To Build a Peace:
[X] Areas of the Dornish Marches will be removed from the jurisdiction of the Reach and added to Dorne and/or the Stormlands.
-[X] A significant amount of ships and material will be taken from each of the defeated Great Houses (Royal Fleet & Red Keep Garrison become Full Strength)
-[X] the Master of War
--[X] Stannis Baratheon
Lord Stannis was the one who spoke to you, the first of your new councilors, the day he arrived in the city, his household not even here to set up, and his own family was sleeping in unfurnished quarters of the Red Keep, still a great deal better than other places he slept before, both on the campaign and his own exile in Essos.
But when he arrived, and you showed him the great plans you had planned for the entire redrawing of the Kingdoms, he was less than thrilled at the prospect.
"You are inviting conflict." He stated firmly as you sat down, studying the map of Westeros sitting on the table. "There is nothing you can gain in the long term by making the Reach believe that they lost territory in your new conquest."
"I hardly consider what we did a new conquest, merely a restoration of the old order from a mad king." You replied as you looked at a servant. "Some please."
"The Reachmen will not see it that way." He stated with a clear growl in his booming voice. He was not trying to intimidate you, no, he was trying to make a point. That his displeasure of the shifting of the boundaries of Westeros, which had stood for nearly three hundred years, was something that should not have been done lightly, or without his council. "Who agreed to it?"
"Lord Stark, Lord Mormont, and Lord Gerion. Lord Protector Waters abstained from voting on the grounds that his part was done in this war, and wished to merely return home to his brother and Cousin, and wished for no part in shaping the realm. Lord Tully voted against it, for he believed it would set a very dangerous precedent in the power of the King."
"And that power to shape the realm as he sees fit, without the Lord Paramounts consent being one of them?" Stannis was not questioning you, more questioning the reasons behind the idea. "Robert saw to expand the Power of the Throne, and it nearly destroyed the Realm in fire and death, and prompted you to return. Are you sure you wish to continue down that path?"
"All I know is that things must be done to keep peace in Westeros Stannis. Are you questioning what I feel is necessary?"
Stannis ground his teeth, and you realized that he was angered. "I will accept it, but I ask that, as your new master of War, I will be consulted in matters that may start or end wars."
You chewed your lip, before looking at the food that was now brought before you. "I promise Lord Stannis, that I will consult you in these matters. And listen to your council. But know that in the end, the choice is mine."
Stannis gave a small nod, tilting his head in a way that made you feel comfortable. Peaceful even, like his approval was more sacred than anything else. "That is all I ask, Your Grace."
"See to your household, we may have many meetings ahead, that will require you." You replied. "A Strong peace, will be needed. And one I hope you can provide."
The infamously stony-faced Lord of Storms End stood. "I will take my leave then. And I ask that you see Ser Davos properly quartered in the Red Keep. I need his council."
"I will, Lord Stannis. And the ships and material we received from the Defeated Houses, are to your liking?"
"They are, your Grace." He said as he walked away.
Reward: You redraw the borders of Westeros, for the First time in almost three hundred years, The Reach is understandably angered at such a move, but their words are not backed by Dragons.
The Rest of Westeros, the Lord's that is, are a bit shaken by the new reality of the situation they find themselves in. They are afraid that the concentration of power, started by Robert, will not end with his death.
The Royal Fleet, and the Garrison of the Red Keep are now at Full Strength
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-[X] All Debts from the Hostile Great Houses will be forgiven, and the Kingdom of Westeros will only have allied Debts to pay, and foreign creditors.
-[X] Master of Coin (Stewardship Advisor)
--[X] Mace Tyrell (Stewardship 10)
--[X] Appoint a Shadow Councilor
---[X] Olenna Tyrell (Stewardship 18)
Lord Tyrell was such an easy man to read, that it was very difficult to not try to pick the man apart for his incompetence and his, stunning displays of vanity, that made him seem out of touch to the rest of the Lord's and Ladies that were among King's Landing.
He rode in with golden silked clothes that had gold embroidered into them. His large appetites made many of the citizen's hungry residents eye him with envy and hatred.
But it happened for but a moment, when he flooded the streets with bread and wine and proclaimed a day of feasting for all.
But who he brought with him, was something far more in your league. Olenna Tyrell, his mother, and you knew from the moment you saw her, she was going to be both a problem and a glorious treat of wit.
Tea was served and you could only smile. "I have already made it clear, that the future of the finances of the realm is a complicated matter. One that requires but the most skilled of the lord's to manage. And who else but the Great Lord of the Reach. He has brought prosperity to the Reach, surly he can do it for all of Westeros, as I believe he can."
