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VictortheMonarch

Victor the Crusader
“This one shall do.” The voice said, as I looked around. I have to be dreaming, as before me I saw a void. Not a void like a dark chasm, or some cliffside, but a pure, dark void. Everywhere was the eternally sailing darkness, roaming the expanse for lightyears, if not more... The voice, though disbodies, repeated once more; “This one shall do.”

I felt a tug, as if a rope was tied to me, and with a pull, I descended. Violently I was dragged down, clawing at anything, anything at all that could save me, but to no avail, and then, there was nought but light.

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I Opened my eyes only to flinch back, the sun broke through the windows and as I moved about in my bed, I felt… weak, frail, even. As I moved my hand to my face, I felt claws… twisted and turned, as if my hand was from some horrid creature, I flinched back as I saw the old wrinkled skin on my hand, and as I looked down at my body, I saw the differences.

No longer wearing blue jeans and a Romanov text shirt, but a long silky black and white doublet, with red three headed dragons stitched onto it. My once managed beard is now no longer blonde, but a pale white, long and horridly reaching my knees. I reached for my face to find changes all along my jaw. No longer was there a roundish jaw, but a far squarer jawline, though barely noticeable, for the arm length hair cascading like a nightmare down my head.

As I got out of the bed, I found that moving toes was impossible, the nails having long curled together into a horrible mess. I looked around the room, and saw it all. Dark Red stone that shone in the sun, which had long extended upwards, flattening out a good ten yards up. What truly struck me was the lone Mirror in the room, not far from the Balcony, and decorated with a darkened metal, with Rubies adorning it.

I had to know, I had to know for not knowing could spell the end of me. And for that I walked. I walked to the mirror and stood agape at what I saw.

It was as if staring at the face of a seventy year old man, cruel a gaze with a streak of madness, deep trenches that dug deep… long hair that descended to my waist and a beard that extended longer. With clawed hands I touched my face. No longer was there the soft skin I had grown use to, no longer was my hair a light blonde, nor were my eyes a cerulean blue. I was him, I was Aerys the Mad.

A deep pain in my guts extended out, and thus I puked up a dark mass, and let out a scream.

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The White Bull

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In all his life, he hated his King. It was his duty to serve the King, to Honor the King, to be loyal to the King. But never to like his King. Oh yes, he had like Jaehaerys, and Aerys was a good king… until Duskendale.

Duskendale changed Aerys, no longer was he a good man, who wanted nothing more than to bring Westeros to new heights, no… now he was a craven man, who burned children for his own pleasure, and raped his own wife. The number of times that Gerold had wanted to step into that room, to put a stop to it… but his duty is what stopped him. Duty to the King, and that does not include harming the King.

Gerold sighed to himself, the white helmet atop his head was heavy, but it mattered not. He would guard this man, even if it drags him to the seven hells.

Even if he had to watch Kings Landing burn.

Suddenly a scream was let out from the Kings room, Gerold looked to Lewyn Martell, who nodded back, and they slammed open the door. With swords drawn and shields at the ready, they entered the room to a fanciful sight. There, on the ground laid the king, hacking up a dark liquid, that upon meeting the sun's light, sizzled under the sun's cruel critique.

The King looked up to them, and to their horror they saw his face, at first, Gerold thought it to be poison, but after a mere moment, his look of horror changed to sheer shock. The wrinkles on his face receded, and his matted grotesque hair changed back to it’s fine golden white tone. The Cruel and Crazed look receded, and the kind gaze of before Duskendale was back, to it’s old glory. It was as if looking at the King before Duskendale, before the madness…

The King looked back to him, and smiled, “Ser Gerold, call the small council.” Gerold let out a nod. “But first, send for a groomsmen, I need to get ready…” As Gerold walked away, he knew that something had happened, and whatever it was, the King was different.

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Aerys

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With my nails clipped, my hair cut down to a long crew cut, and my beard clipped and made into a Verdi[1], I walked to the small council, and looked around the room. There was a long table, dark of wood and as long as a minivan. Seats were placed around it, and of course seated in said seats were the small council.

From Tywin to Varys, the table was clustered. They all looked agape, save Tywin and Varys, It makes sense, for Aerys had never truly gotten his hair cut, nor did he have his nails clipped. Beyond that, the near change in me was different. I felt as If I was still in my old body, before… whatever this was.

“You’ve been groomed…?” Tywin asked, as I nodded. I had a plan for how to explain a sudden change in personality, one that should hopefully give me a clean slate. “That is not all. As you all may have know, I have been… paranoid and honestly quite deranged the past few years. I’ve regained my body… but at the cost of it, three years of my life were stolen, three years a demon controlled me, and ran amok.”

“A demon?” Lord Velaryon asked, I nodded once more. “Less a demon, and more a dark god. The Red Faith of R'hllor, the demon that possessed me. With aid from Serala of Myr, R’hllor possessed me, and although I saw all he did, I was powerless to stop it.” I said, and looked downtrodden. “I regained control over my body this morning, and kicked the damned fire god out of my body, and as you can see, I am all the better for it.” I said, as many of the small council nodded.

I disliked the red faith from the story, how the burned children, assassinated people through ill-begotten means… I intend to rip the fabric from that faith, and stamp it out, even if it means I will die. “Tywin, I want them out of the Kingdom.” I said, looking at him. “Send them away, back to Essos, willingly or not. I will not have a follower of that fire demon in my kingdom.” I said, and he looked at me, for a moment, before replying.

“It will be done, but before that, I want something from you.” He said, likely testing me. “What is it, Tywin?” I asked, as stared at me, rather blankly, “I want something from you, I only ask that you accept a betrothal between Viserys and Cersei.”

