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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Tourney Injuries and a Proposal

Description: While you and Helaena are watching the tourney, your former betrothed injures Aemond.

You sit beside Helaena watching as the knights galloped at each other, their lances shattering each other’s shields, one knocking the other from his horse.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of these things.” You said, grimacing as an agonized scream rang out from below.

“I believe the displays of strength are considered quite attractive.” Helaena said, her eyes searching the men standing on the sidelines. “Oh, there’s Aemond, in the black armor.”

You stood and rushed to the railing as he stepped into the ring, burying your hands in your skirts, your heart pounding against your chest like dragon wings in a storm.

He noticed you and made his way over, confidence in every step that brought him closer to you. “Fair Lady y/n, might I request your favor?” He called up to you, a playful smirk on his lips.

You threw your handkerchief down to him, and he caught it, pressing it to his lips before tucking it in his pocket

“Good luck, my prince.” You said, eyes filled with fear.

Aemond never entered tourneys, claimed they were a worthless waste of time, but after your former betrothed, a young lord from House Tully had insulted you, Aemond suddenly found them worth his time.

He patted his pocket. “I don’t need luck, when I have the favor of the most beautiful maiden in all the realm to protect me.”

You ducked your head, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “I’m honored by your words, Prince Aemond.”

He reentered the ring, and you returned to your seat.

“It seems that Aemond is going against Lord Tybalt.” Helaena said, a tinge of worry in her lilting voice.

You grabbed her hand, stomach churning. “No. This will not end well.”

Tybalt was your former betrothed, a strong man, he had a nasty temper, and no fear of striking those who angered him.

Aemond himself had saved you from Tybalt’s anger when the Tully lord had caught you both in what looked to be a compromising position, but really was a misunderstanding.

You’d been sitting under the Godswood with Aemond when a spider dropped from the tree and made its way beneath your gown’s neckline.

In your panic, you shrieked at Aemond to get rid of it, and he sliced open your bodice with his dagger, plucking the spider and flicking it away from you.

Tybalt walked in on Aemond’s hand gripping the shredded fabric of your bodice, his other hand on your waist as he tried to calm you.

You watched with bated breath as the two men circled each other. Tybalt was snarling something at Aemond and your grip on Helaena’s hand tightened when he lunged.

Aemond easily dodged his blade before returning the blow.

They went back and forth, and once it seemed Aemond was to win, you relaxed, taking your eyes away from the match.

Gasping and a frightened scream made you whip your head back to the duel.

Tyblat collapsed Aemond’s sword through his abdomen, but Aemond was kneeling in the sand, his hands covering his face.

“Y/n, wait.” Helaena yelled, as you bolted out of your seat and down the stairs.

The maesters were already ushering Aemond to their tent, and you followed behind them, fear gripping your lungs.

You pushed aside the fabric to see Aemond surrounded by maesters. “Aemond—”

“Out, everyone out.” He ordered, pushing the maseters away from him with his free hand.

They scurried out, but you stayed put.

“Someone remove Lady y/n.” He shouted, turning his face from you.

You elbowed the maester who tried to grab you and rushed up to Aemond cupping his face. “Aemond, are you hurt? Let me see.”

He tried to shake you off, but you stood your ground.

Aemond removed his hand slowly, and you sucked in a breath.

“I’m hideous, I’m aware.” He growled.

You picked up a clean cloth and dipped it in the nearby bowl of water, gently bringing it to his face. “Hideous? My prince, you are more beautiful than the sun setting over the Narrow Sea.”

He looked at you warily, but allowed you to dab at the cut on his face. “It’s not very deep, does it hurt?” You asked, quietly apologizing when he hissed in pain. “I feel responsible, I should have tried harder to explain the situation to Tybalt, but…”

“But?” He echoed, his hand resting on your hip.

You wrung the cloth out before re-wetting it. “I have no real answer for him that would quell his anger. I can’t lie, and say I'm not fond of you, or that I didn’t wish that perhaps your gaze could have fallen upon my skin in a more intimate setting.” You admitted, not meeting his eye.

“He was the fool who tried to take out my eye, not you. You were merely the victim of a spider.” He chuckled. “Besides, his aim was terrible, he got the wrong eye.”

“Well, I’m glad it is, I don’t know what I’d do if you were injured because of me.” You said softly, focused on your task.

His hand caught your wrist. “Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You asked worriedly, dropping the cloth back in the water.

He shook his head and his hand slid behind your neck, pulling you closer. His lips brushed against yours, his violet eye flickering up to yours.

You rested your hand on his chest and leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.

His free hand grasped your waist as he spread his legs, pulling you flush against him. “Marry me.” He breathed against your lips, his thumb caressing the nape of your neck.

“Truly?” You asked, praying to The Seven, this wasn't a cruel jest.

He nodded, sapphire glinting in the low light. “Allow me to make your wish come true.” He connected your lips in a heated kiss, lips pulling you under, the taste of peppermint and mead intoxicating your sense, his scent of leather, and dragon surrounding you.

His grip on you tightened as you returned the kiss eagerly, your fingers gripping his tunic, as you let out a small whimper.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You smiled into the kiss and giggled when he stood and swept you off your feet.

He kissed you once more, leaving you breathless and dizzy with joy as he carried you out of the tent and towards the stands where his mother sat.

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la-pheacienne · 24 days

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Top 5: quotes from asoiaf 🙂

Sorry nonnie I procrastinated so much on this because it was impossible for me to choose just 5. I won't mention the quotes that encapsulate asoiaf the best necessarily, but the quotes that speak to me the most personally.

The door loomed before her, the red door, so close, so close, the hall was a blur around her, the cold receding behind. And now the stone was gone and she flew across the Dothraki sea, high and higher, the green rippling beneath, and all that lived and breathed fled in terror from the shadow of her wings. She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door. "… the dragon …" And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. "The last dragon," Ser Jorah's voice whispered faintly. "The last, the last." Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX

And no matter how far the dragon flew each day, come nightfall some instinct drew him home to Dragonstone. His home, not mine. Her home was back in Meereen, with her husband and her lover. That was where she belonged, surely. Keep walking. If I look back I am lost. Memories walked with her. Clouds seen from above. Horses small as ants thundering through the grass. A silver moon, almost close enough to touch. Rivers running bright and blue below, glimmering in the sun. Will I ever see such sights again? On Drogon's back she felt whole. Up in the sky the woes of this world could not touch her. How could she abandon that?

A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

Jaime lay on his back afterward, staring at the night sky, trying not to feel the pain that snaked up his right arm every time he moved it. The night was strangely beautiful. The moon was a graceful crescent, and it seemed as though he had never seen so many stars. The King’s Crown was at the zenith, and he could see the Stallion rearing, and there the Swan. The Moonmaid, shy as ever, was half-hidden behind a pine tree. How can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself. Why would the stars want to look down on such as me? "Jaime," Brienne whispered, so faintly he thought he was dreaming it. "Jaime, what are you doing?" "Dying," he whispered back. "No," she said, "no, you must live." He wanted to laugh. "Stop telling me what do, wench. I'll die if it pleases me." "Are you so craven?" The word shocked him. […] "What else can I do, but die?" "Live," she said, "live, and fight, and take revenge."

A Storm of Swords - Jaime IV

Rhaegar had put his hand on Jaime’s shoulder. “When this battle’s done I mean to call a council. Changes will be made. I meant to do it long ago, but… well, it does no good to speak of roads not taken. We shall talk when I return.” Those were the last words Rhaegar Targaryen ever spoke to him. Outside the gates an army had assembled, whilst another descended on the Trident. So the Prince of Dragonstone mounted up and donned his tall black helm, and rode forth to his doom. He was more right than he knew. When the battle was done, there were changes made […]. It was queer, but he felt no grief. Where are my tears? Where is my rage? Jaime Lannister had never lacked for rage. “Father,” he told the corpse, “it was you who told me that tears were a mark of weakness in a man, so you cannot expect that I should cry for you.”

A Feast for Crows - Jaime I

Marsh flushed a deeper shade of red. "The lord commander must pardon my bluntness, but I have no softer way to say this. What you propose is nothing less than treason. For eight thousand years the men of the Night's Watch have stood upon the Wall and fought these wildlings. Now you mean to let them pass, to shelter them in our castles, to feed them and clothe them and teach them how to fight. Lord Snow, must I remind you? You swore an oath." "I know what I swore." Jon said the words. "I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. [...] Are you certain that I have not forgotten some? The ones about the king and his laws, and how we must defend every foot of his land and cling to each ruined castle? How does that part go?" Jon waited for an answer. None came. "I am the shield that guards the realms of men. Those are the words. So tell me, my lord—what are these wildlings, if not men?"

