Turn 3 (298 AC H 1 Results)
--[X]Hold Court: You have quite a list of your proclamations to make public to the Lord's of the Realm, and they have their own Greviences that they need to be Aired. It is high time to hold a High Court and make the next coming years known, and hopefully, bearable to the Lord's and Ladies of the Realm DC:55 Reward: You let the Realm know your Objectives, and judge their reactions. (5,000 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 17 + 17 => 103
"To my Lord's, My Ladies, Knights, Squires. Small Folk… Large. Let it be known, that his Grace, Viserys the Third of his name, speaks to you!" The Criar shouted as all gather around to see him.
"He calls upon all the Lord's of the Seven Kingdoms to cease the rampant burrowing of money, from forign lenders, to seek instead, to build infrastructure around their lands, to the enterprise of the West! We have always suffered, a Staggering deficit that only sees wealth LEave Westeros, and its Lord's and Lady's, and his People. Use the Gold and silver, not for the greatness an import of Westeros. But to buy Westerosi Goods, from the North, the South, Dorne, and the West."
"He also calls upon all coastal houses on the NArrow and Sunset sea, to call upon three seafaring vessels for Service in the Royal Navy, for Two years. Compensation will be granted if they are sunk and lost, and all repairs shall be covered, by the Crown. Crews will not be needed, as the Royal Navy. And all Costal villages and fortresses of the Eastern coast, on the Narrow Sea, will begin a series of patrols across the Sea, and land, to prevent slavers, smugglers, and Pirates! He will protect the Kingdom of the Dragon Throne, and that of Westeros! He calls upon them, with fire, blood, and fury!"
Many of the crowd watched as the Crier went further into the statement. "SO SPEAKS HIS GRACE, VIserys The THIRD OF HIS NAME, King of WESTEROS!"
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The Court had listened, and they had applauded. "Appealing to their sense of duty?" Tywin asked as he stood by you, your plan working to perfection.
No, Lord Tywin. The duty would mean they want to do this? No this is their greed. They know they can get richer following my orders, than being against me. Don't you agree."
"Well Played your Grace. Well Played." Varys whispered as he looked at the throne you sat on. "A New Throne for a New Era. quite a staggering statement."
"You like it?" Did you smile at the Spider? Oh gods?
"I could actually sit on it without a cushion… Well-chosen my lord." He said with a smile.
Reward: Westeros has appealed to its greed and what it wants. To be powerful and strong, no longer seen as a backwater.
And Viserys the Third galvanized them in such a way where it was truly possible.
Many Westerosi Lords will be working to see your will done, without your direct supervision.
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--[X] Befriending the Banners: The Crownlands are unique among the kingdoms, in that they answer directly to you. Although these lords can be eccentric, they are yours, and you want them loyal. You'll host a series of feasts and worth through inviting them all, to listen to their concerns and assure them of your goodwill. DC 45. Reward: improved relations, information. (30,000 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 17 + 17 => 132
Lord Aurane Waters, of Driftmark.
You smiled as you saw the man walk in, giving his courtesies and carrying the Small Monford Valyreon on his back, wearing a bright blue cape with the sea Dragon. "Viserys!" Monford said as he lept off his brother's back, and rushed towards you, hugging your knees with great glee in his eyes. Both children of Valyria were both ever the same, with their white hair and violet eyes looking more like you than they did to others living on the island. In fact, if it was not for Aurane Waters's flamboyant hat with a feather in it, you would have saw Rhaegar. Or yourself for that matter.
"He's been waiting a long time to see you again your Grace? Forgive the transgression." He said.
"Oh don't be like that, we're alone and the court was dismissed." You then rubbed young Monfords head. "This will be enough though Monford, my son might get jealous of you."
"Aw," Monford complained as he let go, and waddled back to his oldest bastard brother.
"How goes the work at Driftmark?" You asked, "Hopefully not as damaging as when we landed?"
At those words, Aurane took a sigh, and He looked down at Monford. "Can you take my brother to the kitchen, he hasn't eaten since this morning." He said.
You nodded. "Arys. Take Lord Monford to the Kitchens for something sweet but not too much."
Arys nodded. "Come on Monford?" He said.
"Can you carry me Ser Arys?" Monford asked.
That earned a glare from the knight, who looked like he was being reminded of an older Daeron. "Only if you don't pull on my hair."