Now that was something… something for another time. “I shall think about it. But for now I want the Red Faith gone, see to it.” I said, walking out from the room. “And please, do not kill them, only expel them to Essos.” I said, walking out from the room. I need to find my wife... and fast.

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1- A type of beard, think Nicholas II and his sexy beard

2- Fire god, you prolly know who he is.
 

ATP

Well-known member
Is Varys Blackfyre here ? if so,he need die.Cersei and Viserys - good idea,but made Tywin add something.For Kingdom,not yourself.
Other possibilities - contact Children,if it is possible.Stephan Baratheon should be still alive - contact him,too.Fire Pycalle/under pretext that he is too old/
Find Qyburn and hire him.Maybe kill Mountain,Westeros do not need mad dog.

And start industrial revolution on small scale,later add standing army with muskets and guns.Hatch dragons,if you could.
 

VictortheMonarch

Victor the Crusader
Is Varys Blackfyre here ? if so,he need die.Cersei and Viserys - good idea,but made Tywin add something.For Kingdom,not yourself.
Other possibilities - contact Children,if it is possible.Stephan Baratheon should be still alive - contact him,too.Fire Pycalle/under pretext that he is too old/
Find Qyburn and hire him.Maybe kill Mountain,Westeros do not need mad dog.

And start industrial revolution on small scale,later add standing army with muskets and guns.Hatch dragons,if you could.

Dragons are going to return in this series, sorry to tell ya. There shall be no Muskets and shit, that would threaten the dragons and superiority of the Targaryens. I've got plans for the Mountain, and the Children aren't going to play anything big for a while. Steffon Baratheon is dead, as the story starts a little while before they leave for Harrenhall. Pycelle can't be dismissed, it is not the Kings power to do so.

I've got Plans for Cersei and Viserys, ones that do not see Viserys on the Throne. Tywin will get his due, but that will be a long time from now.
 

Buba

A total creep
1- A type of beard, think Nicholas II and his sexy beard
His close coz George IV of Britain - compare their photos, BTW, IMO easy to mix them up - also had specimen!
like totaly 2 cute zsomg lol wtf!@!!!!11
:p

Pycelle can't be dismissed, it is not the Kings power to do so.
But can have an accident - or discover vocation for the Night's Watch.
Or simply be made an offer he cannot refuse to resign - you know, age and health issues making him resign ...
 
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ATP

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Now,one problem - how discuss with his new waifu.She would be to smart to belive in demon,so...what about telling truth and propose good marriage without sex if she is not interested ?
Considering lack of healthy children,it would be good idea.Maybe let her go with sir Bonifacy? he supposed to love her.

His son...maybe just let him be king after beating from him delusions about prophecies ?
 

aguy1013

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oh your story is okay, but why the hate to fire god when you actual need them unlike the 7 and also your story is not threadmark
 

VictortheMonarch

Victor the Crusader
oh your story is okay, but why the hate to fire god when you actual need them unlike the 7 and also your story is not threadmark
I forgot to threadmark it and plus I hate Rh'llor. He's not necessary and they burn literally every fucking thing. They are like Catholics from the Crusades man. If you believe even the smidgen of a different belief they will burn you for existing.
 

ATP

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I forgot to threadmark it and plus I hate Rh'llor. He's not necessary and they burn literally every fucking thing. They are like Catholics from the Crusades man. If you believe even the smidgen of a different belief they will burn you for existing.

WHAT ?????? when exactly crusaders burned anybody? In Holy Land then do not even try convert muslims,and let them live as long as they were loyal.In Spain they try the same,but when muslims become 5th column they let them choose - become catholics or sold their property and go to muslim countries.
Catholics in protestant countries never had that kind of choice.And protestants in England alone murdered more catholics then
Inquisition in entire world.

Burning was made by Inquisition,not crusaders - they killed about 10.000 people in 600 years.Sralin genocided more on average week of his reign.
 

The Whispering Monk

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Osaul
@VictortheMonarch
One way you could alter the Rh'llor would be to give them a 'Prometheus'. A priest that goes against the church to become a bringer light to the darkness FOR the people. Heck, might be cool to see 'Prometheus' try to gain an exemption from the throne to stay in Westeros!

You're already using one for the Seven, and the interaction between the two would be interesting to watch.
 

aguy1013

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I forgot to threadmark it and plus I hate Rh'llor. He's not necessary and they burn literally every fucking thing. They are like Catholics from the Crusades man. If you believe even the smidgen of a different belief they will burn you for existing.
maybe, but the seven are more like catholics, and unlike the fire god one where they have proof that they are real or at least can give back gifts the seven gives nothing back unless you go to other fanfics where the 7 are the chosen gods, and we need them, cause you are not in the gen far enough to not care about the ice zombies, and you dont have dragons and hatching dragons will take yeas ,since you need a comet to help give enough magic aura to help hatch them
 

BlackDragon98

Freikorps Kommandant
Banned - Politics
Dragons are going to return in this series, sorry to tell ya. There shall be no Muskets and shit, that would threaten the dragons and superiority of the Targaryens. I've got plans for the Mountain, and the Children aren't going to play anything big for a while. Steffon Baratheon is dead, as the story starts a little while before they leave for Harrenhall. Pycelle can't be dismissed, it is not the Kings power to do so.

I've got Plans for Cersei and Viserys, ones that do not see Viserys on the Throne. Tywin will get his due, but that will be a long time from now.
Watched because of the dragons.
 

Seras

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Hmm a little short to really get a taste of what you are writing. I can sorta get the hate for the Red god, and I guess it's a good excuse for the 'no longer crazy' thing. I'll have to wait to see where you go.
 

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