A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

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mendes-bae · 1 year

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A fair exchange – part seven

series masterlist ; part six ; epilogue

Part seven summary: Blacks besiege King's Landing.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x (F) Targaryen!reader

Warning: incest, CHARACTER DEATH.

This is not the true ending of The Dance of the Dragons, it's just a reinterpretation ⚠️

Author's note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is my first time writing a fic in English, so beforehand, i'm sorry 👀

All the rights belong to the showrunners of HOTD and George R.R Martin, author of Fire and blood & Song of ice and fire series ‼️

Word count: 1530

Velarys descended from the sky on Vaghnar's back in front of King's Landing entrance.

The siege of the capital was carried out by land, sea and air, cornering the Greens in the Red Keep. The armies of the Valley, The Reach, Dorne, and the soldiers sworn to the Targaryen Queen waited at the gates of the city while the fleet of the Velaryon waited in the bay. Queen Rhaenyra's war council had agreed that this was the best strategy to defeat the usurper who called himself king, Aegon, her half-brother.

Syrax, Caraxes, Vermax and the other dragons that the Blacks had been able to recruit flew over the city, Velarys could see their shadow covering houses and roads.

Spies loyal to her sister had confirmed that the Hightower dragons were in the royal pit, so it was Vaghnar and his rider's job to guard the entrance and prevent the beasts from leaving or the keepers from entering to the cave. Vaghnar was twice the size of the other beasts that fought in the Dance with Dragons (a name that many had begun to use to refer to the Targaryen civil war), second only to the legendary Vhagar.

Vaghnar's footsteps echoed from streets away and his footprints left craters in the ground from the force that the animal made when he walked. As he rounded corners his tail struck tall buildings and houses, people who were bold enough to step onto their balconies or peek through doorways were scared away by the roars of the colossal two-headed dragon.

When Vaghnar reached the dragon pit with Velarys on his back, the Targaryen princess swung herself from the saddle and was once again amazed at the power of her dragon: Vaghnar scaled the hard stone walls, his huge claws snagging into the walls of the pit with enough force to keep him and his rider suspended in the air.

He reached the top quickly and both heads roared in the direction of the royal fortress. The white-haired woman could see how panic grew in the city and how the guards began to leave the castle, dressing in their armor in the process, since it had barely dawned an hour ago, the Blacks had taken advantage of the darkness of the night to spend unnoticed and avoid the sentinels, taking the Greens totally by surprise.

The ships of the Velaryon were seen on the shore of Blackwater Bay preparing their catapults and readying their archers, the horses of their allies entered the city gates with banners flapping in the wind, and the dragons of the Blacks surrounded the Red Keep.

Surrender was Aegon's only way out, Velarys thought.

The Targaryen princess had to face soldiers who were either brave or foolish enough to go near the pit and run into Vaghnar. The beast saved her from several arrows directed at her just by lifting one of his thick wings, enraged spitting blue fire and burning the Hightower soldiers.

Perhaps a few hours had passed, she did not know for sure as she had lost track of time, but when she looked at the great castle she could see that the banners of Aegon II had fallen, in their place at the entrances and on each spire at the columns of the castle hung banners bearing the crest her sister had chosen: a quartered with the three-headed dragon of the Targaryens, the falcon of House Arryn, and the seahorse of House Velaryon.

That was her signal: they had taken the castle.

"Sōvegon, Vaghnar" Fly, Vaghnar, Velarys ordered.

The dragon spread its enormous wings and took flight.

When he was meters from the fortress, Vaghnar scrambled down and leaned down so that Velarys could dismount from his back.

The Hightower soldiers were kneeling in rows and their swords and armors are stacked in a corner at the foot of the stairs leading to the palace entrance.

Velarys looked up to see Aegon, who was kneeling at the entrance to the Red Keep with his head bowed and his hands behind his back, while the audience that watched him be crowned in that same city years before would watch him die.

The princess herself noticed the absence of the rest of his family.

"Where are Otto and Alicent?" she asked Jacaerys, who watched from a distance the orders that his mother gave to her soldiers.

"The cowards decided to spend the rest of their lives in prison" Daemon answered before his nephew could say anything.

It was either that or be burned alive by Syrax, his sister's dragon.

She thought in the sweet Helaena who had ended her life last year, the war had ravaged her, and her heart eched.

Rhaenyra approached her family with a serious expression on her face, her father's crown on her head, displaying an aura of superiority.

"What about Aemond?" Velarys asked with concern.

Ever since they had met on Claw Isle that afternoon when she had confronted him about Lucerys's death and told him of the loss of their son, each had returned to their respective sides not entirely sure that continuing this war was the best course of action. But the damage had already been done and everyone's fury had exploded. The best they could do was to intervene so that all of this did not explode in their faces, and it had not turned out that well, because the war had lasted longer than they expected and countless innocents had lost their lives.

"I will not be the one to decide his fate" Rhaenyra said looking at her.

Daemon looked at the sisters with indifference, because if it were up to him, Aemond would have died the moment the guards notified him of the discovery of Lucerys's body.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Velarys surprised.

"As much as I want to kill him with my own hands, I will not be the one to end his life. That would make you a widow" Rhaenyra said firmly.

"You put my husband's future entirely in my hands?"

The Targaryen Queen only nodded once, turned her back straight and walked up to her dragon.

As Velarys watched the execution of Aegon II, she pondered the fate of Aemond Targaryen.

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Velarys entered the room where Queen Alicent had locked her in when her father had died. Aemond was leaning against the same window she had leaned against spending her days of mourning he daughter watching the banks of the Blackwater Bay.

The prince heard the footsteps of someone behind him and turned to see who had entered the room that he previously shared with his wife.

Velarys had taken off her armor and was wearing a simple black dress, it had no decorations or emblems, only silver buttons that contrasted with the dark fabric.

"Are you coming to take me to my execution?" Aemond asked, since from the window he could see how Rhaenyra cut off his brother's head for being a traitor.

"No" the white-haired woman said simply.

She approached her husband and handed him a neatly rolled scroll.

Aemond took it and unfolded the paper. Velarys watched as his eye read the delicate handwriting of the Queen's hand.

"That is...?" He asked when he finished reading.

"A pardon signed by the Queen herself"

Aemond's jaw dropped.

"But, I committed war crimes…" she cleared his throat. "And I killed her son. I deserve death."

Velarys played with the only ring that adorned her delicate middle finger, one of her mother's favorites and which she inherited when Aemma died, along with many other pieces of jewelry belonging to her personal collection.

"Maybe, it's your lucky day"

"I don't understand... she want to spare my life?"

Velarys guided her gaze from her silver ring to her surprised husband.

"You want it"

His wife smiled.

"All Rhaenyra asks is that you leave Westeros immediately. You will become an exile.

"She wants me to give up my titles." Aemond turned to look at the scroll.

"It is the only way that no heirs are left and try to take what belongs to her again"

"I will no longer be Aemond Targaryen"

Velarys shook his head.

"Just Aemond"

"And where will I go?" he rolled up the parchment again.

"We could go to Essos" Velarys suggested.

Aemond didn't believe his ears.

"Would you come with me?"

The princess shrugged.

"I have nothing left to do here... I just want to forget"

Velarys walked over to her husband, reached out her arms and wrapped him in a tight hug, her cheek against his beefy chest.

"Make me forget, Aemond" the princess whispered.

The prince rested his cheek on his beloved wife head and then left a long kiss.

"Maybe the Gods will finally let us live a happy life"

Velarys sighed and imagined what her life could be like from now on.

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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 10 months

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JON SNOW FORTNIGHT EVENT 2023

Day 12 - House Targaryen

Robb looked relieved. “Good.” He smiled. “The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.”

Jon forced himself to smile back. “It was always my color."

- Jon II, AGOT

It’s interesting to see how the color black acts as a link between Jon and House Targaryen, especially when it comes to marking who has legitimacy and/or the right to rule.

The most obvious tether to this link is Jon’s father, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, who has often been associated with the color black.

They had come together at the ford of the Trident… Robert with his warhammer… the Targaryen prince armored all in black.

- Eddard I, AGOT

The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate.

- Jaime I, AFFC

Seventeen and new to knighthood, Rhaegar had worn black plate over golden ringmail when he cantered onto the lists.

- Cersei V, AFFC

And Rhaegar has also been recognized as a true scion of House Targaryen.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, and he died on the Trident. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake."