"Yay!" The young boy said and both left towards the kitchen.
As the two left you both alone, the door closed behind them. "I take it there is something is wrong?"
"We're still finding bodies and mass graves on the island. In the Ruins of High Tide… some survivors were strewn from the castle walls. We found babes… hundreds of them in the Castles celler." That made your body lurch in disgust.
"Others?" You asked. "And the Island itself?"
"The Festival of the Sea Snake is being held for the first time in a hundred years. They need a distraction."
"Who? The Smallfolk, or your family?" You asked.
"Does it matter?" Aurane replied. "In a few years, he probably won't even remember. Let him only know the good times of his life. Not the horror."
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Lord Ardrian Celtigar
The Red Crab… that's what you saw, not his sigil, not his bearded face and Stoney glare… but the Red ax, gifted to him by you. The Valyrian Steel glistened in the light, and he smiled.
"Your Grace!" He bowed. "This is a truly wonderful day."
"It is Ardrian." You smiled. "Now I do have to ask something. How goes claw Isle? The Celtigar-"
"We have served your family since before the DOOM. Just humble servants, not even worth the time of day. Hardly better than the slaves or landless knights. But we always remained loyal." He said.
"Even when Robert took the Throne, and you stopped fighting."
"Loyalty is all good… but death is final. Loyalty cannot stop death. But it can give you the wisdom to handle the problems, and see to it done?" He said.
"Well then, how goes Claw Isle and the rebuilding?"
"Children of Valyria are flocking to the Islands. Lyseni mostly, but there are few Volantine that are being opportunists. They are fleeing the wars, and with… all that happened, the islands still need to be populated?"
"You're not taxing them?" You asked.
"We would need to produce things that were actually worth a damn first." He stated. "Robert killed damn near everyone who could produce. Survivors were young and not fully trained, learning now through trial and error." He frowned. "The scars run deep. They don't trust any from the West."
"Tell them, that they are going to have to. We opened our doors. We helped them. The least they can do is do the same."
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Lord Guncer Bar Emmon
He was not happy to see you. But he had never been happy… none of them were. You believed it was Dragon Envy.
Or maybe just envy in general. But the man showed his respect. And that was more than you hoped.
He shrugged at you and you both stood near each other for a moment. "I hope I can see what you can do with that Dragon?"
Ahh, awe, and a bit presumptuous at that. "Bar Emmon had a Dragon Egg, a reward for fifty years of service to the Freehold, but was forced to sell it to-"
"Pay for the flight to Dragonstone. I know the old story, I'm not ungrateful for all of your service…The Bar Emmon's were hit far worse than any other island by the Dragon's Screams." You said.
"Nor am I…I merely hope that one day such an opportunity will come again." He said. "But I am and always will be your greatest servant."
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Lord Guncer Sunglass
He smiled. "I hope you're not calling me to court to make a member of it, I'm old too old for this."
You nodded "I hope your piety won't cause any disruption with our people. The High Septon-"
"Is a total fucking ass." He smiled. "Do not mince words, Your grace, I pray to the Seven because they are the Gods. Not to the High Septon, who claims to be the voice of the Seven." He then laughed. "The Gods are kind and cruel. But the men who claim to be their voice can only be cruel."
"So do not worry about me, your Grace. Worry about what the Gods may call when they need you."
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Lady Tanda Stokeworth
She was not happy to be here. You knew that. But she did not disrespect you. "Your Grace, there is so much-" She stopped herself, thinking of the words carefully.
"Yes?" You asked.
"Many bright colors, and even with the dragons."
"My wife adores bright colors, and thinks to bring more Dornish fashion to court." You smiled. "Does that trouble you?"
She stammered. "No… No not at-"
"Does my wife being Dornish, with her customs and fashions… scare you? Just as I with my dragons?"
"No."
You smiled. You saw the water streaming down her leg. "Then smile, and enjoy the amenities of court. I know I will. Try the tarts, I heard they were delicious."
Terrifying a woman with only a few words. Truly you were too good.
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Lord Maldon Massey
"I must say…Lord Massey, I very much appreciate your loyalty to Lord Stannis and to myself." You said.
"He's an ass, but he'll die before he let anything happen to you. You should have seen the Dragonstone Garrison when Robert gave the order. The Royal Overseer were cut down and they fought to the last man." He said.
"You've heard about my brother…Justin…I fear the man was so loyal to Stannis he died for it." He said dismayed.
