"Speech"
'Inner Speech'
[Flashback] locations and time
-Character POV-
Gamer (Skills){Traits}[Quests]
-Viserys Targaryen-
[298 AC]
Ves Dothrak
Dothraki Sea
Outside of the unwashed, shit filled hovel the Dothraki called their capital, Viserys was pacing around in an agitated manner, his sword hand wound tightly around the hilt of his personal blade. The sunset provided for a picturesque backdrop against the soft, rolling hills though the young king didn't pay it any heed. His mind was racking with the many actions taken by those around him, and how they might affect his plans of conquest in the future.
He growled lowly recollecting the night before his sister married and was taken by the savage. The fat fuck Illyrio had somehow managed to ascertain his intentions with his 'sweet' sister and stationed guards to stop him, as if a fool like him had the authority to limit where the king could move in his own, if only temporary domicile. The only factor staying his hand from slaying the fool was that his guards would oversee the transaction and as uncivilized as the horse fuckers were, he would be an idiot to have attempted to slay them all should they renege and disappear with such a valuable object.
The true catalyst of his ire however was not the somewhat vague and undefined sense of 'loyalty' that the magister held but the ease in which his sister had adopted and accepted the barbarian into her life. The sister who he had debased himself for, living as a vagrant in Braavos to support her, even if only to retain her value as a pawn was so quick to abandon him that it filled him with an unbridled fury.
He had witnessed the seduction of his sister first hand and was frankly disgusted by her disregard of her duties towards her king and towards her family. All it took was a faux gentle hand and some paltry gifts and she was as cowed as any trained beast before him and yet when in the presence of her king, her claws would show. Her whorish disposition was hardly one befitting a consort, much less a sisterwife of a Targaryen King. Now as she grew heavy with child, he made sure to remember to dispose of the disgusting creature before it grew, as should be done with all royal bastards. He spat to the side, the thought of a half horse making a claim for his family's legacy turning his stomach. He was one to learn from the mistake known as Blackfyre, after all. It seems that Targaryen women need a firmer hand than most, considering the likes of Daena.
More recently, the bitch even dares to physically assault him. Him of all people! Where would she be if not for his grace and protection, If he didn't bother to bequeath anything to her? She would be nothing but a whore, servicing the scum of Braavos in the same manner she willingly services her savage leader.
Fumbling in his anger, he reached for his water-skin and took a large swig of the diluted swill these brutes called wine. The rancid acidity momentarily taking his mind off of the acts of treason from those around him.
Kicking at a stone on his path as he made his way towards the camp proper, he perceived that his situation and place was becoming more and more tenuous. He froze in the middle of the path, knocking into a few Dothraki warriors who merely ignored his presence. Shaking slightly, he ultimately began to see the change in Illyrio's conduct and the unwillingness of the Dothraki for what they were, an attempt by them to usurp him, to place his naive and foolish sister as a puppet and make a claim for what should be his by right. With mounting horror, he also realises that with the confirmed pregnancy comes the promise of dynasty and with it, outside support for their cause from other Khalasars. His entire frame burned with indignation and his eyes turned bloodshot. To think the unsightly cur would attempt to usurp him!
Roaring in indignation, he made for a sprint towards the tent denoting the dosh khaleen, the celebration for his sister's unborn child and for his doom. Stumbling along the way in drunkenness, he vows that he will reaffirm his place as their king and ruler or his name is not Targaryen. With their rules of non-aggression at this occasion, he thought it the perfect opportunity to strike.
Reaching the tent as nightfall arrived, Viserys was assaulted by the sounds and smells of revelry. All manner of whores were dancing and presenting themselves to the assembled warriors, swaying around the hearth at the centre of the tent. As the sounds of the beating drums rocked his body, he scanned his surroundings looking for his sister and the Khal, the traitors. Stepping inside in a stupor, he exclaims for all to hear within, calling for her.
"My sister Daenerys! Where is she?" he loudly questioned a group of riders with a haughty air but was only met with silence. With his left arm shaking slightly in anticipation, he adds "I've come for her and to enjoy the feast", in an effort to placate them. He wouldn't want the savages to attempt to pre-empt his ultimatum.