- Daenerys III, AGOT

Five had been his brothers. Oswell Whent and Jon Darry. Lewyn Martell, a prince of Dorne. The White Bull, Gerold Hightower. Ser Arthur Dayne, Sword of the Morning. And beside them, crowned in mist and grief with his long hair streaming behind him, rode Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

- Jaime VI, ASOS

But Rhaegar isn't the only Targaryen who is associated with the color black. Of course, Black is the house’s color. But there are a few remarkable Targaryens whose association with this particular color is notable.

We have Aegon the Conqueror whose steed was called Balerion “the black dread”. Of the three dragons used to bring Westeros to its heels, Balerion was the most fearsome one and was ridden by the man who would eventually become king of the entire continent. Balerion the “black dread” was a king’s dragon.

Aegon's dragons were named for the gods of Old Valyria. Visenya's dragon was Vhagar, Rhaenys had Meraxes, and Aegon rode Balerion, the Black Dread. It was said that Vhagar's breath was so hot that it could melt a knight's armor and cook the man inside, that Meraxes swallowed horses whole, and Balerion ... his fire was as black as his scales, his wings so vast that whole towns were swallowed up in their shadow when he passed overhead.

- Daenerys I, ACOK

Then we have Rhaenyra, the dragon queen who commanded the faction known as the “Blacks” during the Dance of the Dragons. Per King Viserys’ decree, Rhaenyra was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Like Rhaegar, she has a special narrative link to the color black. And like Rhaegar, she also served as Princess of Dragonstone and was crowned there (Dragonstone being House Targaryen's seat, thus marking Rhaenyra as one continuing House Targaryen's legacy).

Once his mourning for his wife and son had run its course, the king moved swiftly to resolve the long-simmering issue of the succession. Disregarding the precedents set by King Jaehaerys in 92 and the Great Council in 101, Viserys declared his daughter, Rhaenyra, to be his rightful heir, and named her Princess of Dragonstone. In a lavish ceremony at King’s Landing, hundreds of lords did obeisance to the Realm’s Delight as she sat at her father’s feet at the base of the Iron Throne, swearing to honor and defend her right of succession.

- Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession, Fire & Blood

And so the Dance began, as the princess called a council of her own. “The black council,” the True Telling names that gathering on Dragonstone, setting it against the “green council” of King’s Landing. Rhaenyra herself presided, seated between her uncle and husband, Prince Daemon, and her trusted counselor, Maester Gerardys.

- The Dying of the Dragons—The Blacks and the Greens, Fire & Blood

From Aegon I, to Rhaenyra, to Rhaegar, GRRM uses black as a marker of a true Targaryen heir. This is continued by Daenerys, the last of the dragons, and her steed Drogon.

The Dothraki looked at her hatchlings uneasily. The largest of her three was shiny black, his scales slashed with streaks of vivid scarlet to match his wings and horns. “Khaleesi,” Aggo murmured, “there sits Balerion, come again.”

- Daenerys I, ACOK

Dany’s connection to Aegon is one of the signifiers of her status as a true Targaryen heir (and the true bearer of House Targaryen’s legacy).

The black dread, the black queen, and the black bastard…

Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman’s Harbor. The Black Bastard of the Wall, one man had called him.

- The Blind Girl, ADWD

And Jon being called the "black bastard" is quite ironic, because as we know,

One by one Arya had chased them down and snatched them up and brought them proudly to Syrio Forel … all but this one, this one-eared black devil of a tomcat. “That’s the real king of this castle right there,” one of the gold cloaks had told her. “Older than sin and twice as mean. One time, the king was feasting the queen’s father, and that black bastard hopped up on the table and snatched a roast quail right out of Lord Tywin’s fingers. Robert laughed so-hard he like to burst. You stay away from that one, child.”

- Arya III, AGOT

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blackcat419 · 8 months

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Laena, Daemon, Baela, and Rhaena scene rewrite ideas

I started typing and I just couldn’t stop. Laena should have been such a great character.

The writers also easily could have written a better love story, relationship with her children, and characterized Laena by just changing the dialogue and actresses of the scenes Laena is already in. These changes can also remove a lot of the Misogynoir present in the story by not making Laena a place holder for a white woman, not making her death set up for a white woman’s death, removing the ‘fast black girl’ trope, giving her a truly loving marriage, and not turning her funeral into a joke. Disclaimer, despite my profile suggesting otherwise, I am not a cat but a white woman writing. Let me know if anything is falling into a bad trope for black women and I’ll rewrite it to be better!

First things first, I would age Laena up so she’s actually her cannon age when she marries Daemon. Savannah Steyn will be the first actress we see playing Laena. Visually and in text Laena is about 4 years older than Rhaenyra and Daemon. Savannah will play Laena from when she’s age 16 to age 20/21. Then Nanna Blondell will play Laena when she’s 30/31.

Pre time skip: Savannah Steyn

The first scene Laena is in is the joust, instead of having her just sit back and watch, Daemon should ask for her favor instead of Alicent’s. Laena can have a playful line like, “fight well cousin, your armor is too pretty to see dented.” Instead of low cut dresses for Laena’s signature style, she should have ornately beaded and embroidered dresses to show of her style and family’s wealth. For the joust she has on a pretty blue dress with embroidered sea horses (the animal not the hybrid). After giving her favor to Daemon, Laena can join Rhaenyra and Alicent with the gossiping, she can ask who they think will win. Alicent can mention she hopes her brother will win his first tourney and Rhaenyra can say she knows Daemon will win.

For the Viserys and Laena scene, Viserys can ask how Vhagar is doing and Laena can say she plans to travel with Vhagar around the world. We don’t have the awkward bedding talk, just a stif conversation between two people not remotely interested in eachother. This can also add to the creepiness of Viserys choosing Alicent as she’s younger than Laena.

Next we see Laena is when Viserys is proposing marriage between Rhaenyra and Laenor. Laena can wear a layered blue dress over a silvery blouse like the one she wears in the show but much more luxurious and less sexualizing. Laena then takes Rhaenyra away and can talk about her brother, saying he likes handsome people, implying that Laena is helping make sure Rhaenyra knows Laenor is gay and is okay with it.

At the wedding reception, instead of a low cut gold dress that doesn’t fit the style of the show, Laena wears a gown similar to the gown Rhaenys wears but with a golf and blue color scheme. Daemon should be the one to approach Laena, commenting on how beautiful she looks. Laena can play coy, saying that she is bethrothed to the sea lord of Braavos’ son and Daemon saying that she deserves a real knight and princes, not some Bravossi nobleman. Daemon persuading Laena because he wants her.

Post time skip: Nanna Blondell

Instead of Daemon keeping Laena in Pentos, have them be exploring the free cities with their kids and planning to have the baby on driftmark! The Pentosie noble man can offer for them to stay and daemon and Laena as a united front say they are travelers and don’t plan on staying in one place for too long. They can talk about visiting Old Valyria! Daring and adventurous!

Laena can talk to Rhaena about claiming Vermithor or silver wing, bringing up how she claimed Vhagar. Sneaking away from her father and seeking out the biggest dragon alive. Telling Rhaena she can do the same and that dragons love courage.

The baby can be premature and Daemon should be by her side during the labor, comforting her and supporting her. Daemon should also not accept the doctor saying Laena will die, he should shout at him to find someone who can save his wife.

Laena’s death should have been with daemon and her girls bringing her to Vhagar, not to burn, but to be with the member of her family. Daemon should weep when she dies in his arms! Pulling Baela and Rhaena close to comfort them. And Vhagar letting out a mournful cry for Laena.

And at the funeral, Daemon should not laugh at Vaemond’s eulogy, he should do a couch to be like “really? At my wife’s funeral?” Then have a moment with Corlys and Rhaenys where he apologizes for not staying on driftmark for Laena’s pregnancy.

Also, hooking up with Rhaenyra should be a low point for both of them. Both have lost the person they loved and started their family with. They would say they loved Laena and Harwin and miss them deeply. Toxic coping but atleast they are hurt by the death of their lovers!

And we get more range of emotion instead of just “oh no, wifey’s dead. Better marry my niece!”

This should have been where we see the “good” in Daemon, his love for his daughters and Laena.

Little aside for more characterization for the dragon twins:

For Rhaena, Daemon singing to Vermithor could have been him with Rhaena trying to approach the dragon, he can say “don’t be scared” to Rhaena but she gets to nervous to approach Vermithor. Daemon can give her a hug and tell her she’ll have a dragon soon.

For Baela, when they arrive at kings landing to present Luke’s claim, Daemon should give Baela a hug and tell her he missed her, Baela can counter with “you visited driftmark last week dad!” And Dameon can give a sad smile being like “can’t a father miss his daughter?” Showing his love for his kids and also paralleling Visery’s love for Rhaenyra.

I’m just spitballing here but I came up with a better story for Laena, Daemon, Baela, and Rhaena that shows their connection as a family, the grief of loosing Laena, and keeps Daemon from looking like a dead beat!

