The Dragon Ascendant: NO SV: Welcome To Another Viserys Targaryen Quest (A Ck2 Quest)
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I personally was thinking on a actually comfortable throne, more humble and subtle compared to the previous monstruosity and builded using the best craftsmanshift available in Westeros.
A juxtaposition between having to show that was no longer real, to no need in showing off how great and powerful we already are:
(Naturally replace the Eagles/Falcons with Dragons)
[X] What do you Choose
-[X] What do you call it?
-[X] Grand Royal Throne
A juxtaposition between having to show that was no longer real, to no need in showing off how great and powerful we already are:
(Naturally replace the Eagles/Falcons with Dragons)
[X] What do you Choose
-[X] What do you call it?
-[X] Grand Royal Throne
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-[X] Dragon Throne
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-[X] Dragon Throne
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- Somewhere
We sorta do? As long as the post is not contributing to the main thread discussion the thread can get locked. And there were already few enough votes as it was, so even one more vote is neat and fine.
Since we're "back". Your thoughts on what Littlefinger did to get control of a city so quckly?
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Well, lets see:
Littlefinger has been quietly fucking around with the debts as the spymaster, using the chaos of Bobby B being a monster... into something that was going to quietly make things well.
Also, he sold us down the river for wealth and power...
And his dice rolls are really powerful.
Also, we are now back.
Scheduled vote count started by Magoose on Mar 27, 2022 at 3:23 PM, finished with 10 posts and 7 votes.
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[X] Throne for age of wealth and prosperity (with each new king being able to decide what throne they want to have and what their throne is supposed to symbolize)
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The Dragon Knight
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The Dragon Knight:
You were smiling. That was not always the case when it came to the city of King's Landing, the shit-smelling experiment of the entire population dumping their raw sewage onto the street… however, it was entirely because of one particular thing.
Catching, the So-called Dragon Knight, in the act of getting into his armor. It was a well-made piece of blackened steel, with golden inlays, and the whole ruby eyes called back to Rhaegar and his suit of armor that was on the trident.
However, this was more practical and less ornate. Some would even call what he wore, a Symbol.
And right now, he struggling to put it on with the boy by his side. He then saw you. And you recognized your nephew, the nose of his mother so pronounced with nothing else to be seen that it almost made you forget his eyes of amethyst colors and his father's face.
Along with the boy whom you saw very little during the last six months, the namesake that he wore was nothing short of incredible. Alyn Velyreon was wearing blue colors with a black sea dragon on his back. Looking colorful and brilliant.
As well as incredulous.
Aegon finally spoke. "How did you?-" He was shocked, confused, and surprised, and you smiled.
"I am the King of All of Westeros and you ask me how I found out you were off playing Knight Errant within my city and helping out my Gold Cloaks?" You folded your arms. "How bloody ridiculous of you to think that I would just, honestly… allow it to continue without my knowledge."
At that, Aegon nodded. "Alyn, are you done?"
"Yes ser." He replied as he stepped back. You took a moment to examine him and nodded your head.
"Why in the seven hells would you ever allow yourself to run around like that?" You asked.
Aegon nodded. "You wouldn't understand." He replied.
You scoffed. "Aegon, don't lie to me about what we can understand." You walked forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We both know we can understand quite a bit. When it comes to the things we try to hide from one another."
At that Aegon leaned against the wall, as if he wanted to stabilize himself for what he wanted. "I can't sleep in this city." He paused as you let the words ween their way into your mind. "Every time I sit and wait, I see the very ghosts of my mother and sister wandering around this city, watching me, talking to me, haunting my every sleeping moment, because they say they need help! And I can't help them." He had tears on his face now, and he gripped his sword. "That's the worst part. The screams. And only the screams my sister unleashes upon me, screams of vengeance and horror and death!"
Alyn quietly hides away in the shadows, to not be in the sight. "So I decided that if they would not let me rest… than I would become Vengence for every other girl and boy who have lost their families."
"There are safer and healthier ways to do that egg." You stated as Aegon slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of metal smashing a wall.
"There is, but I can't."
You frowned. "Stop acting like a fool then, and try."
A moment later, Aegon and Alyn were gone. And you sighed. "Shouldn't have taught him that trick."
Reward: Aegon and Alyn are The Dragon Knights.
And they have received funding from the Lord's of the Crownlands to battle crime, mostly to keep Alyn Safe, and see themselves in Aegons good Graces.
You are annoyed at the crazy shit your nephew is getting into.
Aegon is now haunted by the ghosts of his family and they will not stop screaming.
As it turns out, Aegon and Alyn are very good at escaping anywhere as long as there is a shadow.
You shouldn't have taught them that trick.
