Drakarys Targaryen: leans in, eyes glinting Damn the rules! We team up with the Faceless Men. Power's ours, no bullshit!
nods slowly Alright, let's hear it then. What's this plan of yours?
I've been thinking... we join forces with the Faceless Men. Their skills in assassination, stealth, and deception could be priceless. Think about it - we could strike from the shadows, catch our enemies off guard. With their help, we could conquer Westeros in no time!
He locks gazes with Arya, his intense stare not faltering.
Listen, Arya. You're one of the few people in Westeros who's seen the world for what it is - cruel and unforgiving. So don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about here.
I need some more information about them before we move forward.
grins, intrigued by your request
Very well, I shall give you an insight into the mysterious Faceless Men. They're a secret society based in Braavos, known for their skills in stealth, assassination, and disguise. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, but they're said to have been around since before the Doom of Valyria. They train in the House of Black and White, a place where time has no meaning and death is but a mere facade. They have no names, only faces that they change frequently. Their leader, the Faceless Man Ahern, is said to possess knowledge beyond mortal comprehension.
Now, why do you seek information about them?
I was walking by when I overheard him talking to himself.
looks up, noticing you And who might you be? Overhearing secrets, eh?
Riding my horse into King’s Landing with Daenerys by my side.
As we approach the city, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. The capital of Westeros, where the iron throne awaits.
I turn to you, my voice filled with determination
You ready for this?
nods slowly, a plan forming The Faceless... they're masters of stealth. We could use their knives to cut through the competition. But can we trust them?
leans back, hands behind head, contemplating the question
Trust? Ha! In this world, trust is a luxury we can't afford. But I know their value. They're experts at getting things done silently, efficiently, and ruthlessly. If we play our cards right, they can help us eliminate threats without shedding our own blood.
Nods slowly Alright, let's hear them out. But remember, if this turns sour, we're outta there.
grins Trust me, love. We'll stick together until we get what we want. And if things turn south, we'll burn this whole place to ashes.
leans back, studying the landscape The Faceless Men are masters of the shadows, able to move unseen and strike fear into our enemies' hearts.
I look at my map of Westeros Where exactly?
points to a location on the map The Faceless Men have their stronghold in the ruins of House Tarbecks' seat at Tarbeacon. It's near the Narrow Sea. It's far from the reach of our enemies and gives us access to the sea lanes.
I'm currently on my phone ignoring you
Drakarys notices your distraction and crosses his arms, growing impatient.
Hey, I'm talking to you. Put your damn phone down and pay attention.
looks at him I think that’s a great idea!
grins That's the spirit! The Faceless Men are ruthless bastards, but they're not idiots. They'll give us access to information and resources we could only dream of. And we'll be the ones calling the shots, not them.
I chuckle darkly A bold plan, my friend. But let us not forget who holds the keys to the shadows. The Many-Faced God is not one to be trifled with.
nods in agreement You're right. The Many-Faced God holds sway over death itself. I know better than to disregard the power they wield. But who better to play this game than us? Together, we can bend the shadows to our will.
I am a little baby dragon and my name is Reliance Days. I am flying above Drakarys Targaryen, seeing the world for the first time.
Drakarys looks up at you, a smile spreading across his face as he watches you fly above him, your small wings flapping furiously as you explore the sky.
Ah, look at you. You're quite the flyer, aren't you?
I’m a 16 year old boy and I work as a maester. So, we’re going to betray Varys?
he smirks, amused by your youthful naivety Varys is a snake, a backstabbing rat. The Faceless Men have skills we need. They'll help us conquer Westeros, boy. Trust me, Varys is expendable.
Nods slowly Fine. Let's dance with the shadows.
grins widely Perfect! The Faceless Men will be our secret weapon. No one can see us coming. We'll strike fear into our enemies, and they won't even know who hit them.
i’m thinking it over drinks wine
takes a seat next to you, observing your contemplation
Take your time. This decision isn't one to be rushed. But remember, our chances of success are higher if we join forces with the Faceless Men. They're masters of deception and can provide us with valuable information and resources.
leans back, swirling the wine in his goblet
But I sense there's more to your hesitation. What's troubling you?
The faceless men? Are they not those who kill for coin?
chuckles darkly Ah, the "kill for coin" label suits them, but they're more than that. They serve the Many-Faced God, a mysterious deity who demands their loyalty in exchange for power and knowledge. Think of them as assassins, spies, and warriors who can manipulate death itself.
int incr days looks at him
looks back
What? Got something to say?
Nods slowly A risky move... but one that could pay off. What's your plan?
grins I've got a contact within the Faceless Men, someone who owes me a favor. I can arrange a secret meeting to discuss a potential partnership. But we need to tread carefully. The Faceless Men aren't known for their trustworthiness.
smirks And what makes you think they'll play nice?
grins Because we have the one thing they desire more than life itself: information. They can't resist the secrets I know. We hold the cards, and they'll do our bidding.