Feeling a pair of hands grab his sides, he immediately turned around and was met by the visage of the old exiled knight Ser Jorah Mormont, a slaver vagrant made cuck by his wife. In other words, it was truly someone he could see deigning to follow the words of his traitorous sister. No doubt he too was taken by the whore. His anger resurfaced immediately.
Sneering, Viserys made to roughly remove the wastrels hands from his frame. "You will NOT place your hands on me, NO ONE touches the dragon!", he shouted into his face, emboldened when the knight in question flinches back slightly.
From the corner of his eyes, he spots the Khal amidst his retinue with Daenerys and her handmaidens, calmly observing the unfolding encounter, watching him as if he was an object of amusement. Needing to get closer to them, he holds himself and his rage. With a faux jovial tone, he attempts to approach them.
"Khal! I've come to enjoy the feast and the hospitality! Where is my place?" He questioned him, a layered one to gauge whether the takeover was truly in effect. Ser Jorah, in translation for the savage who couldn't be bothered to learned the civilised common tongue responded calmly "Back there".
Shaking his head in what appeared as disappointment, Viserys internally was steeling his heart at the confirmation of his status, that he was to be placed amongst the commoners whilst they sat as rulers above him. Knowing it was his time to act, he responds to him with little emotion "That is no place for a King."
"You are no King" The Khal responds, this time in common, as if it was below him to speak to Viserys previously. At such a disrespectful action and already nearing the end of his patience, he could take no more. The dragon was well and truly enraged.
Drawing his blade with white knuckles, he presented the tip of the sword to the neck of the knight beside him, causing silence to permeate the tent.
"Viserys!" his sister shouted to him, no doubt in an attempt to make him cease. He was beyond listening to the cunt at that point however.
"There's the whore!" he responded balefully, his wrath on full display. With a vindictive smile, he shifts his sword from the knight to his sister, walking slowly towards her all the while ignoring the babble of the fool knight behind him.
Walking up to her, he used the blade in his hand to clear the way of the sycophants surrounding her. Lowering the blade towards her stomach in a mockery of whatever foolish traditions they kept, he speaks to her lowly "Even if you cannot spill blood, I can!". A very clear threat.
Maintaining eye contact with the two of them, he spoke with poise "I want the crown he promised me. He may have bought you, but he never paid, did he?". Smirking slightly he added "If not, I'll take you back myself without the babe. In fact, I'll cut it out myself!"
Looking down at Daenerys, he observed her face frozen in shock at her brothers words. She looked at him in fear, as if he was the predator and she the prey, as was befitting a dragon such as himself. Her silence continued for sometime. Truly silence was a wit befitting of fools like her!
Viserys was surprised when his sister quickly spoke for the savage and agrees to acquiesce to his demands for a crown, one befitting a ruler such as himself. 'I suppose they understand the wrath of a dragon in the face of lesser creatures', he thought, internally proud of himself as he managed to resolve the situation fairly quickly. He withdrew mentally from the situation, his shoulders relaxing and his sword hand dropping to his side.
As the silence continued however, a sense of foreboding clouded over Viserys. Try as he might, he couldn't hold his nerve in the face of such overbearing dread for long. Backing away slowly, he moved his weapon away from his sister and gestured in a placating manner, trying to calm tensions now that he got his reassurance. "That's all I wanted", he spoke softly, as if the violent encounter of mere moments ago didn't occur.
Only then did it dawn on Viserys the monumental mistake that he had committed in his rage and pride. With his sister already sold and protected by the Khalasar, he lacked leverage and they could in fact renege at any time with no loss to them, at the cost of his life and in an air of despondent futility, he realised that he had lost his crown. With a speeding heart, he attempted to turn around and flee but before he could do so, he was apprehended from behind.
Panicking as he tried to pry off the grip of the two stronger riders, an impossible feat for his emaciated frame, he was rewarded for his efforts with a broken arm. As he is dragged away, he turns wild with fear, staring with disbelief at the cauldron that was in the process of melting various gold baubles.
'Surely my sweet sister would not condone such a thing…' He hoped as his body continued struggling, all the while bawling in panic. Surely she understood that it was his duty that compelled him to act in such a manner, right? Even to Viserys, such a violent death seemed excessive.