You were smiling. That was not always the case when it came to the city of King's Landing, the shit-smelling experiment of the entire population dumping their raw sewage onto the street… however, it was entirely because of one particular thing.
Catching, the So-called Dragon Knight, in the act of getting into his armor. It was a well-made piece of blackened steel, with golden inlays, and the whole ruby eyes called back to Rhaegar and his suit of armor that was on the trident.
However, this was more practical and less ornate. Some would even call what he wore, a Symbol.
And right now, he struggling to put it on with the boy by his side. He then saw you. And you recognized your nephew, the nose of his mother so pronounced with nothing else to be seen that it almost made you forget his eyes of amethyst colors and his father's face.
Along with the boy whom you saw very little during the last six months, the namesake that he wore was nothing short of incredible. Alyn Velyreon was wearing blue colors with a black sea dragon on his back. Looking colorful and brilliant.
As well as incredulous.
Aegon finally spoke. "How did you?-" He was shocked, confused, and surprised, and you smiled.
"I am the King of All of Westeros and you ask me how I found out you were off playing Knight Errant within my city and helping out my Gold Cloaks?" You folded your arms. "How bloody ridiculous of you to think that I would just, honestly… allow it to continue without my knowledge."
At that, Aegon nodded. "Alyn, are you done?"
"Yes ser." He replied as he stepped back. You took a moment to examine him and nodded your head.
"Why in the seven hells would you ever allow yourself to run around like that?" You asked.
Aegon nodded. "You wouldn't understand." He replied.
You scoffed. "Aegon, don't lie to me about what we can understand." You walked forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. "We both know we can understand quite a bit. When it comes to the things we try to hide from one another."
At that Aegon leaned against the wall, as if he wanted to stabilize himself for what he wanted. "I can't sleep in this city." He paused as you let the words ween their way into your mind. "Every time I sit and wait, I see the very ghosts of my mother and sister wandering around this city, watching me, talking to me, haunting my every sleeping moment, because they say they need help! And I can't help them." He had tears on his face now, and he gripped his sword. "That's the worst part. The screams. And only the screams my sister unleashes upon me, screams of vengeance and horror and death!"
Alyn quietly hides away in the shadows, to not be in the sight. "So I decided that if they would not let me rest… than I would become Vengence for every other girl and boy who have lost their families."
"There are safer and healthier ways to do that egg." You stated as Aegon slammed his hand against the wall, the sound of metal smashing a wall.
"There is, but I can't."
You frowned. "Stop acting like a fool then, and try."
A moment later, Aegon and Alyn were gone. And you sighed. "Shouldn't have taught him that trick."
Reward: Aegon and Alyn are The Dragon Knights.
And they have received funding from the Lord's of the Crownlands to battle crime, mostly to keep Alyn Safe, and see themselves in Aegons good Graces.
You are annoyed at the crazy shit your nephew is getting into.
Aegon is now haunted by the ghosts of his family and they will not stop screaming.
As it turns out, Aegon and Alyn are very good at escaping anywhere as long as there is a shadow.
You shouldn't have taught them that trick.
Yeah, so, how long until the Joker-equivalent shows up?
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Who's to say he isn't there already and Dragon Knight Year one isnt almost over?
Oh boy...
"In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in the ugly dark.
I laughed and blew it out."
-One of my favorite Joker Quotes, and one that would make weirdly sense in this Version of Westeros
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Aegon has, unfortunately, his own problems to deal with, while Viserys (and us) are dealing with a very different set of circumstances.
By circumstances, we mean... Everyone going on fire.
Oh boy...
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I mean we still have to deal with getting our printing press, The maesters getting mad at us, make the God damn faith fuck right off, and plan an... open relationship with our wife and her cousin while also planning how succession is probably going to work?
Oh and our bastard children still need to be rescued.
And find out how Dany and Tywin are getting along.
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He shall be known as "The Fool" , a man who was extorted by the corrupt goldcloaks and fell in the terrible sewers and was forever changed by them.
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I can't describe how much I am happy at that and I love it.
Gumiho
Reach heaven through violence!
Thank you I'll be here all week. I envision his master plan could be to detonate kings landing with "lost" wildfire.
"You know what they say...what doesn't kill you, simply makes you...stranger.""Why so serious?" - The Fool.
The Box you have Opened Part 1
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The Box you have Opened Part 1:
The Citadel was as you have heard of it… and it was still an intimidating place to look at, even with the High Tower being a far more intimidating building as a lighthouse. The Repository of knowledge has always survived everything that has been thrown its way. From the Ironborn, civil wars, the Reach Unification Wars under the Gardener King's, and every which way in between.