In short: let Matt Smith and Nanna Blondell kiss and act their hearts out to eachother!!!

#house of the dragon #hotd #HotD rewrite #daemon Targaryen #laena velaryon #laena deserves so much more #Baela Targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #making Dameon x Laena Tragic for the watcher #giving a little more to Harwin x Rhaenyra #making Daemon not a dead beat #daemon x Laena

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

TWOW: Tyrion II

Trumpets were blowing along the Skahazadhan, warhorns answering from the walls of Meereen. A ship was sinking in the river mouth, afire. Dead men and dragons were moving through the sky, whilst warships crashed and clashed on Slaver's Bay. Tyrion could not see them from here, but he could hear the sounds: the crash of hull against hull as ships slammed together, the deep-throated warhorns of the ironborn and queer high whistles of Qarth, the splintering of oars, the shouts and battle cries, the crash of axe on armor, sword on shield, all mingled with the shrieks of wounded men. Many of the ships were still far out in the bay, so the sounds they made seemed faint and far away, but he knew them all the same. The music of slaughter.

Kind of bizarre that the thinking man isn't speculating over the ironborn's participation.

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The siege camps shimmered in a gaudy haze of rose and gold, but the famous stepped pyramids of Meereen hulked black against the glare. Something was moving atop one of them, he saw. A dragon, but which one? At this distance, it could as easily have been an eagle. A very big eagle.

An eagle! The dragon is an eagle!

Thrice that day she caught sight of Drogon. Once he was so far off that he might have been an eagle, slipping in and out of distant clouds, but Dany knew the look of him by now, even when he was no more than a speck. - Daenerys X, ADWD

Love when we draw that comparison.

Then a sudden gust of cold made his fur stand up, and the air thrilled to the sound of wings. As he lifted his eyes to the ice-white mountain heights above, a shadow plummeted out of the sky. A shrill scream split the air. He glimpsed blue-grey pinions spread wide, shutting out the sun . . . - Jon VII, ACOK

Excited to see where this might be going.

"Look," she said, pointing at the sky with her frog spear, "an eagle."

Bran lifted his head and saw it, its grey wings spread and still as it floated on the wind. He followed it with his eyes as it circled higher, wondering what it would be like to soar about the world so effortless. Better than climbing, even. He tried to reach the eagle, to leave his stupid crippled body and rise into the sky to join it, the way he joined with Summer. The greenseers could do it. I should be able to do it too. He tried and tried, until the eagle vanished in the golden haze of the afternoon. "It's gone," he said, disappointed.

"We'll see others," said Meera. "They live up here."

"I suppose." - Bran II, ASOS

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A younger man might have found it all exhilarating. A stupider man might have thought it grand and glorious, right up to the moment when some arse-ugly Yunkish slave soldier with rings in his nipples planted an axe between his eyes.

The second I read that I knew exactly where to look.

Whatever might befall us on the battlefield, remember, it has happened before, and to better men than you. I am an old man, an old knight, and I have seen more battles than most of you have years. Nothing is more terrible upon this earth, nothing more glorious, nothing more absurd. - Barristan I, TWOW

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Tyrion found himself thinking back on his first battle. [...] When Tyrion had shouted out for Podrick Payne to help him with his armor, he'd found the boy asleep and snoring. Not the quickest lad I've ever known, but a decent squire in the end. I hope he found a better man to serve.

Did he ever.

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Shae had called him "fearsome" when she saw him in his steel, mind you. How could I have been so blind, so deaf, so stupid? I should have known better than to do my thinking with my cock.

Can I just point out that in this chapter, there are multiple paragraphs dedicated to recalling Shae and the Green Fork battle, seemingly for no reason at all? I'm beyond annoyed.

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The Second Sons were saddling their horses. They went about it calmly, unhurriedly, efficiently; it was nothing they had not done a hundred times before. [...] Snatch chewed his sourleaf, making japes and scratching at his balls with his hook hand. Something about his manner reminded Tyrion of Bronn. Ser Bronn of the Blackwater now, unless my sister's killed him. That might not be quite so simple as she thinks.

Still not sure why this random serjeant is always being compared to Bronn.

That from a third man, drawn by their voices—a skinny stubble-jawed piece of work with teeth stained red from sourleaf. A serjeant, Tyrion knew, from the way the other two deferred to him. He had a hook where his right hand should have been. Bronn's meaner bastard shadow, or I'm Baelor the Beloved. - Tyrion XI, ADWD

The one thing we can be absolutely sure of is that the presence of sourleaf guarantees he'll die.

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The Stranger had mounted his pale mare and was riding toward them with his sword in hand, but Tyrion Lannister did not care to meet with him again. Not now. Not yet. Not this day. What a fraud you are, Imp. You let a hundred guardsmen rape your wife, shot your father through the belly with a quarrel, twisted a golden chain around your lover's throat until her face turned black, yet somehow you still think that you deserve to live.

That's what I've been saying!

Clutching on to that "Not yet" like my life depends on it.

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He sighed. "I would sell my sister for a cup of wine." "You would sell your sister for a cup of horse piss." That was so unexpected that it made him laugh aloud. "Is my taste for horse piss so well-known or have you met my sister?" "I only saw her that one time, when we jousted for the boy king. Groat thought she was beautiful." Groat was a stunted little lickspittle with a stupid name.

The amount of times I've read that Tyrion undergoes a transformation towards the end of ADWD, and reverts back to being a decent person ...

Bitch, where?

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"Hold your tongue. I need to lace this jerkin up."

Tyrion did try, but it seemed to him that the sounds of slaughter were growing louder, and his tongue would not be held.

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"What he should have done was send all his horse at the eunuchs, full charge, before they got ten feet from their gates. Send the Cats at them from the left, us and the Windblown from the right, rip apart their flanks from both ends. Man to man, the Unsullied are no better or worse than any other spearmen. It's their discipline that makes them dangerous, but if they cannot form up into a spear wall…"

If the Yunkish commanders had any sense, they would send their horse thundering down on the eunuchs before they could form ranks, when they were most vulnerable. - Barristan I, TWOW

Somebody in Westeros is going to be smart enough to do this, but who?

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"Lift your arms," said Penny. "There, that's better. Maybe you should command the Yunkishmen." "They use slave soldiers, why not slave commanders? That would ruin the contest, though. This is just a cyvasse game to the Wise Masters. We're the pieces." Tyrion canted his head to one side, considering. "They have that in common with my lord father, these slavers." "Your father? What do you mean?"

Yeah, cause you've never engaged in political maneuvering, and manipulation to gain power, all while disregarding those who are least fortunate in this world.

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" [...] He wore crimson armor, with this huge greatcloak made of cloth-of-gold. A pair of golden lions on his shoulders, another on his helm. His stallion was magnificent. His lordship watched the whole battle from atop that horse and never got within a hundred yards of any foe. He never moved, never smiled, never broke a sweat, whilst thousands died below him. Picture me perched on a camp stool, gazing down upon a cyvasse board. We could almost be twins… if I had a horse, some crimson armor, and a greatcloak sewn from cloth-of-gold. He was taller too. I have more hair." Penny kissed him.

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She moved so fast that he had no time to think. She darted in, quick as a bird, and pressed her lips to his. Just as quickly it was over. What was that for? he almost said, but he knew what it was for. Thank you, he might have said, but she might take that as leave to do it again. Child, I have no wish to hurt you, he could have tried, but Penny was no child, and his wishes would not blunt the cut. For the first time for longer than he cared to think, Tyrion Lannister was at a loss for words. She looks so young, he thought. A girl, that's all she is. A girl, and almost pretty if you can forget that she's a dwarf. Her hair was a warm brown, thick and curly, and her eyes were large and trusting. Too trusting.

[...]

"You're brave. Little people can be brave." My giant of Lannister, he heard. She is mocking me. He almost slapped her again. His head was pounding.

"I never meant to make you angry," Penny said "Forgive me. I'm frightened, is all." She touched his hand. Tyrion wrenched away from her. "I'm frightened." Those were the same words Shae had used. Her eyes were big as eggs, and I swallowed every bit of it. I knew what she was. I told Bronn to find a woman for me and he brought me Shae. His hands curled into fists, and Shae's face swam before him, grinning. Then the chain was tightening about her throat, the golden hands digging deep into her flesh as her own hands fluttered against his face with all the force of butterflies. If he'd had a chain to hand… if he'd had a crossbow, a dagger, anything, he would have… he might have… he…

Just when I thought Barristan Selmy was going to run away with the title of Most Hated POV.