Ahh, Justin Massey…wait, he hasn't heard the news?
"Justin's alive and he's living in my Manse in Lys…he's living his best life…" You said awkwardly.
Maldon was quiet for but a moment. Then he bowed. "I have to send a Raven! He must return home Immediately!"
Ahh, to be the bearer of good news…this is nice. "Good Luck!!"
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Lady Tessa Rykker
She was not very… wishing to be there. "I hope that my courtesies are enough, your grace." She nodded. "I'm just feeling unwell, and I am afraid that my daughters need me at home."
"Then I will not take more of your time. All I ask is that… your daughters are well."
She left with a nod.
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Lord Gyles Rosby
The Cell was cold, damp, and dark. "Why do you torture me?" He asked as he looked at you, anger in his eyes.
"Because you are a murderer. You betrayed your smallfolk, you betrayed the innocent…your constituents." You said calmly
"Don't patronize me with the idea that because you give a shit about the serfs." He said in pain.
"I don't claim to know about them as well as I should…however, I have an obligation to protect them, even from you." You said.
"Spoken like some enlightened Yi Ti Rebel…you don't give a shit, you just say these things to justify your ambition, nothing more." He said.
"That may be…but I have the Dragon, the Throne, and the Kingdom…whatever you say means less than nothing now…my word will survive, yours will not, and if you rise again, in defiance of me, and my mercy…you will all die as screaming roasted pigs." You said.
"So I continue to Rot?" He asked.
"Unless my sister wants you dead." You spat. "Or my Nephew."
And he remained silent.
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Lord Arstan Buckwell
He was fucking boring… and that was all you could say about the matter, he was, in spite of his frosty attitude, a supporter.
Not a good one, or a treacherous one…just a supporter, no more and no less.
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Lord Éoland Wendwater
You were not happy. "Doing vigilante work in the Forests and Kingswood?"
"Someone has to do it?" He stated. "And not all rebels laid down their arms when Robert died. They remain out there." The mercenary was quite happy with that statement.
"Prince Oberyn will be the judge of that." You replied.
"Aye, he can, but do you trust his words?" He asked.
"With my life." You responded.
That made the former Mercenary smirk. "Then you don't know him that well."
"That is for me to decide, and you to obey. Like the soldier you are."
"That may be, but there are debts that need to be paid, your grace. Blood for blood." He stated.
"And there will be payment, just not your way." You stated, with a frown. "Obet, and I won't kill you."
He paused and heard the Dragon roar.
Thank you Ebrion. "Than I am your humble servent." He replied.
"Good. Now stand down. Or things might get strange." You ordered, cryptically.
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Reward:
All Vassal Relations will go up one rank (except for Lord Rosby, who will remain in jail for the time being.)
All your Crownland Vassels were met and they were suitably impressed, scared to submission, or loyal already with your rule, and support you.
-Martial
--[X]The Watchers of the Sea: There have been reports. Troubling reports that the long-standing slave Trade that had once revved Westeros shores are making a return in force, for the first time in three hundred years. Hundreds of Ships are prowling, waiting to take cargo away from your lands, and back to Slavers bay, or worse, to the warring nations of Essos. Lord Stannis has requested a great budget increase, to allow the ships to patrol the narrow sea, and to stop any ship flying Slaver colors. DC: 65 Reward: You begin a campaign of Sea Born protection across the Narrow Sea Coastline, to protect your people and your property. Rolled:
D100 + 26 + 36 => 155
-[X] A Gold Standard: The City Watch is poorly equipped, poorly trained, and you're as likely to find an extortionist as you are a good man in the uniform. Bywater would like your permission (and the aid of the Master of War) to clean house, get proper men, proper equipment and proper training. DC 60. Reward: increase the quality of the Gold Cloaks to Trained/Full Strength. (15,000 Dr) (locks for 2 rounds) Rolled:
D100 + 26 + 36 => 129
You looked at Stannis. "What the hells have you done Stannis?"
"Ser… Sent a message to the East."
Continued in: A Message to the East)
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-Stewardship
--[X] A New City: King's Landing is overcrowded; anyone can see that. About the only thing that can be done at this point is to organize the settlement of a new district. This is going to be a massive and years-long project. DC 40. Reward: Complete the planning stage for the new district. (5,000 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 20 + 9 => 79
"What am I looking out for?" You asked Jaime as you looked at the scribbles. "I don't know what I am looking at?"
