As I ate I looked to the small glass window, a luxury even in Braavos, and narrowed my eyes at the sight of Viserys coming with Willem.
Shit, he was just off to seek support wasn't he? Better scram.
Slamming the rest of my milk down, I ran off into the small courtyard to snatch a lemon from the tree before entering my "workshop" (a storeroom with a desk and some secondhand craftsman tools I'd gathered over my short life) and locking the door.
I'm not dealing with your shit this day brother!
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Lisa, maid to the exiles, hummed as she cleaned the estate room by room.
This was an easy enough job, steady pay, nary any harassment, though she worried about when Viserys got a bit older, he was already eyeing her up, and she knew the law hardly mattered to the rich.
Eventually she found herself in the storage room. It had been a while since she'd dusted.
Opening the door, she blinked at the sight of the princess sat on the ground, fiddling with some wooden contraption.
She looked up, a smear of oil on her cheek.
"Oh, hello Lisa." She stated, before immediately turning back to the thing in her hands.
Lisa herself let out a sigh.
"You know the young master doesn't like you getting dirty Dany."
the girl just shrugged, then grabbed a wooden board from the contraption and jiggled it, before turning to her with a frown.
"Can you give this thing a good thump Lisa?" She lifted the thing up, and Lisa giggled before doing so.
The board seemed to lock into place around it's four wooden dowels, and with a cry of victory Daenerys set the thing on her desk where some parchment was sat.
"Daenerys?" Lisa asked, looking concerned as the girl grabbed some inks and began apply it to some blocks she hadn't noticed on the bottom board of the device.
She just grinned at her.
"Hmm, oh don't worry, just a fun project. Can you help me put a rock on this?" The girl slid a piece of parchment inside and brought the top board down, and Lisa shook her head.
"Alright, but after you must bathe and go straight to bed." Dany just nodded absentmindedly as Lisa lifted a hefty rock the girl seemed to have dragged in here.
Placing it atop the device, she turned to her.
"Now, a bath then bed young lady!"
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A/N – I remember scrolling through the wiki to see Viserys hosting the golden company. Next time you may see Dany's suitable reaction and the shitstorm that'll cause.
Oh fun times ahead.
Hmm, oh yes, and don't let your kids near woodworking tools, it's a recipe for disaster.
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ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
- Location
- Europe
Starting early, I see. I approve.
Also, keeping good relations with those who make your food and clean your rooms? Good for survival, that's for sure.
Also, keeping good relations with those who make your food and clean your rooms? Good for survival, that's for sure.
- Location
- West Michigan
I generally consider "reincarnated SI has full awareness from birth" to be a major warning sign. StrangerOrders' Dance-era fic handled the issue with sheer quality and having the characters be just as unnerved as the readers, but IMO it's better to either isekai in without reincarnation, or if you feel you have to reincarnate then have the SI memories filter in later. With Dany, though, I do understand that you can't jump in too late or you'll be locked out of any extremely divergent routes.
This is the only Dany SI I've ever seen on the three forums, so I'll stick around and see how it goes.
This is the only Dany SI I've ever seen on the three forums, so I'll stick around and see how it goes.
ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
- Location
- Europe
Well, to be fair, there is not much to read as of yet, so passing judgement right now would be simply wrong.
But, let's go over it.
With the Gaemon Dragonsteel SI, we had early emergence of SI handled by people taking notice - but that was to be expected. He was the male child that didn't make much of a secret of his talents. To be fair, he had to do things that way, but still. He was surrounded by people who knew what to expect and could thus spot deviations.
With Dany, things are different. While Sir Darry and Viserys make note of her intelligence, neither is all that versed in what is normal. The servants do not remember the times of Valyria, nor the time of Aegon's conquest. They do know Targaryens dance on the border between insanity and genius, so it's 'Targaryen nomal'. And Dany learns what they teach her, but while we know what a contraption she is building, others think she's simply playing around with woodcarving. Notable, but not alarming.
Additionally, we need to take into account position of women in ASOIAF. Unless she starts directly interfering in other's business, she's invisible until they need a wife/mistress.
- Location
- Minnesota
it's really not all that hard to get a basic one set up. you don't even need to use a wiki or anything, it's mostly coming up with the idea that is the big step. Everything else, like the ink running all over and such, is just trial and error.
And a hell lot of money... What most people don't realize is that Gutenberg was bankrupt before he finished printing the first run of bibles. Printing with movable letters is far more than pressing something down on paper, you'd likely need a skilled blacksmith's full time work, a large supply of extremely expensive paper....
You alternatives? Nobody is going to let you near an archive anywhere you'd even stand a slim chance of gaining power. You'd only let people in there the ruler trusts. (And in Westeros apparently Maesters?)
Letherworking? Oh wow, not quite a royal occupation. In fact since it dealt with skinning and cleaning carcasses before the next steps it was in most places only considered a half step above grave diggers and executioners on the social scale.