Even Dragons, some would say, could not topple this place. Not that you wanted to try, of course, there is so much there that only the gravest fools would wish.
But even now, Ebrion sailing through the air and the city below you, and the mass of people heading out across the ancient city that wanted to see the large beast flying. It was captivating across the way, the entire city in a sense held together through your hands.
Yet you had no desire to destroy the city, nor cause it any harm, as you reached the courtyards of the Citidel.
Ebrion clearly did not like this place, and as you dismounted, you were could understand why. Powerful magics… the Barrier between the known and unknown world were strong, yet weak as well. As if they were torn apart and restricted together.
"Your Grace." A voice sounded as you stroked the scales of your Dragon, who was looking at the men who were coming towards you with angered eyes. The curious glances of the Maesters were far too curious. You had seen the awe before from the Smallfolk and other men of your court.
Yet here it was not awing you saw. It was fear. Fear and indifference, as if they had seen it before. And that troubled your mind more than you cared to admit.
The Archmaester MArwyn was standing in front of the rest of his cadres a thick neck and a strong jaw. He is short and squat with enormous hands, a thick chest, and a hard ale-belly. He has white hair coming out of his nose and ear. But what was evidenced was that he was the only one who was both not afraid, and not curious. His smile was without question. He was glad to see you, even as you could not get a good read. As if he knew and could see it. "Welcome to the Citidel."
You nodded and took the man's hand, as others bowed, as he understood clearly you were here on personal business. "Marwyn right? Maester Bill told me that I was to be expecting you."
The old man nodded. "Indeed your Grace, I did inform my pupil that I would return to Westeros to Greet his grace?" He smiled. "Come."
"Don't touch the dragon." You stated to his companions who were… edging ever closer. "He'll eat you."
The Maesters then quietly backed up, as you followed Marwyn into the Citidel.
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"Why are you bringing this to my attention?" You asked.
"Acolyte Samwell is perhaps the most brilliant engineer that the Citidel has seen in a long time." Marywn stated as he continued to walk forward. "The moment he built this, he earned himself several chains."
"I thought engineering was not something the Citidel taught?" You asked.
"We do not have links for the craft, but we do hold weight in its importance, and we have hundreds of works that would have been destroyed were it not for Samwell's genius," Marwyn stated as you approached the large machine that Samwell was working on. "Samwell, we have a guest, a very important one."
Samwell Tarly was a large man, heavy and fat, but he looked strong, as he seemed to be very well fed here at the Citidel, and from the usage of the machine he made, seemed to be growing a lot of muscle in his arms.
The boy then seemed to stop what he was doing and looked at the Mage. "I'm sorry Maester Marwyn, but i-" He then saw you. "Your Grace." He bowed his head lowly.
"It is I who should be bowing to you, Samwell." You replied. "What you have created is nothing short of miraculous. Not even the height of Valyria could create something of this magnitude of importance for information."
Samwell blushed. "Oh thank you."
"How does it work, if you don't mind me asking." You asked, and Samwell jumped at the occasion.
"Well actually, it was rather simple. The metal plate holds the type letters, and on every page, I remove the type and do another page. On a good day, I can get 20… 40 pages, and well over half a dozen books too, if they were prepared. Though I don't know how to get the illustrations. And that is me working alone. I haven't worked alone in days, we can get multiple books."
You looked at Marwyn. "Incredible. How many books per day?"
"Well Samwell hasn't been keeping up with the records on that front, and he's been hammered by requests by nearly every institution and faculty member of the citadel. To say nothing of foreign requests that we must consider for more funding." Marwyn stated.
"This is an operation that the citadel has never found itself in. and we are finding it hard to not keep up."
You frowned. "Thank you."
"The arch Maesters will now see you. Your Grace."
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You were shocked at their… arrogance. "Do you not see how important this piece of equipment, this technology is? This can cement Westerosi civilization in the world? And you would not try to expand it?"
"The citadel is well aware of the possibility of this, but the current catalog must be seen to before we can make larger decisions about expansion."
"Yet you could build more, Samwell has the knowledge to do this, The Crown can pay for everything if need be. You have an obligation to knowledge itself!"
"Proliferation of this technology may have undue consequences, and we do not fully understand them at this time. We thank His grace for his concern, but we believe it is well and important to take this slowly and make sure the citadels archive is complete before we expand."
You felt anger. "Then what is there to talk about?"
"Nothing your Grace." The Arch Maester of the citadel replied. "If you have a request, please have Maester William make it."
AN: Enjoy Part one.
The Citadel was as you have heard of it… and it was still an intimidating place to look at, even with the High Tower being a far more intimidating building as a lighthouse. The Repository of knowledge has always survived everything that has been thrown its way. From the Ironborn, civil wars, the Reach Unification Wars under the Gardener King's, and every which way in between.