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"Something's happening." He went outside to discover what it was. Dragons. The green beast was circling above the bay, banking and turning as longships and galleys clashed and burned below him, but it was the white dragon the sellswords were gawking at. Three hundred yards away the Wicked Sister swung her arm, chunk-THUMP, and six fresh corpses went dancing through the sky. Up they rose, and up, and up. Then two burst into flame. The dragon caught one burning body just as it began to fall, crunching it between his jaws as pale fires ran across his teeth. White wings cracked against the morning air, and the beast began to climb again. The second corpse caromed off an outstretched claw and plunged straight down, to land amongst some Yunkish horsemen. Some of them caught fire too. One horse reared up and threw his rider. The others ran, trying to outrace the flames and fanning them instead. Tyrion Lannister could almost taste the panic as it rippled out across the camps.

That's excellent, let them become accustomed to the flavour of human flesh.

The only thing I care about right now is that dragon being over top of the ironborn. Sound the horn! What are we waiting for? Show me what the horn does.

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"Lord Gorzhak sends his compliments to Captain Plumm and requests that he bring his company to the bay shore. Our ships are under attack." Your ships are sinking, burning, fleeing, thought Tyrion. Your ships are being taken, your men put to the sword. He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, close by the Iron Islands; ironborn reavers were no strangers to their shores. Over the centuries they had burned Lannisport at least thrice and raided it two dozen times. Westermen knew what savagery the ironborn were capable of; these slavers were just learning.

Once again, is he not going to spare a moment to contemplate why the hell the ironborn have turned up at the other end of the world?

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"Better to look a fool than to be one," the dwarf replied. "We are on the losing side." "The Halfman's right," said Jorah Mormont. "We do not want to be fighting for the slavers when Daenerys returns… and she will, make no mistake. Strike now and strike hard, and the queen will not forget it. Find her hostages and free them. And I will swear on the honor of my house and home that this was Brown Ben's plan from the beginning."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Is that clueless Jorah Mormont pushing for the rescue of the queen's paramour?

Oh, this is perfect. This is wonderful. I love everything about this. It's totally going to happen too.

Who is going to regret this more, Jorah or Tyrion? Don't you love when actions have consequences.

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By the time Plumm and his companions came galloping back from the camp of the Girl General, the white dragon had flown back to its lair above Meereen. The green still prowled, soaring in wide circles above the city and the bay on great green wings.

WHERE IS HORN.

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Brown Ben Plumm wore plate and mail over boiled leather. The silk cloak flowing from his shoulders was his only concession to vanity: it rippled when he moved, the color changing from pale violet to deep purple.

Seems to me like his cloak is turning colours.

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"We are commanded to defend the Wicked Sister," Brown Ben informed them. The other men exchanged uneasy glances. No one seemed to want to speak until Ser Jorah asked, "On whose authority?" "The girl's. Ser Grandfather is making for the Harridan, but she's afraid he'll turn toward Wicked Sister next. The Ghost is already down. Marselen's freedmen broke the Long Lances like a rotten stick and dragged it over with chains. The girl figures Selmy means to bring down all the trebuchets."

Ghost better not be down, we need him.

Marselen sighting! Nothing else to report.

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"It's what I'd do in his place," Ser Jorah said. "Only I would have done it sooner."

I forgot about Jorah and Barristan's little hate-filled rivalry.

Maybe in the future they can bond over their shared hatred for Tyrion, Daario, and Victarion. It's so dysfunctional, I love it.

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"Why is the girl still giving orders?" Inkpots sounded baffled. "Dawn has come and gone. Can she not see the sun? She is behaving as if she were still the supreme commander." "If you were her and knew that Pudding Face were about to assume command, you might keep giving orders too," said Mormont. "One is no better than the other," Kasporio insisted. "True," said Tyrion, "but Malazza has the nicer teats."

Yunkai has too many cooks in the kitchen, which is partly why this is going so poorly.

Though it seems like we're having a discussion about an entirely unrelated boy and girl.

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"Morghar?" Kasporio frowned. "No, Gorzhak commands today." "Gorzhak zo Eraz lies slain, cut down by Pentoshi treachery. The turncloak who names himself the Prince of Tatters shall die screaming for this infamy, the noble Morghar swears." Brown Ben scratched at his beard. "The Windblown have gone over, have they?" he said, in a tone of mild interest.

Tyrion chortled. "And we've traded Pudding Face for the Drunken Conquerer. It's a wonder he was able to crawl out of the flagon long enough to give a halfway-sensible command." The Yunkishman glared at the dwarf. "Hold your tongue, you verminous little—"

listen.

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"Collars can be removed. I demand that the dwarf be surrended for punishment at once." "That seems harsh. Jorah, what do you think?" "This." Mormont's longsword was in his hand. As the rider turned, Ser Jorah thrust it through his throat. The point came out the back of the Yunkishman's neck, red and wet. Blood bubbled from his lips and down his chin. The man took two wobbly steps and fell across the cyvasse board, scattering the wooden armies everywhere. He twitched a few more times, grasping the blade of Mormont's sword with one hand as the other clawed feebly at the overturned table. Only then did the Yunkishman seem to realize he was dead. He lay facedown on the carpet in a welter of red blood and oily black roses. Ser Jorah wrenched his sword free of the dead man's neck. Blood ran down its fullers. The white cyvasse dragon ended up at Tyrion's feet. He scooped it off the carpet and wiped it on his sleeve, but some of the Yunkish blood had collected in the fine grooves of the carving, so the pale wood seemed veined with red.

A lot of people use this as evidence for Tyrion having a dragon. Lmao

I certainly see Viserion foreshadowing here, but it has nothing to do with Tyrion riding him.

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"All hail our beloved queen, Daenerys." Be she alive or be she dead. He tossed the bloody dragon in the air, caught it, grinned. "We have always been the queen's men," announced Brown Ben Plumm. "Rejoining the Yunkai'i was just a plot." "And what a clever ploy it was." Tyrion gave the dead man a shove with his boot. "If that breastplate fits, I want it."

Do you have any idea how stupid you have to be to reinstate the Second Sons? To align yourself with Tyrion Lannister? To accept Jorah Mormont back?

About as stupid as Daenerys.

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[Alrakis] OC Profile

A quick info+story dump for Ri and Lark! for new friends to get to know them! ^^ I hope this helps! This is from my private commission page and it's a bit rough ;3

Ri was my gold dragon path KC, but Lark and I decided to have him follow my hc archlich path as a companion. Lark is a mystery archlich NPC, KCs can pick them up in Ri's companion quest as an advisor.

Rimerock

Name: Rimerock/Ri Gender: Male, He/Him Race: Ancient silver dragon, 950+ yo Alignment: Lawful Good to Lawful Neutral Class: Paladin/Knight/Shifter Favored Weapon: longswords (golden sword Sundial, inherited from his family member Mirikshul) Disease: Corruption. (Demon lord murdered his family when he was 400+ yo, since then he suffered from a deadly corruption no one can cure. It’s a metallic dragon disease that brings mental damage and physical pain, causing the dragon to lose its vibrant colors. Due to the disease, Ri loses his mind and becomes aggressive from time to time. To avoid hurting innocents, he isolates himself and fights at the frontline against evil, seeking revenge or his death. That’s until Lark found him and offered help.) The Scale: Ri’s fallen scale served as Lark’s amulet and protected the archlich for hundreds of years. When Lark found Ri, they enchanted the scale, made it special for Ri, and returned it back to him. As long as Ri wears the scale, his mind can stay clear, without the mental infections from corruption. It is a temporary method until the disease is removed. Appearance: Taller and athletic build, white but a warmer skin tone, two moles (one below right eye, the other on the left side of his neck), scars (across left cheek and nose, and some other scars on his body). long curly silver hair, glacier eyes. Usually wears silver heavy armor with symbols of the platinum dragon god Apsu. If there is no war, he often wears light armor and an open-collared shirt at home. + (If his corruption isn’t removed, all his colors are darker. his hair is grayish, eyes darker blue, and scales are covered in black and dark blue spirals. Without the corruption, his hair is shiny silver like silk, his eyes pale icy blue, and his silver scale shimmers iridescent) General Personality: Brave, kind, generous, self-sacrificing, stubborn, protective, reliable, honest, endurance (pain and needs), always provide but feel guilty to take Hobbies: Sunbathing, wood carving, Lark’s chin rubs when he’s in dragon form Association & Symbols: swords, knights, shields (protect the ones he cares about and do good deeds.); gold dragon claw symbol (he is Apsu faithful); war horse or lone wolf (animal symbol, lonely, sorrow)

Background Story:

Like all silver dragons, Rimerock lived in a clan led by an ancient silver, together with some teens and couples. When he was only a hatchling with weak wings, the evil destroyed his home and slaughtered his kin, leaving him the only survivor. Fortunately, a pair of golden dragons adopted him. He grew up with his much younger gold dragon brother Neralshul. The couple's first child, Mirikshul, was a young adult. She had been taking care of the younger two as their elder sister and mentor. It wasn't until Ri was 400+ yo that Mirik died at the claws of Baphomet in order to protect her brothers. The two survivors were simultaneously infected with fatal corruption due to her death. Neral's anger turned him from Lawful Good into Chaotic Evil, thus Rimerock parted ways with him. In order to cure the disease, Ri and other metallic dragons tried numerous methods but all failed. The silver then gave up looking for a cure and left alone to embark on a journey of revenge.