- Location
- Minnesota
I haven't made an industrial version, this thing is pure carved wood and gravity. It's not the most efficient setup, and may not ever be fully functional. If nothing else it gives Dany/me (Kaiserys?) something to do
it's more along the lines of Chinese/Japanese printing.
this isn't even me trying to gain power, just inventing for the lulz. If Dany get's something out of it, all the better
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Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
The Free Cities have one hell of an economy: The sort that the real world could barely dream of until damn late in the game. Essos has insanely depressed labor and raw resource costs due to the unprecedented glut of fresh slaves, sprawling networks of state sponsored craftsman guilds and oligopolies, and a level of technology that makes me surprised they don't already have the printing press. I imagine that, again, it comes down to the sheer number of scribes that could be fielded.
Braavos still exploits slaves by proxy, just by being the dominant trading power between Ibben and Volantis, but since it has to rely on local labor for its own efforts there would definitely be a market for this. This is probably the only place there is both the economy and the impetus. And the Iron Bank would be just fine with playing venture capitalist if they have reason.
They would use it to grab you by the balls, though. They are better than the slavers but they are as ruthless as Venice at its worst.
It would probably fail though? But having any craft at all means something if you end up following the Beggar Prince.
Braavos still exploits slaves by proxy, just by being the dominant trading power between Ibben and Volantis, but since it has to rely on local labor for its own efforts there would definitely be a market for this. This is probably the only place there is both the economy and the impetus. And the Iron Bank would be just fine with playing venture capitalist if they have reason.
They would use it to grab you by the balls, though. They are better than the slavers but they are as ruthless as Venice at its worst.
It would probably fail though? But having any craft at all means something if you end up following the Beggar Prince.
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- Location
- India
A printing press? Thinking too small, should've gone directly to mirrors using silver nitrate or better yet smokeless gun poweder like cordite. Never mind, we should replace dragons entirely and go with Jet Fighters
Chapter 4
- Location
- Minnesota
Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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The grand Celebration Hall of Braavos sparkled with the glow of a thousand candles,, all spaced out along the feasting tables in positions to add to the aura of the moment.
The long mahogany tables were draped with fine linen and foodstuffs, from simple pastries to whole roast pigs were arrayed all over the hall.
Hundreds of men in glittering jewel encrusted armor raised tankards of ale or goblets of wine in their feasting, heartily tearing through the delicate meats, well seasoned cheeses and fresh fruits with gusto that only hardened veterans could produce. Even more outside the hall throughout the city and in a small tent city outside also feasted.
Viserys himself sat at the head of the hall, appearing all like a mighty king on his well carved wooden throne, alongside the captain-general himself of the Golden Company.
I simply sat in my place next to him, eye twitching with force every moment I spotted somebody take our gold into their mouths then shout for more.
Fist clenched under the table, I tried to appear aloof at least, but the lack of conversation from the lieutenant next to me spoke volumes for my current disposition.
The would-be king himself raised a glass of wine to the roiling crowd of happy men below.
"This is a mighty feast, is it not?" The crowd ignored him at first, his reedy voice not managing to pierce the thicket.
Some coughs from the officers quickly made their way down the ranks though, and within a minute everybody looked to the suddenly less confident Viserys.
"A grand host such as this, I can scarcely imagine any force in this world that could withstand you. So here, eat my food and drink my drink, for I can promise you far more feasts in the future."
My hands were bleeding. Holy shit they were actually bleeding.
"As such, I turn to the commander himself, what say you, noble Westerosi, shall you take up arms, and bring me to my rightful throne? Off to your true home?"
The company commander, Harry Strickland, smiled and stood up, causing everyone in the hall to do the same.
He continued to smile at Viserys for a good few seconds, before casually grabbing a choice haunch of turkey, glistening with the seasonings I had myself helped with (at Viserys' insistence) and took a proper chomp out of it.
This signaled the rest of his men to follow.
Mostly finished chewing, the captain-general smirked.
"I would never deny free food for me and my boys, but alas, leaving Essos isn't good for business. And from the very fact that I do not see you living ina grand palace, with dozens of guards,tells me you do not have the gold to keep us for long."
Viserys' rapidly reddening face was nearly steaming at this point, but the commander casually turned away, grabbing a new haunch, turkey lover this one, and the unopened bottle of wine on the table before whistling as his men began to stand, patting heavy bellies and re-securing their arms and armor they had loosened.
"Wait, you're just going to eat my food and leave?" Viserys cried, and the men began a rolling laughter spreading through the hall until it's cacophony hurt my delicate young ears.
"Don't ever offer anything free 'milord', for there is no reason to follow up on a promise that doesn't exist."
The crowd was halfway through the entrance, all the mostly full containers of alcohol noticeably absent, before Viserys stood to his feet and screa-ahem, I mean, "roared" with fury.
Darry quickly grabbed him, stopping him from doing anything that would cause an incident, and I simply sat back and ate my fill.
I had just grabbed one of the few haunches of well seasoned meat left for myself as the golden Company was gone, and Viserys was let go to throw a bottle of ale across the hall.
"YOU!" I looked up from my delicious, delicious turkey and raised a brow at my brother's heaving shoulders. His eyes narrowed, and suddenly my meat was on the other side of the room.
