[X]A Letter from an Ally: "Meet me in Summer Spring, on the southern coast… come alone, with your dragon… it's time you learned the truth about why your father died."
The Smallest of Dragons, The Loudest of Roars (An ASOIAF Valyrian Adventure Quest)
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[X]A Letter from an Ally: "Meet me in Summer Spring, on the southern coast… come alone, with your dragon… it's time you learned the truth about why your father died."
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- Spain
[X]A Letter from the Golden Flyers Dragon Racing Company: Your father… was a friend of one of the riders there… something about… needing to race your dragon for the good of the company. You knew your father was a racer before the Legion… but he was only ten…
Taking into account that Rhaerya came riding from home, and she has been staying with us without her family making a big move for that, I would say that women have a much better place than Rome or Greece, If we are comparing it with Ancient Civilizations I would say that their situation is probably more similar to Egypt in which women had control over most of their property, could work on public places and they were mostly equal in regard to the application of the law.
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[X]A Letter from an Ally: "Meet me in Summer Spring, on the southern coast… come alone, with your dragon… it's time you learned the truth about why your father died."
Plus, seeing how Women can clearly be Dragon Riders too, I would think it would be both weird and really stupid if the Valyrians would forbid friggin' Dragons from entering the Battlefield on their side just because their Riders happen to be female.
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[X]A Letter from the Golden Flyers Dragon Racing Company: Your father… was a friend of one of the riders there… something about… needing to race your dragon for the good of the company. You knew your father was a racer before the Legion… but he was only ten…
Magoose
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What makes you think they aren't already?
They have a lot more rights then those cultures and Women can even become Senators if their family has no males heirs...
Though they have to step down when a male child is born and there is a regency.
And what about the Military?
Magoose
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dragon riders only... for obvious reasons.
I thought so.
Canon omake: The Other Side of the Coin
The Other Side of the Coin
(Gaeliar POV)
"I am amazed that even after all of this madness the Eleanor's are still capable of demanding such respect", you said absentmindedly as you looked at the wine.
"Isn't it remarkable that a Dead Man's spirit, can endure and inspire such force in such a way," you continued, "and sway the thoughts of men in power even now? The Officers need a war, a TRUE war to gain land and conquest in order to satisfy the army. Even now, the shadow of the unpaid Gold is lingering over us like a plague."
"So what are you going to do about it, Ser?"
You narrowed your eyes as you looked at your fellow Senators that were together with you the Leaders of the Glory-Faction. You could tell that they regarded you with a certain measure of displeasure.
"What do you think? It it now more important then ever that we declare War and crush the Ghiscari as soon as possible! The Glory of such a Victory and the Gains in Riches and Lands will solve all of our Problems!", you said.
Briaeron Tarkaeos, one of the oldest and most influential People in the Senate, shook his head. "Except that we are not really ready for war yet either. We are still in the middle of establishing our Supply-Lines and Depots and the Army has yet to be organized."
You grit your teeth. "But we HAVE to strike now! You saw how displeased the other Senators were with us. With each passing day it grows more and more likely that the other Faction will bend together and take the Reigns again! We are running out of time!"
"Yes, we are. All thanks to the Fuss YOU raised with this foolish Law you tried to push through!" Briaerons eyes narrowed. "By the Gods, what were you even thinking?!"
You nodded. "I know the Cycle of revenge...leave it well enough alone and they will rise with a dagger in hand."
"That does not mean that you can turn the Eleanor's to nothing out of fear!", Briaeron growled.
"Why should I not? Why should I let the little Dragon have the means to grow into a Monster that can swallow the Sun? Leave something small enough alone...and it will grow into something we cannot stop", you countered. "It's the way Valyria rose...and now it faces this from within."
"But by doing this...you'll endanger us all", he argued.
Another Senator nodded. "Have you thought for even one Moment about the Implications of this Law? We already set a dangerous Precedent with the Execution of nearly one entire Family for the Crimes of a single Member! And now you wanted to give the Freehold a Law able to potentially rob any of the 40 Families of their very Base of Power?"