As the Khal himself carried the cauldron forward, Viserys heart reached his throat in fear. Abandoning all pretence of bravado, he begged with all his might to the only one who could commute his fate, a scalding death.
"Dany! Please, I beg you!" he cried pitifully, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. She did not respond to his pleads. In the final moment before his demise, he understood that to her, their name meant nothing, that the name Targaryen will die that night. As the scaling liquid flowed from the cauldron onto his scalp, Viserys felt each torrid tendril of the metal as it seeped into his skull, overpowering the outer dermal layer of his head. An inhuman screech left him as the nerves of his head were being devastated. At that point, he no longer had conscious control of his body or awareness of his surroundings.
In his final moments, his thoughts were of home, of his room in Dragonstone, of Willem Darry and his life at the house with the red door and finally of his sister, who forsook her family and name, forsook him.
Unknown location
Unknown time
Gasping in surprise, Viserys regains consciousness amidst a black void, spreading infinitely in all directions as far as he could see. Tentatively, he reached for the top of his head but was surprised when he felt his hair and underneath it skin without any injury. In confusion, he attempts to shout to the person or thing that saved him from certain death. "Hey! Make yourselves known!" but is only greeted with silence.
Feeling a tap on his shoulder from behind, Viserys leaps in shock despite having previously checked behind him. As he calms himself, he takes notice of the person before him and his eyes widen in surprise. If not for his sky blue eyes, the person before him would no doubt resemble a Targaryen, with strong features, tall stature and silver hair.
He recalled that some of the ancient Dragonlords of Old Valyria had such eyes. In trepidation, he questions him about his origin. "Would you be a Targaryen ancestor?" the being before him merely chuckles and instead of answering him, which slightly annoys him he responds with a question of his own. "Would you like to live again?"
Viserys thought seriously on this and didn't answer immediately, no matter how much his instincts were urging him to do so. With hindsight, he understood that he acted rashly, without considering the consequences. Even if he returned, he would be alone and in great risk. Sighing, he was taken out of his musings by the man before him.
"To think that even someone like you can change, even if only a little! How about I give you some extra knowledge to help you decide?" he spoke with a teasing tone. With a tilt of his head, a blue crystal of decent size, cracked and crumbling appeared in Viserys hands.
Suddenly, the crystal was absorbed into his palms as his eyes glazed over, almost as if he was reading or watching something at an incredible speed. He spent a considerable amount of time in this state, unable to interact externally. After a long while, he regained lucidity and in a shaky, quivering voice, he responded with a monosyllable "Yes".
With little fanfare, Viserys began to slowly disappear from the realm of the void. As this occurred, he spied the Gamer he knew adopt a salute he recognised now whilst grinning widely, right hand clenched over his heart with his left behind his back. "Dedicate your heart".
"Fucking weeb" Viserys muttered in response, still, his eyes held a little warmth at the being who had given him hope now in two lifetimes.
Outskirts of a Dothraki outpost
Shadow of the Mother of Mountains
Dothraki Sea
As I once more gained awareness of my surroundings, I was assaulted by the strong stench of corpses, old and rotting in the hot Essosi sun. Gasping, I took a deep breath, savouring the way my lungs took in air, hair flowed in the breeze as I lived once more. Even the foulness surrounding me could not dampen the joy at a second chance at life.
Looking around, I realised that I was in a mass grave of some sort, naked. Despite the thoughts and concerns swimming around my head, I decided to simply not acknowledge them, not while being both unaware of my surroundings and immediate safety. If I was still near Ves Dothrak, I had to urgently haul ass and remain hidden. In the short term, my anonymity and status as dead would serve me well, at least until I regained my bearings and came up with a decent plan of action.
Standing up and crawling out of the hole, something I struggled with due to changes in my body that he had just noticed, I was indeed alone in a clear area with the exception of two people in the distance, throwing bodies into another hole. Some other pits were already alight with flames, indicating that they were in the process of destroying the bodies. Two armoured men were at work, throwing bodies with what I recognised as both a sword of some kind and the distinctive arakh tied to their belt. 'I guess even savage folk have an understanding of germ theory' I thought fleetingly before doing a double take at my own words. 'I suppose it will take some time to adjust to my old knowledge'.