"Meat~" I whimpered, before lifting myself up to glare at him.
"What was that for!"
His nostrils flared.
"How can you just sit there and eat at a time like this!" He cried out, before finally grabbing my arm.
Oh fuck no.
"Darry!"
In an instant, Viserys was separated from me, and the closest thing to a father figure we had turned a baleful glare to my brother, who just realized what he did and, to his credit, looked ashamed.
"I… need to think." He turned away and left, likely off to get more wine.
Idiot, there's perfectly fine wine right here, it's expensive shit too.
Sigh
"Your grace, please try not to antagonize your brother." I gave Darry an incredulous look, and he stiffened.
"You have been silently mocking him for this entire debacle. I understand that you may not agree with him, but that is no reason to actively scorn him."
I sighed and shook my head.
"Do we still have enough money to live comfortably?"
The man coughed.
"Yes, Mayhaps not as luxuriously as royalty should, but you could still afford the lifestyle of a wealthy merchant." I sucked in air through my nose.
Godsdamnit all, my idiot brother's going to ruin us.
"And you still refuse to place it at the ban-"
Darry slashed his arm.
"Absolutely not, nobody can be trusted with such a large sum but us, who knows whether or not the bankers would simply refuse us your money come withdrawal and leave you destitute!" He stated, just like all the other times I'd suggested it.
Sucks that this exact position would be what ruins us, you old fart.
I snorted and turned aside, picking up a spilled goblet and placing it upright.
"The mess alone going to be quite the bill." I eyed a candle and casually flitted my fingers through the flames.
My one advantage in the world, other than our risky wealth and my stolen birthright. I had no idea whether this was true in the books or the show, but I know that fire does not hurt me.
Perhaps… I should use that…..
No, I'm not that desperate… yet….
Though perhaps I should start… researching, just in case.
Yes….
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"Hmm, interesting."
I stared as the man turned over my most advanced printing press in his arms a few times, testing the weight, moving the parts back and forth, and giving a good look to the letter blocks and the sack beside me of similar blocks.
He turned to me.
"Ten silver"
My brow twitched, and I nearly gave Darry the signal to kill this bastard.
No, calm down, don't resort to murder, you're better than that.
"That's hardly worth the effort it takes to make one of those."
The man shrugged before waving it at me.
"I could probably make one of these myself lass, go on, leave without the money, or take it. Five silver."
My shoulders shook, before they dropped and I held out my hand.
"Yes please."
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The thing that sucks about one of your only advantages in this world being knowledge, was that whatever you could make by yourself, just about anybody else could with the right idea in mind.
So it was I began to hear rumors across the marketplace about a new tool falling into the hands of the copyist guild, and I tried to ignore the potential spoils I could have had.
I suppose that in a land without patents it can hardly be expected to achieve anything unless it could not be replicated, but what could I do like that without a large investment?
I began to ruminate but, before we were even halfway home, Darry stumbled and clutched at his chest, before taking a knee.
I rushed over.
"Darry!" I cried, and he looked up and waved an arm.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just an ache, nothing else." He gritted out.
Despite what he said, it was a good few minutes before he was able to move again at the same speed, and he seemed to want to clutch at his breast the rest of the day.
Tell me pretty lies all you want Darry, I know your time is limited.
Shit, I'm only four, how the hells am I supposed to do this?
I'd just have to store my stolen treasure faster. All throughout the house courtyard there were little pits I had placed our wealth when I though no-one was looking, mostly gems or jewelry, with a few gold bits here and there.
It wasn't much, it's kind of hard to miss a little girl with an arm full of wealth, after all, but I had a fair amount stored over the years from when Darry would let me into the vault to try on the family jewels.
"Vault" was a kind word for the room with a solid oak door and locked chests, but still.
I fingered my heavily encrusted bracelets. The golden company had some wisdom to them, carry your wealth with you.
Or maybe Darry could just store at least a little of our stuff in the bank, come on!
…
I hope he doesn't die, I really do…
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A/N – Sorry, I've had this finished for a while, just got lazy with editing.
So yeah, not the best idea to go showing off your inventions to people if it's too simple, otherwise they might just catch on how to make it themselves.
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The grand Celebration Hall of Braavos sparkled with the glow of a thousand candles,, all spaced out along the feasting tables in positions to add to the aura of the moment.
The long mahogany tables were draped with fine linen and foodstuffs, from simple pastries to whole roast pigs were arrayed all over the hall.
Hundreds of men in glittering jewel encrusted armor raised tankards of ale or goblets of wine in their feasting, heartily tearing through the delicate meats, well seasoned cheeses and fresh fruits with gusto that only hardened veterans could produce. Even more outside the hall throughout the city and in a small tent city outside also feasted.
Viserys himself sat at the head of the hall, appearing all like a mighty king on his well carved wooden throne, alongside the captain-general himself of the Golden Company.
I simply sat in my place next to him, eye twitching with force every moment I spotted somebody take our gold into their mouths then shout for more.
Fist clenched under the table, I tried to appear aloof at least, but the lack of conversation from the lieutenant next to me spoke volumes for my current disposition.