"In short", another Senator finished coldly, "we are beginning to Question if your hatred of the Eleanors is clouding both your Judgment and your Ability to look further into the Future then just the next War!"
"ENOUGH!!" You said.
The Senators quieted down.
"Did you think such actions were taken without forethought?! My hatred of the Eleanors does run deep, and you all know that. But I am not just speaking of the dangers of one Family...no I am speaking of the Dangers they could pose if united!", you said.
"I speak of the others plotting and scheming behind our backs...thinking of larger and grander ambitions then they are allowed. They claim to be Senators...but in their hearts they dream of being KINGS!! Our Ancestors formed the Freehold to rid themselves of such nonsense!! It is our responsibility to rule over all in a just and noble manner. This is not the first time men among us dreamed of being like a King. Nor will it be the last...and I know you men well enough that YOU DRAGON'S DREAM OF BEING KINGS!!"
Many Senators bristled at that, half in shock, half in outrage.
"We will not stand for such baseless Accusations!", one of them shouted. "You are going too far, Gaeliar!!"
You stood up. "I am not...I am merely acting on the ambitions you all dream of in your darkest dreams!"
Your eyes narrowed. "You...ALL OF YOU SCHEMERS AND WHORES WHO CALL YOURSELVES DRAGONS!! YOU WANTED TO BE THE ONES TO DO THIS!!", you shouted. "You wanted to KILL your rivals like this...to grind them into nothing!! None of you care about the Constitution or the Laws I tried to pass...your all just mad that it wasn't being passed on your own enemies, your own rivals! The fact that none of you are close enough to that dream of Kings..."
"We would NEVER betray the constitution of the Freehold!!", one Senator shouted.
"Ask yourself this... If you had the power to claim your ambitions, would you have done the same as I?", you asked with narrowed eyes.
The Senator were silent. Dumbfounded...and above all shame. They would have done exactly what you did, to the letter...some of them would have gone even further then you did truth be told.
"A Dragon does not care for the opinions of Lions. All of you dream of being THE Dragon of Valyria...but you cannot, for Dragon's kill other Dragons...for territory, for meat...or for the mating of blood", you said.
"The only reason you all haven't killed each other is that Dragons also understand that when working together they secure more. Each of you dream of being a King, but the Freehold was formed from that basic truth: 'When Dragons fight together they always win'", you finished.
Further silence reigned. Though while most Senators were looking chastised, shameful or avoiding your eyes altogether...others still glared at you in anger.
You shook your head. This would have to be dealt with some other time.
"And stand together, we must now. To truly overcome the Ire of the People and the other Senators, we NEED this War with Ghis...and we need it to be as soon as possible. Winning a glorious Victory will finally overcome the feelings of Resentment that is held against us for the Deaths of the Eleanors. If we win quickly and decisively, the Plunder and Lands we gain will finally enable us to pay off and placate the Soldiers. If we win, the last remaining Eleanor will soon be eclipsed and fade into Obscurity! All of our Problem will be solved!"
Most of the Senators finally nodded in Agreement. But despite your satisfaction about this, you could hear a small Voice of doubt whispering into your Ear.
If we win a quick and glorious Victory. IF...
You shook your head, silencing the Voice. You had worked too hard to let your Life's work be ruined by the last Struggles of a dying Empire.
The Harpy would fall...and the Dragons would rise!
A.N.: Another Omake by me and @Cyberphilosipher, detailing our Enemies back home this time.
(Gaeliar POV)
"I am amazed that even after all of this madness the Eleanor's are still capable of demanding such respect", you said absentmindedly as you looked at the wine.
"Isn't it remarkable that a Dead Man's spirit, can endure and inspire such force in such a way," you continued, "and sway the thoughts of men in power even now? The Officers need a war, a TRUE war to gain land and conquest in order to satisfy the army. Even now, the shadow of the unpaid Gold is lingering over us like a plague."
"So what are you going to do about it, Ser?"
You narrowed your eyes as you looked at your fellow Senators that were together with you the Leaders of the Glory-Faction. You could tell that they regarded you with a certain measure of displeasure.