Jaime shrugged. "Fuck if I know Viserys, I just saw it too."
You looked to Maester Bill. "What is this?"
"The new district." He stated plainly.
"It's expanding beyond the walls of the city, and it could become rife with danger. Not to mention a lack of sewage, proper roads." You numbered off the problems.
"And that is why that is only a proposal. Read this one." Bill stated as he showed the second plan.
"Okay… what is this?"
"Restructuring of the entire city, starting with Flea Bottom, and then moving to the other parts of the city up the Hills." He stated.
Jaime looked at it. "Grids?" he asked.
"Yes, using the roads and ally ways, as well as sewer access points, we created a new form of zoning. Making it possible and comfortable for the small folk to live, as well as increasing skilled labor."
"What about the people living there?"
"We will have to seize and repatriate their assets. But this can work…by the gods this city won't smell anymore."
"Its only 25,000 people…quite small given the population of the city."
"Flea bottom does not house 25,000 people Maester," Jaime stated. "More like 250,000 people. Those slums cannot just be destroyed and rebuilt."
"But they can and for the city's sake they must…" He said.
Reward: You now have a choice.
To keep Flea Bottom, or demolish it.
Or work on another district.
--[X] Nests Within Nests: You can't tell much, given the state of recordkeeping towards the end and the nature of those involved, but you do at least know that Petyr Baelish had a bizarre web of influence and ownerships, the boundaries of which even you couldn't begin to guess at. You'll task Ser Harry with trying to disentangle this Meereenese knot. DC 80. Reward: Baelish's 'ledger' becomes comprehensible, a more complete picture of finances and assets gained. (17,500 Dr) (locks for two rounds) Rolled:
D100 + 20 + 9 => 92
"Fuck." You said firmly as you looked at the Ledger. "I've seen many things in my time as a merchant…but I have never in my life seen such multitudes of money be invested and used in such a way."
"Is this a problem?" Mace said. "Surely the Money can be recovered in some way."
"The Crown lacks that kind of insurance, sans a very brutal run of tax collection… and he's still getting money even now, based on these records." You said.
"How would he do that…He cannot control the Tax Collectors of the Master of Coin from another nation?" Mace said.
"What is the makeup of the Tax Collectors based on the payroll?" You said firmly.
"Mostly Valemen, but with Rivermen, the makeup is pardoned soldiers from the Rebellion, I assume from the time when Robert was at the height of his power." Mace said.
You looked at the ledger and made a list of names. "Kill the ones the ones on this list and…"
You then looked again and made a small note on another piece of parchment. "Torture the ones on this list but keep them alive. I'm sure they will sing like birds in the Red Viper's care…surely this will handle part of the problem that is my compromised nation's economics."
Reward: Progress is made in removing the stench of Littlefinger's Operation from the Continent, starting with the Tax Collectors, who have been skimming taxes for years…no more.
Taxes will be increased next turn.
-Intrigue
--[X]The Dragon's of the East: You have two children out in Volantis that are Slaves in all but name. Perhaps you can show retrive them, and handle the situation that may come. You do not believe in anything… but your blood will never be slaves. DC: ??? (Dr 10,000) Rolled:
D100 + 32 + 17 => 147
You looked at the tetrarch, and the Council of Volantis. "Well then. It seems you expected me?" You smiled.
They did not like that. "Now… Where are my children?"
Continued in: The Dragons of the East.
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--[X]The White Wolf: Jon Snow… He is your brothers son. Perhaps… You wish to see just how much of your brother there is in him. Reward: You meet Jon Snow, and realise that the apple does not fall from the tree Rolled:
D100 + 32 + 17 => 127
Lord Eddard was not pleased with you summoning him and Jon to your quarters, but nonetheless, you allowed yourself to feel at home as the two men looked at each other, before they bowed before you. "We have come your grace?"
"Yes, I can see that." You said with a firm grasp on the many books from your library littering your desk. "Though as I can see, he does not want to be here?"
"Jon is homesick, and hoped that soon he would be able to ride back to Winterfell." Lord Stark stated. There was a pause, and you knew that he was hiding something.
You nodded though, leaving that thought to the back of your mind as you smiled. Your amusement fades as you finally catch the eye of the boy with Stark. He looks back with fearful grey eyes for but a moment before averting his gaze. "Hello, young man. You're called Jon, yes?"