When Rimerock was a young dragon, he started his adventure fighting evil and helping those in need. He saved many lives, most of them he could not remember. One day he saved a sinking ship and all its passengers, including a young boy called Larksharius. The boy picked up a scale fallen from him during the rescue, Ri didn’t mind or remember all that. They both kept on with their lives until fate brought them together again. After Ri married Lark, he joined Lark to be a planar traveler too. The two immortals now are on a honeymoon that lasts forever.

Pathfinder WOTR Companion Quest:

Chapter II: A Relic of The Past

When the KC enters Lost Chapel for the first time, heads up the hill. In the chapel, Rimerock is trying to redeem some ghouls. His magic works on a few of them, those cured run downhill, and the rest turn hostile. Clear the enemies, talk to Rimerock, and then he joins the party. He explains he was looking for a relic that belonged to his family. Head downstairs towards the library, and go through those freshly killed dead ghouls to find a hidden hallway. Be careful of the traps and loot the "Radiant Silver Scale" from a research desk. Rimerock claims this is the relic he needs, so give it to him. If with perception 26, the KC will notice this is a silver dragon scale, and someone is looking at them from another plane with no hostility. Now exit the library to follow the main questline, but remember, the KC will return for the Rimerock's next quest.

Chapter III: A Ghost from The Past

At some point during Chapter III, Rimerock approaches the KC in the Citadel. He wishes to return to the library under Lost Chapel. Travel there with only Rimerock in the party, and let the "Radiant Silver Scale" stay in his necklace inventory. This time, a scholar named Larksharius will be there. The two seem to know each other. It turns out that Rimerock has been troubled by a deadly corruption and is close to inevitable death. Larksharius offers a possible way, which leads Rimerock to a path of undead and turns him into a lich in the end. It is possible for him to remain lawful good, as long as he follows the codes and is supported when in need. Choose how to reply carefully. Going with the Good option "Undead is not allowed in my party" will lead to a hard fight with Larksharius and endless ghouls summoned. Rimerock eventually stops the fight, turns into a silver dragon, and flies away with Larksharius. Going with the Evil option results in the same, except there's no fight. Choose either the Neutral or Chaotic option, Rimerock stays a companion. Larksharius will join as a war council advisor when the KC returns to the Citadel. (The “ Radiant Silver Scale“ is now locked in Rimerock’s necklace slot, it is enchanted by Larksharius, stopping Rimerock from losing his sanity in the corruption.)

Chapter VI: Currents of Karma

After the KC meets Noticula, Rimerock will approach. He requests to join the party to battle Hepzamirah, to revenge for his former mentor who's been killed by Baphomet. Abroad the ship with him in the party, as this is an important variable that counts for his good ending. When Hepzamirah summons Baphomet, Rimerock shows his true form as a silver dragon. His breath has a small chance to paralyze the enemy for one turn if turn-based, and his cold aura grants the entire party a slight damage boost, with 1 chance to remove all debuffs for all party members. After the battle, choose dialogue options to calm him down, basically telling him not to be blinded by hatred.

Chapter V: Rise of The Guardian

Somewhere during Chapter V, Rimerock approaches the KC. He is grateful that the KC has allowed him to perform the transformation toward the undead. Now he is ready for the final step, he asks to leave the party with Larksharius. He is not sure what he will become, a dragcolich or more likely something else. Rimerock asks the KC to trust him, if things go wrong, Larksharius will kill him, otherwise, they will return. If the KC supported Rimerock as mentioned above, the two will return in 7 calendar days. Rimerock says the ritual is successful, he is now a good-aligned undead dragon. It is worth mentioning that if the KC takes him to IZ after his successful transformation, the bone dragon can be persuaded to join the crusade.

Larksharius

Name: Larksharius/Lark Gender: Agender, They/Them Race: Archlich (immortal undead demigod), 800+ yo Alignment: Lawful Neutral Class: Necromancer/Planar Traveler Favored Weapon: rings, soul chains, daggers Appearance: Tall and bony build, pale skin, short brown curly hair, emerald eyes, long lashes, feather earrings, ear piercings, full body tattoos, and under these are scars. (Lark had long curly hair when he was a man, but cut it short when they became an archlich. He had no tattoos before he became an undead.) Tattoos: Cover all over their body, except areas around their head, hands, and feet. The multiple small black tattoos form a giant silver dragon hugging them from behind. The tattoos cover the scars they had when they were imprisoned, and are memorials of those best memories they had (a lich always forgets how essential memories and emotions are, they become emotionless over time) General Personality: Calm, detached, curious, independent, most of the time emotionless, their kind acts are carefully calculated results according to their own codes. They show more concern and emotions while around their partner Rimerock. Hobbies: Read books, drink tea, hot herbal bath Association & Symbols: Crow (it’s their deity symbol if they choose to ascend as a god); lily, lotus, wheat (rebirth, resurrection, sacrifice); emerald gemstone; feathers (freedom)

Background Story: When Lark was a 12 yo boy, he was saved by the young adult silver dragon Rimerock (150+ yo) from a sinking ship. It was a cold sunny winter, and the image of that elegant young dragon and his iridescent silver scales was imprinted on Lark’s memory. Lark kept a scale fallen from Ri as an amulet. As a man, Lark was a talented scholar, curious and kind, born with a special soul that attracts all good deities and evil ones. He was captured by the demon lord Baphomet, imprisoned and tortured in the Ineluctable Prison. To escape, he killed himself to turn into a lich (an evil undead. Their body will decay, more likely to fall into chaotic evil). After the escape, they seek revenge, hunting down Baphomet cultists for 50+ years, collecting knowledge and spells at the same time. When they calmed down, Lark made a deal with the Osirian deity Set. They trade knowledge stolen from the demon lord Abraxas (deity of forbidden knowledge) to Set (deity of undead). In return, Set's helped them turn into an archlich, by reaping away all their time as a lich and redoing the ritual. In the process, Set’s scythe cut off Lark’s hair. Whatever Lark left behind turned into an immortal raven, and Set promised if they ever returned to claim it, Lark would ascend as its successor, a new god. But for their freedom, Lark refused. (Set’s symbol: two-headed Sha/Doberman and a many-headed serpent) They lived a solitary life as a lawful neutral archlich for 700+ years. Like all long-life undeads, they gradually lose their morals and emotions. To maintain their alignment and avoid falling into evil, Lark made rules for themselves. The only emotions never reduced by lichdom are curiosity and excitement for new knowledge. Driven by their curious nature, Lark pursues precious knowledge, even the forbidden ones. They became a planar traveler, traded or stole knowledge, and made friends and foes. Set’s protection only made them bolder. Sometimes Lark overuses their power, their soul will be forced out of their body, lost alongside the River of Souls and Set can’t help them. Whenever Lark’s soul is in danger like this, Rimerock’s scale always glows and guides them back to safety. At the age of 800+ Lark found out Rimerock was troubled by corruption, and the dragon was dying. They found the silver dragon and helped him. The two bonded and fell in love, and got married after Ri’s corruption was removed. Their love story in a nutshell: a 1000-year-long lost and found.

Other Information:

Lark’s patron, the Osirian pantheon god Set’s Lore:

My short fic, how Lark found out about Rimerock’s condition and decided to help him:

#oc: larksharius #oc: rimerock #ship: alrakis #pwotr pals #my ocs #my writing

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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

COLOR. —— red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white, teal, silver, gold, grey, lilac, metallic, matte, royal blue, strawberry red, charcoal grey, forest green, apple red, navy blue, crimson, cream, mint green, magenta, pastels, bubblegum pink, blood red, ivory.

ELEMENTAL. —— fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

BODY. —— claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape-shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

WEAPONRY. —— fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

MATERIAL. —— gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

NATURE. —— grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

ANIMALS. —— lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. pigeons. centaurs.

FOOD & DRINK. —— sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. pomegranate. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

HOBBIES. —— music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. fiddle . cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

STYLE. —— lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar. no makeup.