"What do you think? It it now more important then ever that we declare War and crush the Ghiscari as soon as possible! The Glory of such a Victory and the Gains in Riches and Lands will solve all of our Problems!", you said.
Briaeron Tarkaeos, one of the oldest and most influential People in the Senate, shook his head. "Except that we are not really ready for war yet either. We are still in the middle of establishing our Supply-Lines and Depots and the Army has yet to be organized."
You grit your teeth. "But we HAVE to strike now! You saw how displeased the other Senators were with us. With each passing day it grows more and more likely that the other Faction will bend together and take the Reigns again! We are running out of time!"
"Yes, we are. All thanks to the Fuss YOU raised with this foolish Law you tried to push through!" Briaerons eyes narrowed. "By the Gods, what were you even thinking?!"
You nodded. "I know the Cycle of revenge...leave it well enough alone and they will rise with a dagger in hand."
"That does not mean that you can turn the Eleanor's to nothing out of fear!", Briaeron growled.
"Why should I not? Why should I let the little Dragon have the means to grow into a Monster that can swallow the Sun? Leave something small enough alone...and it will grow into something we cannot stop", you countered. "It's the way Valyria rose...and now it faces this from within."
"But by doing this...you'll endanger us all", he argued.
Another Senator nodded. "Have you thought for even one Moment about the Implications of this Law? We already set a dangerous Precedent with the Execution of nearly one entire Family for the Crimes of a single Member! And now you wanted to give the Freehold a Law able to potentially rob any of the 40 Families of their very Base of Power?"
"In short", another Senator finished coldly, "we are beginning to Question if your hatred of the Eleanors is clouding both your Judgment and your Ability to look further into the Future then just the next War!"
"ENOUGH!!" You said.
The Senators quieted down.
"Did you think such actions were taken without forethought?! My hatred of the Eleanors does run deep, and you all know that. But I am not just speaking of the dangers of one Family...no I am speaking of the Dangers they could pose if united!", you said.
"I speak of the others plotting and scheming behind our backs...thinking of larger and grander ambitions then they are allowed. They claim to be Senators...but in their hearts they dream of being KINGS!! Our Ancestors formed the Freehold to rid themselves of such nonsense!! It is our responsibility to rule over all in a just and noble manner. This is not the first time men among us dreamed of being like a King. Nor will it be the last...and I know you men well enough that YOU DRAGON'S DREAM OF BEING KINGS!!"
Many Senators bristled at that, half in shock, half in outrage.
"We will not stand for such baseless Accusations!", one of them shouted. "You are going too far, Gaeliar!!"
You stood up. "I am not...I am merely acting on the ambitions you all dream of in your darkest dreams!"
Your eyes narrowed. "You...ALL OF YOU SCHEMERS AND WHORES WHO CALL YOURSELVES DRAGONS!! YOU WANTED TO BE THE ONES TO DO THIS!!", you shouted. "You wanted to KILL your rivals like this...to grind them into nothing!! None of you care about the Constitution or the Laws I tried to pass...your all just mad that it wasn't being passed on your own enemies, your own rivals! The fact that none of you are close enough to that dream of Kings..."
"We would NEVER betray the constitution of the Freehold!!", one Senator shouted.
"Ask yourself this... If you had the power to claim your ambitions, would you have done the same as I?", you asked with narrowed eyes.
The Senator were silent. Dumbfounded...and above all shame. They would have done exactly what you did, to the letter...some of them would have gone even further then you did truth be told.
"A Dragon does not care for the opinions of Lions. All of you dream of being THE Dragon of Valyria...but you cannot, for Dragon's kill other Dragons...for territory, for meat...or for the mating of blood", you said.
"The only reason you all haven't killed each other is that Dragons also understand that when working together they secure more. Each of you dream of being a King, but the Freehold was formed from that basic truth: 'When Dragons fight together they always win'", you finished.
Further silence reigned. Though while most Senators were looking chastised, shameful or avoiding your eyes altogether...others still glared at you in anger.
You shook your head. This would have to be dealt with some other time.