The would-be king himself raised a glass of wine to the roiling crowd of happy men below.
"This is a mighty feast, is it not?" The crowd ignored him at first, his reedy voice not managing to pierce the thicket.
Some coughs from the officers quickly made their way down the ranks though, and within a minute everybody looked to the suddenly less confident Viserys.
"A grand host such as this, I can scarcely imagine any force in this world that could withstand you. So here, eat my food and drink my drink, for I can promise you far more feasts in the future."
My hands were bleeding. Holy shit they were actually bleeding.
"As such, I turn to the commander himself, what say you, noble Westerosi, shall you take up arms, and bring me to my rightful throne? Off to your true home?"
The company commander, Harry Strickland, smiled and stood up, causing everyone in the hall to do the same.
He continued to smile at Viserys for a good few seconds, before casually grabbing a choice haunch of turkey, glistening with the seasonings I had myself helped with (at Viserys' insistence) and took a proper chomp out of it.
This signaled the rest of his men to follow.
Mostly finished chewing, the captain-general smirked.
"I would never deny free food for me and my boys, but alas, leaving Essos isn't good for business. And from the very fact that I do not see you living ina grand palace, with dozens of guards,tells me you do not have the gold to keep us for long."
Viserys' rapidly reddening face was nearly steaming at this point, but the commander casually turned away, grabbing a new haunch, turkey lover this one, and the unopened bottle of wine on the table before whistling as his men began to stand, patting heavy bellies and re-securing their arms and armor they had loosened.
"Wait, you're just going to eat my food and leave?" Viserys cried, and the men began a rolling laughter spreading through the hall until it's cacophony hurt my delicate young ears.
"Don't ever offer anything free 'milord', for there is no reason to follow up on a promise that doesn't exist."
The crowd was halfway through the entrance, all the mostly full containers of alcohol noticeably absent, before Viserys stood to his feet and screa-ahem, I mean, "roared" with fury.
Darry quickly grabbed him, stopping him from doing anything that would cause an incident, and I simply sat back and ate my fill.
I had just grabbed one of the few haunches of well seasoned meat left for myself as the golden Company was gone, and Viserys was let go to throw a bottle of ale across the hall.
"YOU!" I looked up from my delicious, delicious turkey and raised a brow at my brother's heaving shoulders. His eyes narrowed, and suddenly my meat was on the other side of the room.
"Meat~" I whimpered, before lifting myself up to glare at him.
"What was that for!"
His nostrils flared.
"How can you just sit there and eat at a time like this!" He cried out, before finally grabbing my arm.
Oh fuck no.
"Darry!"
In an instant, Viserys was separated from me, and the closest thing to a father figure we had turned a baleful glare to my brother, who just realized what he did and, to his credit, looked ashamed.
"I… need to think." He turned away and left, likely off to get more wine.
Idiot, there's perfectly fine wine right here, it's expensive shit too.
Sigh
"Your grace, please try not to antagonize your brother." I gave Darry an incredulous look, and he stiffened.
"You have been silently mocking him for this entire debacle. I understand that you may not agree with him, but that is no reason to actively scorn him."
I sighed and shook my head.
"Do we still have enough money to live comfortably?"
The man coughed.
"Yes, Mayhaps not as luxuriously as royalty should, but you could still afford the lifestyle of a wealthy merchant." I sucked in air through my nose.
Godsdamnit all, my idiot brother's going to ruin us.
"And you still refuse to place it at the ban-"
Darry slashed his arm.
"Absolutely not, nobody can be trusted with such a large sum but us, who knows whether or not the bankers would simply refuse us your money come withdrawal and leave you destitute!" He stated, just like all the other times I'd suggested it.
Sucks that this exact position would be what ruins us, you old fart.
I snorted and turned aside, picking up a spilled goblet and placing it upright.
"The mess alone going to be quite the bill." I eyed a candle and casually flitted my fingers through the flames.
My one advantage in the world, other than our risky wealth and my stolen birthright. I had no idea whether this was true in the books or the show, but I know that fire does not hurt me.
Perhaps… I should use that…..
No, I'm not that desperate… yet….
Though perhaps I should start… researching, just in case.
Yes….
Oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oo-o-o
"Hmm, interesting."
I stared as the man turned over my most advanced printing press in his arms a few times, testing the weight, moving the parts back and forth, and giving a good look to the letter blocks and the sack beside me of similar blocks.
He turned to me.
"Ten silver"
My brow twitched, and I nearly gave Darry the signal to kill this bastard.
No, calm down, don't resort to murder, you're better than that.
"That's hardly worth the effort it takes to make one of those."
The man shrugged before waving it at me.
"I could probably make one of these myself lass, go on, leave without the money, or take it. Five silver."
My shoulders shook, before they dropped and I held out my hand.
"Yes please."
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The thing that sucks about one of your only advantages in this world being knowledge, was that whatever you could make by yourself, just about anybody else could with the right idea in mind.
So it was I began to hear rumors across the marketplace about a new tool falling into the hands of the copyist guild, and I tried to ignore the potential spoils I could have had.