Deciding to focus on making an escape plan, the sight of various horse drawn carts and some untethered horses gives me a fairly simple idea. 'If I manage to simply sneak as close as possible from the two men disposing of the bodies and take the farthest horse, I can escape before they mount due to their heavy armour.'. Finding the farthest horse which was free of any obstruction, I took a moment to gather himself, with extra care to be cognisant of my physical changes to ensure I didn't trip and doom myself so soon after escaping death.
'Now!' After counting down, I began to sprint from a hunched stance, in the same manner an athlete would and was surprised at the speed I achieved before hearing the shouts of the alarmed guards "Oi! Stop him!"
Despite sounding distinctly like the Dothraki tongue I recalled as Viserys, I understood it clearly but didn't ponder too long on it, focusing on reaching the horse he had decided on. Upon reaching the black short-hair stallion, I vaulted on his back quickly and with a tight pull on the reigns, the horse sprang into action. As a tonne of lean muscle belted across the clear plains, leaving the unprepared Dothraki in a lurch, I sighed in relief. With the sunset in front of me shining on the vast grasslands and the wind sweeping my loose hair, I allowed myself to simply enjoy the moment. I rode like that for some time, with a smile clearly visible even as the thin saddle chafed my tender undercarriage and the wind-shear cooled my extremities dangerously.
Before the crescent moon could reach its highest point in the sky, I reached the foot of some mountains with especially rough terrain. Disembarking from the exceptionally well behaved steed, I proceeded to tie it to a tree and went to remove some long grass to place before it. 'Wouldn't want you to starve now would we?' I thought towards my new companion. An efficient beast of burden should be appreciated, after all.
After doing so and conducting some light exploration of the surrounding area, I discovered a cave that was reasonably shallow and protected from the elements for the most part. Venturing inside, I collapsed into the ground, shivering as the adrenaline rush ended, leaving my body battered and exhausted.
Deciding to mentally open the can of worms that was my resurrection, I moved to contemplate my new circumstances. After imbibing my previous soul, I had gained some memories of a past life as a businessman in a hot, dry land, with a culture not unlike Dorne. It was clear my origin was technologically superior, recalling the many advanced creations of my world such as the horseless carriages and flying machines in sizes to rival any dragon. I also recalled their personal weapons, the small projectile shooters known as guns. 'It's probably better that such technology isn't available here' I internally mused. It would really mess up the 'feel' of a fantasy world if they had such capable weapons. Even their general advancements in medicines and technology was with me, though much of it was fragmented, as if recalling a faint dream. 'I'll have to remember to take down some notes'. What was more worrying was the unusual phrases and terminology I would sometimes use. It would be unfortunate if anyone heard me spout such things in the current setting. 'Something to look out for in the future.'
Beyond that, it was his past self, Amir's knowledge in fiction and stories that shook him the most. It was both a great gift and curse. The fact of the matter was that Viserys did not exist, not truly. All that makes him Viserys, from the petty cruelty to the foolishness was written into him by a grand creator, using him as a tool to further his narrative, the story of Daenerys and her dragons. I wasn't bitter about this revelation though as one might expect. Whatever script was previously in place was now well and truly shredded. As an agent of my own, a wildcard in the story, I was free to do as I wish. It filled me with the resolve to follow through with my final promise, made to the Gamer that fulfilled my wish.
Casting my eyes downwards towards my naked body, I examined my body in more detail now that I was free of immediate danger. My entire frame was much bigger and wider, as if I was a height now closer to seven foot. It was a sure thing that I would dwarf most if not all other men. It certainly wasn't conducive to stealth though it worked to differentiate me from the dead Viserys. After all, the recently deceased don't tend to grow in height. 'Maybe I would give the Mountain a run for his money once I fill out properly', I japed at the observation. Beyond the differences in stature, my body became even more gaunt than before, with ribs visible and muscle mass diminished as it now had to cover a larger surface area. That was a priority to fix. Just recently as Viserys, I had learned the lesson of improving one's personal strength first before all else.