His eyes darted, following his face to the floor. "Yes your grace."
By the gods, getting anything out of him would be a sacrament to bloody pulling teeth out of a dragon. Bare handed. You restrain a sigh, and try to empathize a little. "Jon, can I ask you something?"
"…yes, Your Grace?" He looks up now, but no higher than your waistline. Or rather the desk you sat on.
No that wasn't going to work. Try something more personal. Something more… powerful in the emotional line. The Shatterpoint wasn't needed when you saw his eyes and face look to his father. "Is Lord Eddard a good man?"
"Yes, Your Grace," as sure in his assessment as though you'd asked him if the air here smelled of shit, or if the North is chilly.
You allowed joy to follow into your smile. "Do you trust him?" Lord Stark looks somewhat uncomfortable, but you think this is working to reach the boy, and you have a lot of obnoxious habits of being right.
"Yes, Your Grace," Jon answers with as much certainty as before.
You leaned forward and offered a chair. "Good, because I do too." You then moved the books aside, to the edge of the table, and in the room, Sat Arianne, and Aegon, who was as excited as before.
"There are people inside here who'd like to meet you, things we'd like to speak about with you. So please trust him, and me, and please sit down with us."
It takes a long moment, but Jon nods in agreement. You escort him and Lord Stark inside before you check the hall once more, and upon seeing it empty, you close the door behind you.
Reward: Jon Snow now knows his identity and True name.
A Burden is lifted off of Lord Eddard's Shoulders.
New Action available.
Jon can now join you on the Royal Progress.
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[X] Develop Spy Network (Region): Set your Master of Whispers to finding informants. You want to know what your lords are trying to keep hidden. DC 70. Reward: get additional insights along with the standard rumors that everyone hears. (25,000 Dr) (Volantis) Rolled:
D100 + 32 + 17 => 107
Garret was smiling as he cleaned his nails. "I take it you being here is not a social visit?" You stated as you kicked your feet up at your desk.
Garret smiled. "Well I'm not dead yet, Viserys, so it's always going to be a social visit. Also, you really need to tell the guard to just let me in, without dragging me halfway across the castle."
"But where is the fun in that?" You asked as you gave a shit-eating grin. "You always said to expect the unexpected?"
"Aye, when I was trying to keep you safe from killers and madmen. But that is beyond what little we knew already."
You frowned. "And, get to the point?"
"Volantis.It was difficult to get in, especially to the inner city itself." He replied. "Seeing as I don't have white hair."
"You didn't have to risk yourself like that Garret?" You replied.
"Shut up and listen then, perhaps then you and Oberyn can make a plan."
You frowned. "Tell me what you learned."
"The Great inner library of the Tetrarchs library, that claims to have Dragonlore? It wasn't a lie. They have, according to them, hatched two dragons. That was a lie. But what happened might frighten you." He paused. "Wild Dragons are flying from the East. From Asshai by the Shadows, and Valyria itself."
"Typhoon?" You asked. But that earned a nod from Garret.
"No, we would all be dead if that were the case, but they have dragons. Somewhere. Someone has been hatching them."
"We must find time for Asshai then." You stated.
"And, there are also the children. They are safe, but the VOlantines eye a greater prize than dragons?"
"King's Blood?" You asked.
"The Blood of the Dragonlords, something far more potent. If they find them as useless, they'll kill them."
You frowned in anger. "Alas, they still know how powerful blood is."
"Than we'll just have to get them out?" You sated.
"And how do you plan to do that?" He asked.
"I don't know, I'll make it up as I go." You said. "Always worked out for me before?"
"Just have a backup plan." He stated.
"I will."
Reward: Continued in: The Dragon of the East.
In the Essosi Rumor mill, gain one more bit of information that is always correct.
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-Learning
--[X] The Higher Mysteries: Magic exists in this world. Your dragons are proof of it. Your dreams are proof of it. Seven Hells, whatever nightmarish things Euron Greyjoy got up to would also qualify. But it is unknown to you. This is where your request to the Citadel regarding the new Grand Maester comes in. DC 55. Reward: learn about magic, ??? (5,000 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 49 => 139
--[X]Silence Lay Steadily Against the Wood and Stone: You know hardly anything about Summerhall, one of the darkest marks in your family's long and checkered history in Westeros. Your brother went there often, but spoke nothing of it; your father wouldn't hear the name in his presence; your mother wept at the very thought of it. Perhaps an impartial third party, an observer like the Grand Maester, can give you the salient details – what the buildup was, what if anything went wrong, anything you don't know but should. DC 75. Reward: information about Summerhall, ??? (7,500 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 30 + 19 => 120
Summerhall was a Dangerous Place.