I suppose that in a land without patents it can hardly be expected to achieve anything unless it could not be replicated, but what could I do like that without a large investment?
I began to ruminate but, before we were even halfway home, Darry stumbled and clutched at his chest, before taking a knee.
I rushed over.
"Darry!" I cried, and he looked up and waved an arm.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just an ache, nothing else." He gritted out.
Despite what he said, it was a good few minutes before he was able to move again at the same speed, and he seemed to want to clutch at his breast the rest of the day.
Tell me pretty lies all you want Darry, I know your time is limited.
Shit, I'm only four, how the hells am I supposed to do this?
I'd just have to store my stolen treasure faster. All throughout the house courtyard there were little pits I had placed our wealth when I though no-one was looking, mostly gems or jewelry, with a few gold bits here and there.
It wasn't much, it's kind of hard to miss a little girl with an arm full of wealth, after all, but I had a fair amount stored over the years from when Darry would let me into the vault to try on the family jewels.
"Vault" was a kind word for the room with a solid oak door and locked chests, but still.
I fingered my heavily encrusted bracelets. The golden company had some wisdom to them, carry your wealth with you.
Or maybe Darry could just store at least a little of our stuff in the bank, come on!
…
I hope he doesn't die, I really do…
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A/N – Sorry, I've had this finished for a while, just got lazy with editing.
So yeah, not the best idea to go showing off your inventions to people if it's too simple, otherwise they might just catch on how to make it themselves.
The thing with the printing press was really stupid you got totally scammed and let them get away with it, letting Darry kill the bastard would have been a better course of action, you pretty much gave away the idea for a revolutionary device for basically nothing, should have just saved the design and refined it until you were older and could just sell book copies yourself, were you really that desperate for a few extra silvers?
- Location
- Minnesota
the printing press is actually an incredibly simple invention for all it's influence. The main issue is coming up with the idea.
The guildsman realized how easily he could construct the same thing, and with no such thing as patents Kaiserys quickly realized that he was telling the truth, and that the money was simply a courtesy
so basically, don't give it away and not have a few silver, or give it away and have a few silver. make the best of what you got and all that. Story me now knows not to show off inventions to people until she knows they cannot steal any ideas from her, it's a learning experience.
Chapter 5
- Location
- Minnesota
Into the Fire – Daenerys ASOIAF SI
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It happened in the middle of the night.
Our hired guards had been off on their day off to drink their pay away, and Darry was to be patrolling the halls this night.
Unfortunately, the fact he collapsed was rapidly made known by our servants, and soon enough all those awake had the door to our money open using the key from Darry's still warm body.
I awoke to cries of jubilation and the sound of metal jingling and feet pounding the floors, and as soon as I had seen what had happened I knew all was lost.
Rushing out into the small courtyard with it's single lemon tree still standing in the center, I quickly dug up my most valuable gems and pocketed them, thankful that I had such things on my linen pajamas.
I began to hear my brother's voice screaming, picking out the fact he was demanding they put the money back.
Oh my poor, soon to be literally poor brother, I kinda sorta love you but damn you're stupid.
Finishing my task, I returned to my room to pack a satchel with a few coins and smaller gems thrown in to throw off our little traitors, thankful that most my plans were inside my own head, then ran out to my brother, as the door was the only way out.
There one of the servants, the cook, I noted with hurt in my chest, was sort of directing the whole affair. A big burly man that I'd grown somewhat fond of while trying to cook dishes from "home".
The bastard, I'll kill you.
"Oy, the children are here."
The others snorted, and soon enough the chef opened the door.
"Get out of here, I've got a party to arrange." He waved a piece of paper with a grin, it was the proof of purchase Darry had stored away.
After Viserys opened his mouth, a meaty hand knocked him to the floor with a mighty slap to the face.
"Been waiting to do that for ages." He said, sneering.
Soon enough my satchel was ripped from me, and he shoved me out the door while literally booting Viserys.
The red door slammed shut.
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As sunlight turned to dusk, I looked to my hands, clasped together, before sighing.
I was sat with Viserys on a bench outside one of the iron bank's buildings. He was muttering angrily to himself, visibly shaking.
I had handed him most of our valuables already, which he'd nearly knocked out of my hands before realizing what he was about to do.
I still had a few choice gems on my person, but I was certainly not wealthy.
Sneaking a glance to the sky, I sighed.
"I suppose there's nothing for it."
Standing up, I noted Viserys looking to me and I grit my teeth.
"Good luck brother."
I began to walk away, and he grabbed my shoulder.
"Where do yo think you're going?" He asked, and I sighed.
"I suppose you could say I'm off to join the faith, there's nowhere else to go, just keep yourself healthy brother."
I then tore myself from his grasp and ran.
Ignoring his cries, I ran until i9 was far enough away to be sure he wouldn't find me.
Slowing to a stroll, I made my way through town towards the center where the Green, Hero's, and Long Canal met, forming a sort of central "lake".
Towards the northwest end was a collection of islands supporting huge, grand temples, the Moonsinger's most prominent compared to the Isle of the Gods containing dozens of smaller temples.