At those words, Lord Tyrell gave a practiced nod of his head. "Of course Your Grace, I shall endeavor to make the Splendor of High Garden, into one shared to all of Westeros."
You smiled, twirling the man around on your fingers with flattery and kindness. "Yes My Lord, but we shall discuss more matters in court." You gave a nod. "My men will escort you to your lodgings, and we can discuss the realm in more detail."
Lady Tyrell stayed seated, as her son walked away with a jump and a jovial song being hummed. "You really do have a way with words, your grace. Almost enough to convince me of your ability to no bugger my family."
Your smile dipped. "Those were the terms."
"Yes, of course, the Terms, become your Master of Coin while sizeably decreasing the debts owed to the Crown by Ten Fold." She gave a soft chuckle. "My son may not be the brilliant administrator he claims to be, and you seem to hold, but he loves appearances."
"He's quite adept at making people listen." You stated as your eye twitched. "A useful skill, but one you seem rather deflated that he seems to have."
That made Oleanna chuckle. "He has all the confidence in the world, with none of the sense. Unlike you of course."
"I would never say he was incompetent. But you know as well as I, he is out of his league in finance and management. Managing Highgarden is not the same as running Westeros."
Lady Tyrell finally spoke the words that you had longed to hear. "You really think that undermining my son is something I do lightly?"
"I was under the impression you were the most powerful woman in Westeros, am I wrong?" You asked, playing to her pride. A bait she saw immediately.
"You must think that all I care about is my own pride. It is not."
"It's your family."
She finally gave a nod. "And you are weakening us with your actions. First with stripping the Dornish Marches into the Stormlord's and the Dornish, and now taking away millions of Dragons in Debt that we can never see again. You play a dangerous game in dealing with your enemies."
There was the Queen of Thornes you wanted to see. The true master behind house Tyrell.
Gods, how you wished there were other… certain women that you have met to be just as confident and competent as her.
The Rogares just continually disappointed you at every turn.
But here?
Oh so much more. "I am of the opinion that, despite everything, that mercy is the best strategy for continued peace in Westeros, and being fair to all my subjects. Wouldn't you agree?"
Lady Tyrell did not say anything for a long time. "You invite your enemies expecting them to not have their own motivations?"
"If I did not expect people to have ulterior motives then I wouldn't be alive. And as long as our interests continue to be aligned, there will not be any problems."
Lady Tyrell was smiling now. "Oh, how it has been a long time since there was a king with the wit that you have. Far too boring the previous ones. Far too boring."
"I hope that everyone believes to have a fountain of wit in this court, at least it will be far less boring that way."
Reward: Mace 'The Ace' Tyrell is your master of coin. Though the Queen of Thrones is at this point, clearly the one running the show. But Mace is either too in on it or does not care.
The Tyrells Loyalty is far more secured than it was if you did not grant them such a place at your court.
The Queen of Thrones, despite her hesitation, likes you. A little bit more at least, and though she is looking for more ways to bugger you over and secure the Tyrells place at court. She isn't willing to openly act against you.
Realm Fiances Updated.
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-[X] The hostages Robert took from across the Seven Kingdoms will remain in King's Landing for one year, to give the new King an opportunity to get to know the future lords of the realm
--[X] Permit the hostages' guardians to appoint a sworn sword to each hostage
Reaction:
D100 => 98
The Word you gave to the Hosue of Westeros was met with…
Curiosity, but soon, sworn swords, and mercenaries alike came to the Red Keep.
And with your reputation, and your currently unmarried heirs, many see this as the perfect time to battle it out for the hand of the Prince and Princess.
In fact, you may have done them all a service with your ideas.
Reward: The Lord's of Westeros welcome such a paid expense being taken off their accounts, and there is a great deal of diplomacy going down in Court.
A Great Deal.
Relations are improved will all of Westeros.
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-[X] Master of Laws (Diplomacy Advisor)
--[X] Eddard Stark (Diplomacy 17)
Lord Stark seemed surprised when you visited his quarters. "Your Grace, I was hoping to come to you."
"There is no need for modesty Lord Stark, I do wish to speak to you in confidence."
That made Lord Stark's brow furrow, and he was very surprised that oy quickly took a seat in his room, feeling relaxed in his presence. "I thank you lord Stark, for trusting me all those years ago. And I am asking you to trust me again, as I ask this of you."
You paused and smiled. "I need you south of the Neck, as my master of Laws."
That made the normally stoic Lord Stark shake his head in disbelief, and a bit of annoyance as well. "You honor me, your grace."