But it is also, outside of Dragonstone, the Most Magical Place you felt.
You heard a Harp play in the wind.
And heard monsters below.
Monsters that wanted out.
(Continued in: The Royal Progress)
-Faith
--[X]A Good Sheperd: You have heard Rumors of two Septons in the Riverlands, one a wandering Septon who knows the Seven Pointed Star by Memory, who wanders the trail of the Riverlands trying to help any that need it. He is known as Meribald, and he is the man who heals Broken men. DC: 50 Reward: You meet Septon Meribald, and see why this man is a healer of Broken men. Rolled:
D100 + 19 => 40
Meribald was wandering… not in the Riverlands, but in the Vale.
And by Wander, you mean kidnapped by Hill Tribes.
You only hope that the Knights of the Vale will be well.
Failure.
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[X] Sharper than the Sharpies: You may not officially run your merchant enterprise anymore, but the intrigues involved are what you truly excel at, and if you're honest with yourself, you sometimes miss the fun of it. Allows you to take on an additional Intrigue task.
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[X] The Bonds Between Us: You have a core group of people in your inner circle, but it's only a few. And a king certainly can't ignore the members of his court. (Specify a person, Daenerys and Aegon). Reward: strengthen relationships, may improve stats or gain new traits. (Free) Rolled:
D100 + 20 => 70
"Well, that is something." You said as you looked at what Dany was doing, it appeared to be a portrait of herself. "Did you paint this?"
"No, unfortunately. There was a portrait artist from Dorne that wanted to capture me, the Dame." She smiled. "I think it looks rather good?"
"At it wasn't an artist that had the decency of keeping your clothes on?" You stated.
"Was Arianne who commissioned it, or Teyne?" She smiled, as Aegon began to laugh.
Teyne, but it also was… wait a moment. "Are you two trying to play games with me?"
"Is it working?" Aegon asked.
Oh, that ignorant shit. "Well if you must know, it is yes. Though I must ask, why are you so interested."
Aegon sighed. "Lord Connington is at Griffon's Roast, and he's not coming to the Capital any time soon. I just miss him, and all our responsibilities are keeping us apart."
"If you wanted my time, you just had to ask?" You replied.
"Ask the King to take a break from doing his job, Jaime wants to be done cleaning up your problems." Aegon said.
"When has he ever cleaned up my problems?" You asked.
Dany raised an eyebrow. "Before or after you became King?"
Good point. "Well if you need me, just ask. Promise."
Reward: Aegon and Dany bond a little bit more than you.
New Action Available.
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[X] A Dragon in Black: You do wish to write to Maester Aemon, perhaps he can be a valuable insight into what he believes is good for the realm? Reward: Contact with Maester Aemon Targaryen, ??? (Free) Rolled:
D100 + 20 => 119
Aemon smiled as you tried to adjust your furs. "I hope you aren't planning to have the watch feed your Dragon?"
The two days ride from King's Landing was much needed, and the stop at White Harbor was excellent for Ebrion and yourself to rest. "I wasn't planning on it." You said as the Dragon began to fly South West, towards Skagos. "Hope they don't mind."
"It is well that you came." He said with a small sigh in his voice. "I was taken ill and made very weak, but the Wall seems to preserve that it wants to preserve until it's time." He then felt your face. "You… have Egg's nose… no… Maekors jaw. Though without the beard. Curious."
"Indeed…what matters is that I am here now, shall we sit and discuss matters." You said.
Aemon said nothing for a long moment, interrupted by the screeching of a raven. "CORN CORN!"
"Hush…I am speaking in private with his grace." He said shoeing it to the Lord Commander's tower.
You looked confused. "I take it that things are not as they seem."
"Oh Viserys, nothing is ever what it seems like at the Wall." He replied with a smile. "Even the Ravens speak."
You found yourself looking at him for a moment, his milky white blind eyes showing more wisdom than any other person on the planet. Save your wife, but she didn't count.
"So…what is it you want to tell me?" You asked.
"What do you know about Dark Sister?" He said.