Also starkly obvious yet at the same time plain and unobtrusive was the house of black and white, the home of the worshiper of death.
There was even a Sept of the Seven.
I ignored all of that to focus on one in particular. Not the largest temple, nor the richest, but still it had an island to itself and it seemed the most… bright, so say the least.
Atop the temple was a huge flame that only grew larger as dusk approached, braziers all across the island lit with roaring fires and red robed priests wondered about, tending to the fires or proselytizing to passersby.
I brushed past everyone until I was in the main chamber of the temple, the polished marble of the exterior gave way to the same, yet hidden by the orange and red light from the central fire filling the chamber. I gulped as I tried to push my nerves away.
At least I was safe, if nothing else.
I walked towards a Red Priestess who wasn't yet preaching one of the small groups wandering about. Despite the temple's prominence they had nowhere near the crowds I could see roiling even from a distance on the Moonsinger's isle, only a few scattered groupings.
The woman, who was rather attractive in a sultry manner which I was not yet old enough to appreciate, looked to me with a small smile.
"Ah, are you here to learn of R'hllor young one? I haven't seen you here before."
I resisted the urge to sigh, I've heard all the pretty words preachers say.
"I've been thinking about it miss, can you tell me about him?"
the woman smiled kindly and knelt down slightly to get her eyes almost level with mine, huh, she knows children.
"If you truly seek to save yourself, then I suppose it is not too late in the day. Come, stand by me next to the flame, but I'll have you know that we'll be performing the ritual of the night soon, so this will have to be brief."
The large bonfire in the center of the room of course dominated the room, set inside a well cut stone basin with bronze fittings.
Standing before it, the Priestess stared into the flames for but a moment before turning to me, good, no alarm yet.
"Here child, I'm sure you've gazed into a fireplace before at least once, yes?" She said, words silky smooth to my ears, though I'm sure from the large jewel at her collar it was some form of magic.
"Yes." It had been a fruitless effort on my part to get a read on the Red God before I attempted this, but I was obviously missing some form of technique the priestess would either perform or use themselves to gaze into the flame.
As it were, I'm sure she was talking about casually while cooking or something.
"Yes, well, it is our faith's primary method of worship to our god, R'hllor. Most times, it manifests as peaceful meditation, where in occasionally, if we are blessed, he will render unto us a vision of his will, this can be of the future, or the past, or simply what he wills us to do in his name.
"Other than that, we also offer on to him a sacrifice, something of worth, so usually we will sacrifice a cow if a wealthy farmer wishes for a good harvest, or perhaps a goat from the shepherds, in hope of avoiding the lusts of the Dothraki."
I looked to the roaring bonfire and tapped her knee.
"I've heard grown-ups say that you burn people too."
The woman continued to smile.
"Yes, for great deeds that require greater sacrifice, like war, politics, and even changing the weather itself, we give onto Him the most valuable thing in this world."
Hmph, even if the soul is real, which I'm willing to give to this world, I'm fairly sure human souls aren't anywhere near all that important. I'm sure there's things worth more in the eyes of a god than us puny mortals.
But, as it were, I've got a miracle to perform.
"And, um, preistess lady?"
The woman chuckled.
"Oh call me Anise, young one."
I nodded.
"If R'hllor is the god of fire, then what happens if something does not burn?"
The woman tilted her head.
"All things burn child, even metal and stone melt, if the flame burns hot enough."
I stood up and looked to the flames.
Well R'hllor, if you want to strike a deal, now will be the time.
I sucked in a breath, before leaping into the ashy pit.
Everyone in the church gasped or cried out as they saw a child seemingly leap to her death, but after a minute they just stared gaping at my naked form kneeling in the fire.
The reason for my own silence, other than instinctively holding my breath even though it wasn't truly needed, was the images passing by my eyes.
I saw Dothraki hoards burning and retreating, I saw cities fall, I saw fleets sink below the sea.
But, most importantly, I saw a sword, wreathed in flame, in my hand and a great expanse of snow in front of me, a tide of sickening black in the distance barreling towards me and a line of shadowy figures I couldn't make out.
Finally the visions overwhelmed me, and I tumbled out of the bonfire.
Catching my breath, for even for me breathing in the center of a fire made me feel lightheaded, I looked up to see everybody looking at me with shocked eyes, then, slowly, they all knelt.
Anise stood there for a good few second before something came over her and she too knelt, though this was to grasp my shoulders.
"You, you must be a gift from R'hllor himself… Praise the Flame! Praise the Sun!"
Chants echoed through the chamber, and even with all the possibilities now running through my head I just couldn't get one thing out of my mind.
Give me clothes already!
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A/N - Phew, this chapter took a lot of editing to work into something that isn't a train-wreck, a lot of wiki searching, a lot of research, but the next chapter will be a lot easier.
Ok, I know a lot of you don't like Daenerys being fireproof, for whatever reason despite that it's cool as heck, but that's how it's going to be here.
Now, I've got a general plan for the future, but some help with the lore of Essos would be helpful.