Beyond my physical state, I could feel something distinctly different emerging from my spiritual centre, something abstract beyond the old memories and experiences granted as a result of the shard. Having an inkling on what it might be, I uttered the phrase that would change my life and start me on the road to apotheosis.
'Status'
With no audible feedback of any kind, a transparent screen appears in front of my face, not illuminating the surroundings but clearly glowing a brilliant blue.
Due to a special action, you have unlocked {Gamer System v. 0.021a}
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Welcome to the {Gamer System}, say or think the word "Help" for a list of commands.
Commands;
'Status'
'Traits'
'Skills'
'Inventory'
'Relationships'
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Name: Viserys III Targaryen (Amir Ilia)
Title: The Beggar king, The Gamer
Level: 1
Class: Dragonlord(locked)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Current World: ASOAIF Custom
HP: 108 (5 per minute)
MP: 101 (2.5 per minute)
STR: 8
DEX: 8
CON: 8
INT: 1
WIS: 2
CHA: 2
Buff: None
Debuff: {Emaciated}
Description: Viserys, after his death, was resurrected through the power of the original gamer, Shiro, with the soul and memories of a human from the original omniverse. He now holds a gamer system of his own and seeks to claim what was rightfully his and more through any means.
To say that I was positively enthused by the level of detail provided by the system would be an understatement. With an understanding of what the precise aspects of my character are and how they effect survival, I would be able to grow stronger faster than any other person without a system. Already being aware that my physical state was poor, I wasn't really surprised to find my state represented as a debuff though it did create a sense of urgency within me to resolve it. I shudder as memories of Blighttown resurface. Suppressing them for the time being, I shift my focus to the custom tag on the world descriptor, wondering if it meant that I inhabited a crossover, though it was unlikely since I couldn't remember any significant changes or deviations from the main story. The locked class also peaked his interest. Mentally deciding to further explore the system, I moves to check the other parts of the system, rather than lamenting on my low intellect, if only to save the part of me that is Viserys some face.
'traits'
{Targaryen Madness}
"Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land."
As a result of habitual incest over a long period of time, all those born of this bloodline have an increased chance of being locked in the 'Chaotic Evil' Alignment. Reputation and Affection gains will be 80% more difficult to achieve. Obedience gains up to 10 will be easier to achieve.
{Feeble Constitution}
"The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever"
As a result of poor breeding, all those with this trait will take a negative 70% to all STR, DEX and CON gains.
{Blood of Old Valyria}
"At its apex Valyria was the greatest city in the known world, the center of civilization. Within its shining walls, twoscore rival houses vied for power and glory in court and council, rising and falling in an endless, subtle, oft savage struggle for dominance."
As a result of the strong blood of a Valyrian archon of the past, all those with this trait are physically superior than their contemporaries, relative to the power level in Planetos. All those with this trait gain bonus experience of 15% for all activities. Fire and flame magic is 20% more effective. Gains the skill (Dragon Tamer). Gains the skill (Spellsword). Class is locked as 'Dragonlord'. Reputation and affection gains are easier to achieve.
{Reincarnate}
"People always told me that there would be a bright flash of light to go towards, or that my life would flash before my eyes, turns out that people are full of shit."
As a result of an unlocked path, all those with this trait retain the memories and experiences from their past lives.
{Eyes of Reincarnation}
"It is said that in times of disorder, one who wields the Rinnegan is sent down from the heavens to become either a "God of Creation" who will calm the world or a "God of Destruction" who will reduce everything to nothingness."
All those with this trait have a body that is naturally disposed to and will possess two fully functional Rinnegan and all abilities derived from it, accessible at the cost of a large amount of MP.
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Due to a special action, the trait {Targaryen Madness} has been removed by (Gamer's Mind)
Due to a special action, the trait {Feeble Constitution} has been removed by {Blood of Old Valyria}
Silence overtook the cave as I sat motionless, taking in the long list of traits, categorically named out and listed. My pride climbed at the mention of my strong ancestry and there was a small frown at the reference to my madness, not that I could deny it now with control of my faculties. Only when I reached the end of the list did a sound escape me, a great booming laugh that reverberated throughout the cave.
"HAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA!" So that's what the guy meant by a boon! "I'm going to be so fucking overpowered for this medieval setting that it's not even funny" I exclaimed in-between bouts of giggles. As my breath slowed, I reminded myself that survival came first before I could make use of my new powers. Just like that, most of the humour vanished from me.
Trying 'Skills', I was surprised again by the sheer utility and benefit they provided. When I reached the top, I would be unkillable.
(Gamer's Mind) (Passive) LVL MAX
"It's only a game, why you heff to be mad?"
Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows for a peaceful state of mind and immunity from outside influence. Does not effect will.
(Dragon Tamer) (Passive) LVL 1
"We shall not pretend to have any understanding of the bond between dragon and dragonrider; wiser heads have pondered that mystery for centuries. We do know however, that dragons are not horses, to be ridden by any man who throws a saddle on their back."
Allows for the taming and training of dragons and draconic beasts. The higher the level, the faster and more intricately a dragon can be tamed and trained. Can evolve into empathic powers at higher levels.
(Observe) (Active) LVL 1
"I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers."
A skill to find the target's information. Observe skill can be upgraded through continuous observation. At higher levels, shows additional information like attributes, status, background and current emotions.
(One-Handed) (Passive) LVL 4
"Aye, now that there's a beautiful sword. Like a sliver of midnight."
This skill determines how good the user is at the use of all one handed weapons, from arming swords and daggers to blunt weapons like maces. Gain a % increase in damage equal to the level of the skill.
(Two-handed) (Passive) LVL 2
"The gods gave you two hands, and you use them both for your weapon. I can respect that."
This skill determines how good the user is at the use of all two handed weapons, from axes and greatswords to blunt weapons like staves and warhammers. Gain a % increase in damage equal to the level of the skill.
(Projectile Weapons) (Passive) LVL 13
"We were throwing things as weapons since before we descended the treetops, throwing shit from branches as monkeys"
This skill determines how good the user is at the use of all projectile weapons, from rocks, javelins to bows and firearms. Gain a % increase in damage equal to the level of the skill.
(Universal Translate) (Passive/Active) LVL MAX
"If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart."
This skill allows the user to hear and understand all languages whilst also knowing what language is being spoken to him passively. When activated, the user can choose to speak in any language he wishes.
(Horse-Riding) (Passive) LVL 2
"To ride a horse is to ride the sky"
This skill determines how good the user is at riding horses in all environments from battle to a casual ride. Gains a % increase in speed equal to the level of the skill
(Spellsword) (Passive) LVL 1
"Spellswords are great students of combat and magic. Serving as warrior – mages, they dedicate their lives to learning both the art of war and the ethereal ways of power. Spellswords are adept at all types of weapons and armour utilisation, and are extremely versatile in combat situations."
This skill determines the users proficiency in simultaneous use of both weapons and magic in combat. When the user fights with both a one-handed weapon and magic in the off hand, gains a % increase in damage equal to the level of the skill. Applies to both physical and magical damage dealt.
Immediately I figured an opportunity to stack both the passive skills of (Spellsword) and (One-handed) to deal at maximum 200% physical damage, which in conjunction with the versatile nature of magic allows for devastating damage at close range and useful support abilities at longer ranges. Combining that with Valyrian steel, my power would be immense.
(Gamer's mind) was to him the most useful and applicable skill, helpful for any situation from meetings and intrigue to combat and life and death, split second situations.
Where magic was concerned, I had a feeling that chakra whenever it unlocked would be preferred more than the in-universe magic system which was one reliant on sacrifice to a greater being. I'm not especially eager to test the upper limits of my (Gamer's Mind).
(Observe) was an incredibly useful and necessary skill to max out immediately as it would, in conjunction with meta knowledge make me basically impossible to trick. At the pinnacle, I theorized it would act like Jedi mind tricks, being useful for finding the darkest secrets and innermost thoughts. The ease in which manipulation could be carried out almost made me salivate. 'I could with certainty charm any girl with that' I smiled an ugly smile at that thought.
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Due to a special action, a quest has been generated!
[Harem King of Westeros]
"You're a handsome young king in a world full of tig ol' bitties and mommy milkers. Go get some!"