"Cut the bullshit, Lord Stark." You said with a viper's tongue, causing the man to blink. "If I were honoring you, you would be going back home with your family, and we would hopefully never have another war that we have to fight in again. I need your help in keeping this realm together for long enough that it will stay together without you."
Lord Stark was quiet. "I am no-"
"Bloody Hell Ned." That made Lord stark seem to drop his defenses. "I need someone whose word is greater than I. I need a man of honor here because the rest of the Lords of Westeros do not trust my honor. They trust yours. Any word I give will not be trusted. Any word you give, will be as good as Gold. Good as any sword or shield. A man's word is something that needs to be respected."
"You are that man lord Stark. I am counting on it. For without you, it all falls apart."
Reward: Ned has been press-ganged into becoming your Master of Laws.
He is not happy about it, but he knows it could be worse.
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-[X] Master of Whispers (Intrigue Advisor)
--[X] Oberyn Martell (Intrigue 17)
-[X] Hand of the King
--[X]Jaime Lannister.
They would need to arrive in the city first, but you knew for sure that Oberyn would have all sorts of jokes prepared for Jaime being the Hand of the King.
All the jokes.
Reward: They know, and are preparing, both a fountain of wit and a great deal of preparation with their duties.
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-[X] Master of Ships
--[X] Rodrik Harlaw
The Sea Song was deep in the harbor, flying Harlaw colors well before you saw it. But the Reader was on his deck, waiting for you. "I take it you are the Greenlander that wished for an Ironborn Captian?"
"Aye." You replied with a smile.
Rodrik was quiet for a moment, looking at you before stating. "You met Euron, didn't you?"
His question forced you to nod. "Aye."
"What is his fate?"
You smiled. "He turned himself into a monster, a monster with a Kraken's tentacle for a hand, and a lust for magical artifacts and destruction. I killed him during the Night of Dragons, in Volantis. I cut his head off and made him burn alive while I and Prince Aegon fell into the sea. The Silence sank with all hands, and Euron, whatever he became, was destroyed."
That made the reader smile. "By gods. When I heard the rumors I thought it was Lord Jaime that did such a feat."
"Well that would be a lie, he wasn't there. He was saving Volantis from Dothraki." You replied, happy that, once again, Jaime was stealing some of the limelight again.
You enjoyed that. You enjoyed it alot.
"Can I trust you Lord Harlaw, to not steal my fleet and raid the east?" You asked, a joke leaving your mouth and it caused Lord Harlaw to laugh.
"Not if it's an order. There are some that would say I would need to pay the Iron Price." He than pulled out a cup of ale. "Me, I prefer the Gold Price, far less of a chance to cut myself."
Reward: Lord Harlaw is here in King's Landing.
You also learn the Iron Born lesser lord's, and "The Alliance of the Reasonable" of the High Lord's, men who were against the Rebellion who survived, are loyal to you.
Balon is also silent. But you like him quiet.
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-[X] Lord Commander of the City Watch (not a Small Council position, but important nevertheless)
--[X] Jacelyn Bywater is an officer in the goldcloaks, who served with distinction (but not infamy or cruelty) during the Kraken's Folly. Losing a hand in the rebellion, he was knighted for his troubles and has since served ably in the City Watch, yet has not advanced through the ranks nor gained loyalty from many goldcloaks. Privately, you confirm that this is because he is not on board with extortionate bribery or wanton cruelty, and because Commander Slynt rather openly despises him.
Lord Slynt was as horrid a worm as you thought, the balding man kept hiding it with a hood and beard.
He was a worm you oh so wanted to get rid of, but you just needed to wait. Sit and wait.
"Good food Your Grace." He said.
"And good wine." You stated. "Tell me, Lord Commander. I had heard rumors that you serve with the Watch with distinction. And made numerous friends in court because of it."
"That I did." He drank as he smiled. "Turns out that keeping law and order gives you many perks from those who seek the same thing."
"Like Lord Balish?" You asked as the man's face paled. "Because I heard from numerous men of great repute, that the Queen and the Former Master of Whisperers liked you for a reason of less than noble quality."
"All lies of course," Slynt stated without hesitation. "The Dead can't speak, and traitors always tell lies."
"Of course." You replied. "Because you are a traitor. You may have changed your cloak, but no one really trusts a man as leechers as you are, is nothing but a liability."
Fear overtook his mind. "I have friends in court."
You smiled. "Are you forgetting who you are talking to?"