Oh, and I am 22 at the time I was reborn, so theoretically Kaiserys would be mentally 27 as she is now 5, but soon I'll be exploring why that doesn't quite work for somebody with the brain of a child.
Oh, and PRAISE THE SUN! \`[T] /
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It happened in the middle of the night.
Our hired guards had been off on their day off to drink their pay away, and Darry was to be patrolling the halls this night.
Unfortunately, the fact he collapsed was rapidly made known by our servants, and soon enough all those awake had the door to our money open using the key from Darry's still warm body.
I awoke to cries of jubilation and the sound of metal jingling and feet pounding the floors, and as soon as I had seen what had happened I knew all was lost.
Rushing out into the small courtyard with it's single lemon tree still standing in the center, I quickly dug up my most valuable gems and pocketed them, thankful that I had such things on my linen pajamas.
I began to hear my brother's voice screaming, picking out the fact he was demanding they put the money back.
Oh my poor, soon to be literally poor brother, I kinda sorta love you but damn you're stupid.
Finishing my task, I returned to my room to pack a satchel with a few coins and smaller gems thrown in to throw off our little traitors, thankful that most my plans were inside my own head, then ran out to my brother, as the door was the only way out.
There one of the servants, the cook, I noted with hurt in my chest, was sort of directing the whole affair. A big burly man that I'd grown somewhat fond of while trying to cook dishes from "home".
The bastard, I'll kill you.
"Oy, the children are here."
The others snorted, and soon enough the chef opened the door.
"Get out of here, I've got a party to arrange." He waved a piece of paper with a grin, it was the proof of purchase Darry had stored away.
After Viserys opened his mouth, a meaty hand knocked him to the floor with a mighty slap to the face.
"Been waiting to do that for ages." He said, sneering.
Soon enough my satchel was ripped from me, and he shoved me out the door while literally booting Viserys.
The red door slammed shut.
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As sunlight turned to dusk, I looked to my hands, clasped together, before sighing.
I was sat with Viserys on a bench outside one of the iron bank's buildings. He was muttering angrily to himself, visibly shaking.
I had handed him most of our valuables already, which he'd nearly knocked out of my hands before realizing what he was about to do.
I still had a few choice gems on my person, but I was certainly not wealthy.
Sneaking a glance to the sky, I sighed.
"I suppose there's nothing for it."
Standing up, I noted Viserys looking to me and I grit my teeth.
"Good luck brother."
I began to walk away, and he grabbed my shoulder.
"Where do yo think you're going?" He asked, and I sighed.
"I suppose you could say I'm off to join the faith, there's nowhere else to go, just keep yourself healthy brother."
I then tore myself from his grasp and ran.
Ignoring his cries, I ran until i9 was far enough away to be sure he wouldn't find me.
Slowing to a stroll, I made my way through town towards the center where the Green, Hero's, and Long Canal met, forming a sort of central "lake".
Towards the northwest end was a collection of islands supporting huge, grand temples, the Moonsinger's most prominent compared to the Isle of the Gods containing dozens of smaller temples.
Also starkly obvious yet at the same time plain and unobtrusive was the house of black and white, the home of the worshiper of death.
There was even a Sept of the Seven.
I ignored all of that to focus on one in particular. Not the largest temple, nor the richest, but still it had an island to itself and it seemed the most… bright, so say the least.
Atop the temple was a huge flame that only grew larger as dusk approached, braziers all across the island lit with roaring fires and red robed priests wondered about, tending to the fires or proselytizing to passersby.
I brushed past everyone until I was in the main chamber of the temple, the polished marble of the exterior gave way to the same, yet hidden by the orange and red light from the central fire filling the chamber. I gulped as I tried to push my nerves away.
At least I was safe, if nothing else.
I walked towards a Red Priestess who wasn't yet preaching one of the small groups wandering about. Despite the temple's prominence they had nowhere near the crowds I could see roiling even from a distance on the Moonsinger's isle, only a few scattered groupings.
The woman, who was rather attractive in a sultry manner which I was not yet old enough to appreciate, looked to me with a small smile.
"Ah, are you here to learn of R'hllor young one? I haven't seen you here before."
I resisted the urge to sigh, I've heard all the pretty words preachers say.
"I've been thinking about it miss, can you tell me about him?"
the woman smiled kindly and knelt down slightly to get her eyes almost level with mine, huh, she knows children.
"If you truly seek to save yourself, then I suppose it is not too late in the day. Come, stand by me next to the flame, but I'll have you know that we'll be performing the ritual of the night soon, so this will have to be brief."
The large bonfire in the center of the room of course dominated the room, set inside a well cut stone basin with bronze fittings.
Standing before it, the Priestess stared into the flames for but a moment before turning to me, good, no alarm yet.
"Here child, I'm sure you've gazed into a fireplace before at least once, yes?" She said, words silky smooth to my ears, though I'm sure from the large jewel at her collar it was some form of magic.
"Yes." It had been a fruitless effort on my part to get a read on the Red God before I attempted this, but I was obviously missing some form of technique the priestess would either perform or use themselves to gaze into the flame.