"Bryden River's lost it on his last ranging." You said. "And no one could find it."
Then Aemon smiled. "Oh is that what everyone thinks down south." He then revealed Dark Sister, grand as the Day it was forged.
"Wait, you had it the entire time?" You asked.
"Not entirely, it was found by a ranging party, when Brandan Stark met with the King beyond the wall… to assist them in fighting off the Others. Oh… about three years ago. When the boy was only four, being carried by a Man name Hodor. In fact, he hid his activities well, with the war going on in the south. Not even his mother noticed until he returned."
"Wait, which Brandon Stark? The Boy Brandon Stark?" You asked.
"And his uncle, Benjen. He escorted him to the Fist of the First men… I do not know the details, but he defeated the Others, in a Magical game. Something that they honored by returning to the Far North, and never returning."
Everything felt very strange. "Mance Rayder and his wildlings played a role, but the details are elusive, Not even Benjen could give a good enough description. But he said it was magical."
You were very confused, but you decided to change the subject, you wouldn't get a good enough answer anyway… "What about Dark Sister?"
"Take it… I fear it may be needed south… not in the North." He replied.
He then pulled out a well-worn scabbard with a hit so ornate yet so simple in its design.
"How?" You asked.
"Mance owed the Watch a Favor, and he gave it back so he could go continue his quest to become King Beyond the Wall." Aemon said.
"And Mormont just let him?" You said.
"I believe even Mormont knew that fighting him that day would have been a waste of time…besides, the wildling mead was strong and warm."
Aemon then said. "In my dreams… I dreamed I was old. But today. I… see now that I am young, as a Dragon." He then smiled. "Take care Viserys. And do not forget one thing."
"I'll bring everyone next time." You stated.
"No… Remember this: Children are curious creatures. They can be shaped by everything we do, and nothing we do. The God's don't flip a coin Viserys, that is just something we say to not look ourselves in the mirror, and be disappointed by who we are." He replied.
Reward: Gain Artifact: Dark Sister.
Dark Sister: The Twin Blade of Blackfyre and in many way its wielders were its opposite, mysterious dangerous, ambitious, and inclined to the darker sides of the world, from Visanya the Shadow Queen to Brynden Rivers…It carries a forboding reputation and a deadly edge.
Learn of what happened beyond the Wall… at least what Aemon knows.
Something far stranger occurred.
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Daenerys Targaryen
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[X] Shadows of the Past: For good or ill, the most powerful and consequential of Targaryen women have always had martial skills. To advance her in this arena, you'll have Dany train with Ser Bonifer. Martial, DC 55. Reward: increase Martial, gain combat-related traits. (Free) Rolled:
D100 + 20 + 10 => 50
Dany did not wish to learn how to fight. In fact, she grew tired of you trying to force her to do that until she was ready.
Failure.
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Aegon Targaryen
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[X] Along the Nascent Echo: Summerhall sits long ruined, a scar on the Stormlands and a sobering reminder of your house's fragility and fallibility. Aegon has some curiosity about the place, given his father's connection to it, and he's dreamed of visiting it sometime. Reward: ??? (2,500 Dr) Rolled:
D100 + 10 => 104
You shouldn't have Brough Aegon here.
For he woke something, that was far worse than just ghosts.
(Continued in: The Royal Progress)
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Garret of Saltpans
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[X] Port of Call: A trading company would be sort of silly without having operations of some kind in as many major port cities as possible, and the Consortium is not silly. Garret will begin to expand from Lys and Braavos, working to get a foothold in various port cities. Intrigue/Diplomacy, DC & cost varies by port (Braavos, Lys, Volantis) Rolled:
D100 + 9 => 90
Garret's message was quick, quiet, and without a doubt… Something you really wanted to hear, after all this time.
Viserys,
Despite Braavos' Costumes officers trying to arrest me, there was clearly nothing they could do to stop us from conducting business. In fact, the Seal Lord, when I gave him a fake name, was ecstatic to work with Valarr Vealtigar. As if the idiot didn't know he was actually you.
Now Lys was simple, I said your true name, and told them that if they did not accept your consortium as a privileged Master Merchant… well Lys would not be a free city soon enough.
As for the Volantis problem. Sir, I'm going, to be honest, I have no fucking idea. But they said everything was in order. The only thing they need is your signature and a meeting with the tetrarch himself. A mere formality.