"And stand together, we must now. To truly overcome the Ire of the People and the other Senators, we NEED this War with Ghis...and we need it to be as soon as possible. Winning a glorious Victory will finally overcome the feelings of Resentment that is held against us for the Deaths of the Eleanors. If we win quickly and decisively, the Plunder and Lands we gain will finally enable us to pay off and placate the Soldiers. If we win, the last remaining Eleanor will soon be eclipsed and fade into Obscurity! All of our Problem will be solved!"
Most of the Senators finally nodded in Agreement. But despite your satisfaction about this, you could hear a small Voice of doubt whispering into your Ear.
If we win a quick and glorious Victory. IF...
You shook your head, silencing the Voice. You had worked too hard to let your Life's work be ruined by the last Struggles of a dying Empire.
The Harpy would fall...and the Dragons would rise!
A.N.: Another Omake by me and @Cyberphilosipher, detailing our Enemies back home this time.
Magoose
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+10 to the roll next turn.
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[X]A Letter from the Golden Flyers Dragon Racing Company: Your father… was a friend of one of the riders there… something about… needing to race your dragon for the good of the company. You knew your father was a racer before the Legion… but he was only ten…
I wanna race
I wanna race
Magoose
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[X]A Letter from Ghiscari: It is a letter from your enemy… promising you death and destruction.
I have to do this. After so many omakes, it's finally time to "meet" our fated nemesis!
I have to do this. After so many omakes, it's finally time to "meet" our fated nemesis!
WhiteNights
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[X]A Letter from the Golden Flyers Dragon Racing Company: Your father… was a friend of one of the riders there… something about… needing to race your dragon for the good of the company. You knew your father was a racer before the Legion… but he was only ten…
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
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[X]A Letter from an Ally: "Meet me in Summer Spring, on the southern coast… come alone, with your dragon… it's time you learned the truth about why your father died."
Magoose
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Even then we won't even meet the guy... he's just sent a threatening letter to you.
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The fault is not in our Stars
The fault is not in our Stars
An Excerpt from the Play 'Eleanor' by famous Playwright Vycarion Teanebrus, Act I, Scene II: Senator Gaeliar speaks to the Moderate Senator Braegar to convince him to support his Scheme against the Eleanors
Gaenar Gaeliar:
"Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves?
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Braegar, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Braegar and Eleanor: What should be in that 'Eleanor'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Braegar will start a spirit as soon as Eleanor!
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth the Eleanors feed,
That they have grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Valyria, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man and Family?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Valyria,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man and Family?
Now is it Valyria indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man and Family.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Braegar once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in the Freehold
As easily as a King!"
A.N.: Let's see if before this Quest is done, I'll be able to valyrianize the entire Julius Caesar-Play.
An Excerpt from the Play 'Eleanor' by famous Playwright Vycarion Teanebrus, Act I, Scene II: Senator Gaeliar speaks to the Moderate Senator Braegar to convince him to support his Scheme against the Eleanors
Gaenar Gaeliar:
"Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves?
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Braegar, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Braegar and Eleanor: What should be in that 'Eleanor'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Braegar will start a spirit as soon as Eleanor!
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth the Eleanors feed,
That they have grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Valyria, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man and Family?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Valyria,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man and Family?
Now is it Valyria indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man and Family.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Braegar once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in the Freehold
As easily as a King!"
A.N.: Let's see if before this Quest is done, I'll be able to valyrianize the entire Julius Caesar-Play.
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Magoose
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+10 to the rolls.The fault is not in our Stars
An Excerpt from the Play 'Eleanor' by famous Playwright Vycarion Teanebrus, Act I, Scene II: Senator Gaeliar speaks to the Moderate Senator Braegar to convince him to support his Scheme against the Eleanors
Gaenar Gaeliar:
"Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves?
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Braegar, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Braegar and Eleanor: What should be in that 'Eleanor'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Braegar will start a spirit as soon as Eleanor!
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth the Eleanors feed,
That they have grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Valyria, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man and Family?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Valyria,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man and Family?
Now is it Valyria indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man and Family.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Braegar once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a King!"
A.N.: Let's see if before this Quest is done, I'll be able to valyrianize the entire Julius Caesar-Play.