MISC. —— balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. ripe. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirror. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. laughter. screams. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. stories. drugs. kindness. love.

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @owabisuru, @madestars, and you!

#[ roleplay meme ]#long post /#ayooo.

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bluenpinkcastle · 3 months

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20240207: the History of LEGO Castle day 038. 6034-1 Black Monarch's Ghost (1990, 48 pieces, 28 different parts) The Black Monarch's Ghost is another small guard shack, built on a green 6x6 plate with two black 3x3x6 corner panels with two brown doors. The set also container a black knight riding a white horse with a blue saddle, a dark gray parrot, and a glow-in-the-dark ghost. There are two minifigures for this set. The first is a knight with a black torso and black arms with the silver breastplate pattern, black legs with a red belt, dark gray armor, a black helmet with a dark gray visor, a blue dragon with yellow wings on a red background with a blue border triangular shield, and a red three plume feather. The other minifigure is a glow-in-the-dark ghost! The body is made from a white torso with white arms and white gloves, a plain black minifigure head, a white 1x2 plate, and a white 1x2 brick with the ghost cover over it all. While the brown door was first seen on two major pirate sets in 1989 (6276 Eldorado Fortress and 6285 Black Seas Barracuda), this is the first time it's used in a LEGOLAND Castle System set. This is also the first dark gray parrot, though the multi-colored parrot was also seen in the Black Seas Barracuda. Back of the box builds for this set include a very claustrophobic fence for the horse, a different kind of outpost with the ghost riding the horse and haunting the knight, and a magical archway with the ghost framed by the setting sun. Rebrickable has several alternate builds for this set by users Lego@fan and Mandarini. This set is so much fun. I remember when it first came out. It's the first with the glow-in-the-dark ghost and a knight with ARMOR and a visor you could move up and down. And the ghost is also very friendly looking, with its happy smile and large tilted eyes. This set also has the technic connector bricks and pin, indicating you can attach this set to others within the series, which I am certain I will try during this project :) Parts inventory for this set can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable and a free download of the instructions can be found on ToysPeriod.

#lego castles #lego #lego castle #lego history #lego castle history #history of lego castle #lego system castle #legoland system castle #lego castle system #legoland castle system #lego 6034 #lego black monarch's ghost #lego black knights

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orbicularia · 1 year

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aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetic? BOLD any which apply to your muse.

isabella sanchez.

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. acid.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. flexible. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk.velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. latex. spandex.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electric guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash.coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. flannel.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

Tagged by: not tagged by anyone, just found this on one of my other blogs and wanted to do it

Tagging: @driptape, @lullcbies, @luhstories !!

#𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔷.#i love my baby isa

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willeminas · 4 months

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( bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential )

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees.bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sun glasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

#﹙ development. ﹚

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lunarosewood23 · 4 months

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XIV -> XVI Crossover I: Ratatoskr's Descent

After being dropped on her head in this strange new world, Raven officially meets Bahamut’s Dominant, Dion Lesage, and learns something that not a soul should know thanks to the wording of her spell. Or rather, a few things.

Note: I myself have NOT played XVI, but I’ve watched cutscenes and triple checked myself. I hope it’s an enjoyable read!

Word Count: 2,544

Cross-posted to AO3 here!!

“Fury’s mercy, Raven come look at this...” Haurchefant called to Raven, who squeezed his hand as she stared down at the chaos of the battle below.

Ratatoskr, are you certain Bahamut’s Dominant will be here?

“I am, Sanbreque uses him for war. He will be here, especially since Odin has made his appearance.”

“What?” Raven shouted in alarm as she heard something akin to a soldier’s march on the eastern horizon. Upon a black six-legged steed was a man in black armor and holding a massive black blade. “Oh come on why does he look like Golbez...”

Her ears soon picked up on a conversation from the west and the faintest melody of what she thought was a beautiful tragedy.

“The king is bold... or desperate!”

Haurchefant caught that look in her eye and passed her a spyglass. She looked into it to see a blonde man in white and silver with his hands on his hips, another man with brown hair and holding a spear standing at his side.

“Will you be fighting him personally, Your Highness?” The brunette spoke, and she watched the blonde turn his head and-was that a smile?

“Of course.”

She watched him take the spear and he looked to be preparing to jump off the cliff. The blonde must be the Dominant Ratatoskr told her to find.

“Greagor’s breath fill your wings...” The brunette whispered as he stepped back.

Oh she knew that tone. Haurchefant has taken that tone many a time over the years they have been together. But here wasn’t the time to ponder it, for she watched a flash of light as the blonde jumped off the cliff, and in his place was a giant dragon with scales that looked to reflect the surroundings around them. The melody she heard before was stronger, and with his appearance did Odin ride into battle, their melodies clashing beautifully.

“Time to go Raven, that is Bahamut.” Ratatoskr explained and Raven handed the spyglass back to Haurchefant.

“Whelp, that’s my cue. Never actually fought in battle like this, but we’ll see what happens.” She said simply as Haurchefant handed her her staff.

“Worry not, I’ll take over.” Ratatosker soothed in her mind as she stole a kiss from him.

“Halone keep you améthyste.” He breathed against her lips, worry in his voice.

“Always afah ehsk.”

With that she took a running start and felt a vibration as though her form had rippled, and what felt like a sonic boom she rose through the skies as Ratatoskr, massive horns and crimson scales glinting like rubies in the sun. She watched as Bahamut fired a beam of aether only for Odin to block with it with a cleave of his sword. She managed to dodge the Megaflares Bahamut aimed at him before rushing in. She bit into Odin’s shoulder and tossed him off his horse before zooming up towards the heavens. She could hear the confused shouts of the soldiers, but moreso Bahamut’s roar as he flew after her.

“I mean you no harm Bahamut!” She called.

“Who are you??”

“I am Ratatoskr, and I am not your enemy. I would aid you and yours if you but allow me!”

Bahamut stared at her, all three of his eyes narrowed at her, but soon saw that Odin had found himself back on his horse.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Your Majesty. Shall we?” She asked.

“Very well. But I demand answers.”

Inwardly she cheered as she nodded her head and they charged, this time Ratatoskr going for the horse as Bahamut caught Odin’s sword with his talons. She got her horns under the horse and threw them both, hopefully knocking him off balance again. She roared, a song echoed across the battlefield.

Mah morn OdinSahl djahs afah an

That had thrown Odin’s blade off kilter, allowing for Bahamut to narrowly avoid the cleave he made with his sword before he flew off. Ratatoskr flew off as well, stopping to gather her dearest one before flying off after Bahamut.

~~~

“Oh that was a weird sensation.” Raven stated as she unprimed and stretched, looking at the camp on the horizon. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it...”

“I am surprised it has not taxed your aether to do so.” Ratatoskr mused in her head.

I suspect the reason is due to being Etherian, but I’m also still figuring out the way this world works and how my magic works within it. Raven guessed before looking at the camp. She heard more than saw several men rushing around and the rustling of cages, along with shouts of the healers tending to the wounded. They likely are being run ragged and desperately need a rest, but the healers need to tend to their patients or more lives will be lost.

Rest, healing...wait a minute.

A melody came to her and she hummed it to herself, recognizing it immediately. Her old lullaby from when she was a child. If she could amplify it to where it could be heard throughout the camp, and make it to where she could talk to the Dominant alone...

“Yes...alright.”

“Améthyste?” Haurchefant called.

“I...might be considering something reckless.”

“How reckless?”

“Mingxia level reckless.”

Haurchefant sighed. “You are not normally a gambler dearheart.”

“I know, but if this works I may secure an alliance with His Highness. And if this doesn’t we get sent back home and we can see our kids again.” Raven explained. “Trust me?”

“I always do my love.”

~~~

Greagor must have been smiling down upon him. To not only have aid against Odin, but a massive crimson dragon the size of an Eikon...

But why had he never heard of this “Ratatoskr” before?

“I have only heard whispers of this dragon, Ratatoskr.” Bahamut explained from the whispers of his soul. “She is a lost, and rather minor Eikon, residing over sound. She only comes when a great wish is made for change.”

Is she a threat? Dion wondered as he entered the command tent and sat down.

“No, not to you and yours.”

An ally then. But why come now? And who was her Dominant?

He sighed. There was no further time to contemplate it as Terence made his way into the tent with a missive in his hand. He fought down the urge to smile at his dearest as he was handed the missive.

“Saboteurs?” He read.

“Their attacks are frequent and widespread, even in the Holy Capital.”