The City Watchmen outside took him. "It's a long way to the Wall. Hopefully, I can get a chance to visit it. I've heard it's quite beautiful, in a brutal, horrible, sort of way."
Jacelyn walked in and stole the seat of Slynt. "Oh, I've been waiting a long time to do that to that cunt." He then took a sip of the wine with his good hand. "Sure I can't just dump him in the river? Save us all some money."
"The Wall always needs more men," you stated. "And I promise to give the Lord Commander as many as we can give him, as a gift."
"Not many will take the black." He replied.
"Not If I'm about to exile the lot of them out of the city. It's going to be better that way." You smiled. "I trust you and your men can clean house without me needing to supervise you?"
"Of course your Grace. It's already being done."
"Than congratulations Lord Commander."
Reward: The Gold Cloaks have been purged and over 400 are sent to the Wall to take the Black.
Another thousand are exiled outside of the city.
The Gold Cloaks are super loyal to you and their new commander who is cleaning up the ranks.
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-[X] Master-at-Arms of the Red Keep (not a Small Council seat, but a position of prestige and importance)
--[X] Bonifer Hasty is a somewhat older knight of the Stormlands, who apparently was once close with your mother, and more recently did not involve himself in the war, except to protect smallfolk from predation from either side. Appointing him would be seen as a move of reconciliation towards Stormlanders not named Connington or Baratheon, would please the Faithful, and he'd possibly be someone to talk to about your mother.
Ser Hasty was spending a lot of time looking at a portrait of your mother, one that you had hanging in the throne room, one of the few that survived Roberts's rampages and destruction of everything that your family represented.
"Your Grace." He said with a smile, but you stopped him from bowing.
"Please, just Viserys." You stated.
You saw your mother and her regal gaze, without any stress, without horror, without anger. It was a portrait right before Rhaegars birth. One that was without any of the stress that being consort gave her. One that destroyed her.
"Could you tell me about her Ser? Tell me about my mother?" You asked.
Ser Hasty smiled. "Of course."
And you learned so much more than you possibly could.
Reward: There is so much to gain, and you realize that your mother was the strongest woman who ever lived.
Maybe her story can help you.
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-[X] The King's Justice (not a Small Council seat, but a position of some prestige and dignity)
--[X] Sandor Clegane remained in the city, apparently, and has no qualms about killing people he's told to. Considering who may be in the Black Cells in the near future, he would probably jump at the opportunity.
You looked to Clegane and felt his anger at you. "I want to know one thing Clegane." You stated. "Give me one reason to let you be the one who kills your brother."
"You'll be getting rid of a monster without equal." Clegane stated.
So you let him.
You knew of Gregors monstrous nature.
You needed a monster of your own.
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Citadel Diplomacy: 60/90
Rolled:
D100 => 91+17=108
Pycelle was dead, and you needed to replace him with someone else.
Thankfully the citadel was willing to allow you to influence their decision.
[ ] You hope for someone with links of copper, well-versed in history (Gain an advisor that will give a +10 diplomacy rolls, in addition to his own bonuses)
[ ] You hope for someone with links of yellow gold, skilled with maths and economics (Gain an advisor that will give a +10 Stewardship rolls, in addition to his own bonuses)
[ ] You hope for someone with links of Valyrian steel, for the higher mysteries (Special Actions Available, but will not gain additional bonuses)
[ ] You hope for someone with links of silver, specialized in medicine and healing (Gain an advisor that will give a +20 rolls to any roll that involves healing an injury, or dealing with mental trauma, in addition to his own bonuses)
[ ] You have no preference and trust the archmaesters to serve you well with their choice (Greatly increases the Citidel's Approval of you, and may give a great gift for your continued trust in their judgement)
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You took a breath.
You needed time to think before the next great event occurred.
What Event was that?:
[]Arianne's Arrival: Arrianne was coming to the city with Oberyn, and his family, along with a few of her other family members. But above all else, you wanted to see her and Dany again, after so long away from them, it would be a glorious thing.
[]Jaimes' Arrival: You were surprised to see him here so soon. But than again, there was something that was off about him. He seemed very broken. There was also the fact he brought Tywin with him as well that made you feel very uncomfortable.
[]The Percussion of the East: The Free cities of Essos have sent a lot of representatives to start making deals. There was also a very dark feeling in your gut. And your senses were never wrong.
[]Rhaegars Arrival: He was sitting on the little throne you made for yourself. And he smiled. "Finally destroyed the chair. I was wondering when that would happen." He turned to you. "Seems magic is starting to come back, brother. And we have little time before it gets worse."
AN: Enjoy and please, enjoy.