There are many opportunities for the more passionate pursuits during your time on Planetos, from the highest of nobles to the lowest of smallfolk. Seek out the many beauties of the realm and woo them to your bed!
Goal: Induct 3 girls into your harem
Reward: The trait {Harem King}
Smirking, I spoke to the system in amusement "Well, wouldn't that be interesting?"
'Inventory'
The inventory was standard fare for such a system. With an interface of 9×9 tiles and a page selector on the bottom, I looked forward to finding out if some of the cheaper stratagems of mass collecting stone, dirt or water and using the force of it to kill for early levels would be viable. The only real issue would be breaking my habit of hoarding or at least organising his inventory better than in some of the games I have experience playing. The affection, reputation and obedience system would however have much better uses.
{Relationships}
"We human beings are social beings. We come into the world as the result of others' actions. We survive here in dependence on others. Whether we like it or not, there is hardly a moment of our lives when we do not benefit from others' activities. For this reason, it is hardly surprising that most of our happiness arises in the context of our relationships with others."
This function of the system deals with the interpersonal relationships between the user and others of note in the world they inhabit. Reputation deals with non romantic relationships, affection deals with romantic relationships and obedience applies to the willingness that others will act on your orders. This system only follows those still living in the world who the player has met in person. Remember to check up on this section regularly for updates. The categories include the following...
Exalted
Loved
Admired
Liked
Crush
Neutral
Aversion
Disliked
Hated
Mortal Enemy
Daenerys 'Stormborn' Targaryen
Affection: -88 (Hatred)
Khal Drogo
Reputation: -40 (Disliked)
Illyrio Mopatis
Reputation: 0 (Neutral)
Varys 'The Spider'
Reputation: 0 (Neutral)
Barristan 'The Bold' Selmy
Reputation: 18 (Liked)
Even if it was light in detail, which was probably available with use of the (Observe) skill, It could be used to track the status of a person's health if they remain alive even from great distances. 'I supposed that having the up to date thoughts of people regardless of distance was hardly balanced.'
After exploring all the system had to offer, my mind wandered and I considered if the sequence of events that started out the return of the magic and in turn, the White Walkers could be subverted. If the hatching of Dany's dragons could be stopped, I'd no longer be operating under a strict time limit and would have pre-emptively removed what would be my strongest opponent, one who would be both uncompromising and in a prime position to damage my standing amongst the public.
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3 WIS for extrapolating events correctly
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Due to a special action, a quest has been generated!
[Over before it began…]
"What do you mean you're not going to Bleak Falls Barrow?"
Knowing the sequence of events, you seek to end the problem before it begins! Will it even work?
Goal: Stop Daenerys 'Stormborn' Targaryen from hatching her eggs.
Reward: Break the story continuity
The story event [The Long Night] will not occur.
Proud of myself for that and mollified that the INT stat didn't affect my reasoning skills, I mentally urged the interface to disappear. Standing up to stretch after all the excitement, I emerged from the cave, intent on enjoying a quick stroll around the perimeter of the small clearing. Halfway through, I decided to pay my new companion a visit. 'I really need to think up a name for this guy' I intoned as I made my way to him. Upon finding him there, sleeping peacefully, I lay down to his side, enjoying some outside air as well. As I spotted the moon, the same peaceful orb that shone at me in both lifetimes, my whole body began shaking. I noticed a burning and itching from behind the eyes as the tone of the world around me shifted red. Trying to stand up, my limbs fail me and as I feel the energy quickly being sapped from my body, I read the window before my eyes.
Processing…
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Due to a special action, you have unlocked '9' skills relating to the trait {Eyes of Reincarnation}
Due to a special action, you have unlocked the trait {Eyes of the Precursor}
Due to a special action, you have unlocked the skill (Chakra Manipulation)
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Warning! Collapse from MP exhaustion is imminent
'wait, the Rinnegan was active the whole time?' were my last thoughts before my mind was overcome by darkness.
AN: Aaaaand scene! I didn't bother with any intensive stats or skills and opted to keep it simple under the guise of an alpha system. I don't think anyone reads these stories for the calculation and not the escapism.
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