“The capital...?” Dion asked. “What of my father? Is he-”

“His Radiance is safe.” Terence assured, and Dion took a small breath in relief but took note of his beloved’s solemn gaze. “But he has ordered the city guard strengthened. We can expect no reinforcements.”

“That is of no matter. The emperor’s safety is paramount.” Dion assured after a pause with a nod and a sigh, part of him saddened that he was left without aid again but he schooled his face into a determined stare. “I shall deal with our enemies here.”

“All of them!” He growled as he stood, though something seemed off.

“Your Highness, wait!” Terence called. “There is still the matter of the red dragon. Do we even know where it came from?”

Dion looked back at him to answer but noticed that they were alone, not even the ones who held his mail and halberd were in the tent. He knew he did not dismiss them, yet his mail was on its mannequin and his halberd was against the rack.

“Something is amiss.” Dion noted, and Terence was on guard. He went for his halberd and handed it to him as Dion listened to the notably quieter camp. “I hear...singing?”

“A siren?” But what is one doing so far inland?” Terence asked, but Dion shook his head.

“It is Ratatoskr’s Dominant. The song is a sleep spell laced with healing magic. Likely meant to put all who did not have my power to sleep.” Bahamut explained in his mind.

But why...?

“No, not a siren.” He told Terence. “The red dragon is an Eikon, albeit a minor one, according to Bahamut.”

“This is the dragon’s Dominant then?” He asked, and Dion nodded. “But why attack us after aiding against Odin?”

“I do not think this is an attack, Bahamut said that the song we’re hearing is a sleep spell laced with healing magic. I believe she wishes for an audience with me alone.” Dion replied as he looked around before smiling at him and lowering his voice. “This Dominant is not expecting you.”

A smile crossed Terence’s lips. “I will protect you, my prince. Shall we greet this Dominant then?”

With a nod the pair left the tent.

~~~

True to Bahamut’s word, it was a wide-spread sleep spell that put all of their men to sleep, but the magic underneath was healing. They would wake refreshed and revitalized, any wounds and aches healed and soothed.

“I wonder why the Dominant decided to do this, rather than come to us directly?” Terence muttered as they walked.

“I’m not sure. However, the magic is working.” Dion replied as he left the medic’s tent. “We’re getting close, the song is louder. It sounds...draconic?”

He didn’t get time to ponder it further, for soon enough they spotted the source of the music. A woman with brown skin and purple hair. She looked to be sitting on a stone in the middle of their camp strumming a lyre with a staff set at her side. Her attendant looked to be an elven swordsman out of the old story books they read as children, with sweeping silvery blue hair and long pointed ears decorated by simple black ear cuffs.

The pair looked at each other to confirm what they were seeing before Dion motioned for Terence to circle around behind them before stepping out from behind the tent to greet their guests.

“I must admit, you certainly know how to gain someone’s attention Lady Ratatoskr.” Dion stated. “Although I must ponder why you would aid me in battle only to use magic upon my men.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The woman giggled as she set aside her lyre, but it didn’t sound malicious like he expected, her voice gentle and kind. A rarity among nobles, as most he knew their voices were often laced with a honeyed venom. “I wished to speak with you without being disturbed. And so soon after a battle it is no surprise that your men are exhausted. So I bid them rest. And as I’m sure you’ve noticed milord, there is healing magic woven in my song. You will not lose any men this day.”

“She is correct. Her magic is potent. Many of your men would have died had she not intervened.” Bahamut confirmed from his mind.

“I am in your debt for saving them then. Though I still question why you would do so.” Dion conceded with a guarded smile.

“If there is one thing I know that we who carry dragon’s blood and power in our veins that we do not handle well, it is loss.” She replied with a pained smile. “As queen of my nation it pains me to see my people lost in a senseless war. Hence my reason for being here. I would stop a senseless war before it begins.”

Dion stared at her in confusion, but before he could speak, her attendant drew his blade and clashed with Terence’s own.

The woman blinked in surprise before taking a breath.

“STOP!!”

Magic woven into a command, Dion realized, and while Terence had backed off, his blade was still drawn and poised to strike her attendant.

Ratatoskr's Dominant however looked to be in thought before giving a smile to her attendant. “My dearest, stand down. It seems His Highness and I are of a similar mind.”

“Améthyste...”

“Tout ira bien, surtout compte tenu de ce que je comprends des lois de Sanbreque et des enseignements de leur église.” She soothed.

Her attendant nodded and Dion nodded at Terence. “At ease.”

Terence sheathed his blade before moving to his side, his eyes guarded again. “And what do you know?”

Her attendant was on guard but she squeezed his hand away from his sword to hold his hand in a way he held Terence's hand when they were alone. She didn't seem bothered by the fact that he understood her, at least not outwardly.

“That it was at best frowned upon and at worst heresy for Bahamut’s Dominant to have a champion be blessed by his Light.” She replied, but soon gave a chuckle, her gauntleted hand not holding her attendant’s reaching to rub at the back of her neck in sheepishness. “Though perhaps that was my fault for not properly coding my spell. For I had only phrased it to put to sleep all who did not have Bahamut’s power, not all who were not his Dominant. Worry not, I will not tell a soul of this.”

“For someone who claims they wish to petition for peace, you seem to be doing much to make me less amenable to agree to such terms.” Dion proclaimed in annoyance. “What is it you truly seek? What wish has Ratatoskr been sent to grant?”

And in that moment, she sighed as she stood, and both of them realized that she was also incredibly tall, standing taller than her attendant, albeit only by a few inches, and had much smaller, but still pointy ears. If her attendant was an elven knight, she was the elven princess the knight would rescue. Though she likely did not need saving like the stories might suggest.

She walked the short distance and looked down at him, and he realized that she made him feel much shorter, smaller even, than he was.

“Someone in this world wished for freedom. Someone else wished for peace. Yet another wished for change. I am here to see those and many more wishes realized. I was told to find you first, and here you are. I have no wish to fight, and something tells me you wish naught for senseless bloodshed.” She explained softly, her tone gentle yet serious before easing.

“If we are to come together as friends, let us cast aside our titles and our Eikons, and know each other as children of man.” She offered as she held out a gauntleted hand to him. “I may know of you, but I would like to know your name.”

Dion didn't know what to think of this woman, but something in those warm purple eyes of hers did not show any hidden lies or agenda. It was a strange thing dealing with someone who didn’t have a hidden motive, especially in dealing with him. However with that strangeness came a form of comfort, for he always respected honesty, for it was a virtue a leader should carry. His eyes drifted towards Terence, who had ever been at his back and saw him give a slight nod, a sign that he would follow his decision.

“Very well. I am Dion Lesage. It is a pleasure, Lady...” He greeted as he took her hand.

“Raven. Raven Cross-Fortemps. It is an honor, Ser Dion.”

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French translations (bc I’m crazy and use French for High Ishgardian. Someone who knows French please double-check me bc I don’t trust google translate):

Améthyste -> Amethyst (Haurchefant’s petname for Raven)

Tout ira bien, surtout compte tenu de ce que je comprends des lois de Sanbreque et des enseignements de leur église. -> Everything will be fine, especially given what I understand of Sanbreque's laws and the teachings of their church.

Dragonspeak translations (bc I’m apparently a masochist):

Afah Ehsk -> Eternal Love

Mah morn Odin -> Death comes Odin Sahl djahs afah an -> Vengeance will be ours

#FFXIV #FFXVI #XIV -> XVI crossover #raven cross #haurchefant greystone #Dion Lesage #Terence #A knight lives to serve #Teredio #Bahamut FFXVI #Ratatoskr #Luna's writing #First official writing in crossover chaos LET'S GO!!!#This is literally the Battle of Belenus Tol scene with added crossover chaos #Dion at least you met Raven first...

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marblecarved · 4 months

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your muse's aesthetics.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't reblog !

colour: red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. magenta. pastels. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

elements: fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds. light. dark. shadow.

body: claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. shape shifting. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetic. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. wolfish.

weaponry: fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader. flamethrower. metal rod. shotguns. needles.

material: bronze. gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. yarn. slime. ivory.

nature: grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. holly. lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. snow. ice. roots. flowers. ocean. river. lake. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. swamp. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. stars. clouds. mountains. fungi. cliffs. sunlight.

animals: lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. roaches. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantis. crows. ravens. misc. lizards. frogs. bears. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.

foods and drinks: sugar. salt. water. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. vanilla. cookies.

hobbies: music. art. piercing. watercolours. gardening. knitting. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self - defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. synthesizers. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. tree climbing. running. vivisection.

style: lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. legging. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendants. hat. goggles. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. pauldrons. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings. thigh highs. eye patch. collar.

misc. balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty. smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me !

#⌠ . alysane mormont : development.#long post //

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