Even Dragons, some would say, could not topple this place. Not that you wanted to try, of course, there is so much there that only the gravest fools would wish.
But even now, Ebrion sailing through the air and the city below you, and the mass of people heading out across the ancient city that wanted to see the large beast flying. It was captivating across the way, the entire city in a sense held together through your hands.
Yet you had no desire to destroy the city, nor cause it any harm, as you reached the courtyards of the Citidel.
Ebrion clearly did not like this place, and as you dismounted, you were could understand why. Powerful magics… the Barrier between the known and unknown world were strong, yet weak as well. As if they were torn apart and restricted together.
"Your Grace." A voice sounded as you stroked the scales of your Dragon, who was looking at the men who were coming towards you with angered eyes. The curious glances of the Maesters were far too curious. You had seen the awe before from the Smallfolk and other men of your court.
Yet here it was not awing you saw. It was fear. Fear and indifference, as if they had seen it before. And that troubled your mind more than you cared to admit.
The Archmaester MArwyn was standing in front of the rest of his cadres a thick neck and a strong jaw. He is short and squat with enormous hands, a thick chest, and a hard ale-belly. He has white hair coming out of his nose and ear. But what was evidenced was that he was the only one who was both not afraid, and not curious. His smile was without question. He was glad to see you, even as you could not get a good read. As if he knew and could see it. "Welcome to the Citidel."
You nodded and took the man's hand, as others bowed, as he understood clearly you were here on personal business. "Marwyn right? Maester Bill told me that I was to be expecting you."
The old man nodded. "Indeed your Grace, I did inform my pupil that I would return to Westeros to Greet his grace?" He smiled. "Come."
"Don't touch the dragon." You stated to his companions who were… edging ever closer. "He'll eat you."
The Maesters then quietly backed up, as you followed Marwyn into the Citidel.
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"Why are you bringing this to my attention?" You asked.
"Acolyte Samwell is perhaps the most brilliant engineer that the Citidel has seen in a long time." Marywn stated as he continued to walk forward. "The moment he built this, he earned himself several chains."
"I thought engineering was not something the Citidel taught?" You asked.
"We do not have links for the craft, but we do hold weight in its importance, and we have hundreds of works that would have been destroyed were it not for Samwell's genius," Marwyn stated as you approached the large machine that Samwell was working on. "Samwell, we have a guest, a very important one."
Samwell Tarly was a large man, heavy and fat, but he looked strong, as he seemed to be very well fed here at the Citidel, and from the usage of the machine he made, seemed to be growing a lot of muscle in his arms.
The boy then seemed to stop what he was doing and looked at the Mage. "I'm sorry Maester Marwyn, but i-" He then saw you. "Your Grace." He bowed his head lowly.
"It is I who should be bowing to you, Samwell." You replied. "What you have created is nothing short of miraculous. Not even the height of Valyria could create something of this magnitude of importance for information."
Samwell blushed. "Oh thank you."
"How does it work, if you don't mind me asking." You asked, and Samwell jumped at the occasion.
"Well actually, it was rather simple. The metal plate holds the type letters, and on every page, I remove the type and do another page. On a good day, I can get 20… 40 pages, and well over half a dozen books too, if they were prepared. Though I don't know how to get the illustrations. And that is me working alone. I haven't worked alone in days, we can get multiple books."
You looked at Marwyn. "Incredible. How many books per day?"
"Well Samwell hasn't been keeping up with the records on that front, and he's been hammered by requests by nearly every institution and faculty member of the citadel. To say nothing of foreign requests that we must consider for more funding." Marwyn stated.
"This is an operation that the citadel has never found itself in. and we are finding it hard to not keep up."
You frowned. "Thank you."
"The arch Maesters will now see you. Your Grace."
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You were shocked at their… arrogance. "Do you not see how important this piece of equipment, this technology is? This can cement Westerosi civilization in the world? And you would not try to expand it?"
"The citadel is well aware of the possibility of this, but the current catalog must be seen to before we can make larger decisions about expansion."
"Yet you could build more, Samwell has the knowledge to do this, The Crown can pay for everything if need be. You have an obligation to knowledge itself!"
"Proliferation of this technology may have undue consequences, and we do not fully understand them at this time. We thank His grace for his concern, but we believe it is well and important to take this slowly and make sure the citadels archive is complete before we expand."
You felt anger. "Then what is there to talk about?"
"Nothing your Grace." The Arch Maester of the citadel replied. "If you have a request, please have Maester William make it."
AN: Enjoy Part one.
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Man FUCK those measters