As it were, I'm sure she was talking about casually while cooking or something.
"Yes, well, it is our faith's primary method of worship to our god, R'hllor. Most times, it manifests as peaceful meditation, where in occasionally, if we are blessed, he will render unto us a vision of his will, this can be of the future, or the past, or simply what he wills us to do in his name.
"Other than that, we also offer on to him a sacrifice, something of worth, so usually we will sacrifice a cow if a wealthy farmer wishes for a good harvest, or perhaps a goat from the shepherds, in hope of avoiding the lusts of the Dothraki."
I looked to the roaring bonfire and tapped her knee.
"I've heard grown-ups say that you burn people too."
The woman continued to smile.
"Yes, for great deeds that require greater sacrifice, like war, politics, and even changing the weather itself, we give onto Him the most valuable thing in this world."
Hmph, even if the soul is real, which I'm willing to give to this world, I'm fairly sure human souls aren't anywhere near all that important. I'm sure there's things worth more in the eyes of a god than us puny mortals.
But, as it were, I've got a miracle to perform.
"And, um, preistess lady?"
The woman chuckled.
"Oh call me Anise, young one."
I nodded.
"If R'hllor is the god of fire, then what happens if something does not burn?"
The woman tilted her head.
"All things burn child, even metal and stone melt, if the flame burns hot enough."
I stood up and looked to the flames.
Well R'hllor, if you want to strike a deal, now will be the time.
I sucked in a breath, before leaping into the ashy pit.
Everyone in the church gasped or cried out as they saw a child seemingly leap to her death, but after a minute they just stared gaping at my naked form kneeling in the fire.
The reason for my own silence, other than instinctively holding my breath even though it wasn't truly needed, was the images passing by my eyes.
I saw Dothraki hoards burning and retreating, I saw cities fall, I saw fleets sink below the sea.
But, most importantly, I saw a sword, wreathed in flame, in my hand and a great expanse of snow in front of me, a tide of sickening black in the distance barreling towards me and a line of shadowy figures I couldn't make out.
Finally the visions overwhelmed me, and I tumbled out of the bonfire.
Catching my breath, for even for me breathing in the center of a fire made me feel lightheaded, I looked up to see everybody looking at me with shocked eyes, then, slowly, they all knelt.
Anise stood there for a good few second before something came over her and she too knelt, though this was to grasp my shoulders.
"You, you must be a gift from R'hllor himself… Praise the Flame! Praise the Sun!"
Chants echoed through the chamber, and even with all the possibilities now running through my head I just couldn't get one thing out of my mind.
Give me clothes already!
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A/N - Phew, this chapter took a lot of editing to work into something that isn't a train-wreck, a lot of wiki searching, a lot of research, but the next chapter will be a lot easier.
Ok, I know a lot of you don't like Daenerys being fireproof, for whatever reason despite that it's cool as heck, but that's how it's going to be here.
Now, I've got a general plan for the future, but some help with the lore of Essos would be helpful.
Oh, and I am 22 at the time I was reborn, so theoretically Kaiserys would be mentally 27 as she is now 5, but soon I'll be exploring why that doesn't quite work for somebody with the brain of a child.
Oh, and PRAISE THE SUN! \`[T] /
- Location
- Scotland
To be honest I don't get what the big deal about being immune to fire is. True in the book it was "magical event" that was outside normality. Though we have no explanation as to why. The idea that Dany is a unique individual that is immune explains that whole scene much more easily compared to a situational event that is poorly understood. For example if it was a unique event mystical event why did her hair burn? Why would the fire differentiate between hair and flesh. See completely inconsistent and arbitrary.
I'm fine with this overall but it felt kinda choppy here in the middle. I had half a mind thinking she was going to the faceless men, and I was thinking about how interesting that would be considering Dany isn't Dany at all...but someone else, naturally being an SI. I could imagine there being some interesting effects there in having a patron god that reflects your 'many faces' in a literal way, how many SI have you done? I suppose it would be kinda meta in a way. Its also the easiest way to gain skills you simply don't have...plus protection from the kings assassins as well.
Still I suppose Fire Worship is okay. Kinda predictable but I hope you do something interesting with it!
I'm fine with this overall but it felt kinda choppy here in the middle. I had half a mind thinking she was going to the faceless men, and I was thinking about how interesting that would be considering Dany isn't Dany at all...but someone else, naturally being an SI. I could imagine there being some interesting effects there in having a patron god that reflects your 'many faces' in a literal way, how many SI have you done? I suppose it would be kinda meta in a way. Its also the easiest way to gain skills you simply don't have...plus protection from the kings assassins as well.
Still I suppose Fire Worship is okay. Kinda predictable but I hope you do something interesting with it!
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- Location
- Minnesota
now I has more plot bunnies, must resist, MUST BURN THE BUNNIES!!!
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- Location
- Earth
BURN THE HERETIC, USE THE FLAMER, THE HEAVY FLAMER
- Location
- West Michigan
Kosh, I have a quick question!
...Sounds legit.
...Sounds legit.