I trust you have an escape plan in place if you decide to visit.
And be very careful. There is talk of Dragon here, And not the kind you like.
Garret.
Reward: +1,000,000 million dragons in income as all port cities agreed to house the Vaeltigar Consortium. There are also rumors.
Rumors you need to keep an eye on.
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The Kingsguard
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[X] Restoration Reformations: Ser Jaime has gotten himself Opinions as pertain to the Kingsguard, and you haven't gotten this far by not trusting his judgment. He would like your permission (and input, in some cases) to implement some changes in the Kingsguard. Diplomacy & Martial, the difficulty varies. Reward: Begin instituting some reforms on the Kingsguard. Rolled:
D100 => 94
Jaimes's ideas, along with Barristian's, were genius.
Add in your own, then by the gods, you had something.
(Continued in: King's Guard Reformations.)
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The Sand Snakes
--[X]The Wild Wolf Come again: So, Arya Stark has been following the young Sand Snakes around like a little puppy. Why is that? DC: 15 Reward: You see what is the deal with Arya Stark? Rolled:
D100 => 15
You learned something very interesting when you saw the Sand Snakes fighting.
Arya Stark was trying to copy them with a small sword.
A water Dancers sword. It was nothing truly good. But it had fine craftsmanship.
Obera then told you this: "She wants to be a swordswoman, but with that blade, she might be better suited to be a water dancer."
And the Sand Snakes loved to have the wild wolf around, to practice.
Reward: Arya is trying to learn how to fight from them, much to her father's disapproval.
The Sand snakes now have Arya following them around.
Special rolls will become available.
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Arianne Martell
--[X] The Prince and the Sun: Doran Martell, your Goodfather, wishes to sail North, to see his grandson, and hopefully, speak to you about the future, and the Family that you may wish to have. DC: 10 Reward: You and Doran meet again, at long last, and you feel as though, despite his wish for a truly fortuitous meeting, something bothers him. Especially with his lady wife not accompanying him. Rolled:
D100 => 9
Doran had to remain in Dorne, his gout getting to the point where it was almost impossible for him to move.
It may have been for the best. You feared that you would not get a chance to see Sunspear.
Failure.
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Jacelyn Bywater
--[X]The Streets of Justice: Bywater and his boys are going to be cleaning up the Streets, one street at a time. They are going to be out in force. DC 60 Reward: The City Watch begin to strike back at the Gang Violence in the city, and there will be blood. Rolled:
D100 => 1+10=11
(The Dragon Knight POV)
To say the streets ran red… was an understatement.
You looked at the banner.
"Whatever one needs to remember, is that, when everything goes to plan, they don't panic." The Jester shouted. "Like a beggar being stabbed, or a carriage of wall-bound fuckers dies, no one cares. But when one little lord gets eviscerated… Everyone loses their mind!"
"So… What I'm going to do, is sow, a little chaos to this order."
"I am a man of my word."
"AHAHAHAAHAHA!"
Failure.
Warning: A Countdown off screen has begun, and King's Landing is in danger of being destroyed by chaos.
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-Sandor Clegane
--[X] The Justice League: Sandor will work with the City Watch to Clean up the Streets of King's Landing. (Add a +10 to all of Bywater's Action.)
Arianne Pregnancy Roll:
D100 => 100
Tyene Pregnancy Roll:
D100 => 98
You were tired. The energy that the two of them had when working together to pleasure you in foreplay, and in the event of…
Well, you were going, to be honest with yourself, they fucked the life out of you. You were out of shape, Kinglyness had really caused you to let go on matters of strength and endurance.
You may have remained in shape for battle, but you did not remain in shape for six rounds with your wife, and her cousin.
By the Gods, it was humiliating.
Reward:
Arianne and Teyne are now Pregnant.
Arianne has complained a little about you not being the sex god you were in Volantis. It was embarrassing to say the least.
You had a magical night of sex though, and it was loud enough for the entire Red Keep to hear you.
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Disaster Roll:
D100 => 9
You realized something. Something horrible, and honorable at the same time.
Westeros was not a beast that could be tamed.
It was a Family. One that, in the end, would always come together, when threatened.
Maybe it was just the hope you had.
But in the end, it was all you had.
Hope.
To Be Chosen, during the Royal Progress.
Special Event Roll:
D100 => 85+21=106
To Be Chosen, during the Royal Progress.
