the three dragon

anonymous asked:

Iam not Dany stan just someone who uses common sense. What is more relevant as lightbringer one sword or three dragons? Show did not said Jon is Azor Ahai Reborn, this is your impression but what show did is that both Jon and Dany were shown to be ptwp by Mel and Kinvara. Azor Ahai Reborn in books is champion of Light, Fire who is the character most associated with Fire? Dany, Who has most hints towards the prophecy? Dany. AAR=ptwp show me where George said it.

“Show did not said Jon is Azor Ahai Reborn“

So, to you, the sword is way too literal, but waking the dragons from stone and killing his nissa nissa (drogo) it’s not?. I have to remind you, that no one not books or tvshow knows about Jon being a Targaryen. Daenerys is the only Targaryen alive known. That’s why everyone consider and afirm she is. Like Maester Aemon in books, and Kinvara in the show.

Melisandre  pray for a glimpse of Azor Ahai, and R'hllor only shows her “Snow”  

If Daenerys is indeed tptwp/azor ahai, then, why she didn’t see anything about it in the house of the undying? Pretty much everything she saw, was about Jon. Rhaegar dying mention Lyanna. Rhaegar talking about the need of having one more son, the prince that was promised, and the song of ice and fire.

She only dreamt herself as rhaegar on top of drogon. Different case of Jon, that he dreamt himself with a burning sword. This doesn’t mean lightbringer could be literal a sword, but that azor ahai is indeed in him. 

Daenerys is called “daughter of death, slayer of lies, bride of fire

Very important to note, that the last mention of that sequence of visions, was this one “A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness…

Before Rhaegar even met Lyanna, he talked about the prince that was promised, and the song of ice and fire. 

Jon is both, ice and fire. He will bond with Rhaegal and ride him, having a drogon by his own. And he also has a direwolf, that he can warg. So he has the power of fire and ice. 

The prince that was promised is azor ahai reborn. Just calling with different names. Like azor ahai, the past, the older hero, and the prince that was promised, the present, the new hero.

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YOU REVIVE THE WHAT?

CONTEXT

i was playing a cleric at this time and we were fighting a dragon that had been beating us pretty badly and had already killed two of our players and i had the resurrection spell going while our other three players ( a dragon born fighter, an elf ranger, and a drow witch *the DM let him use a homebrew*) the fight had been long and hard but they managed to defeat the dragon before i had resurrect completed. 

elf ranger- whew now that thats over go ahead (cleric) and resurrect our friends

me- i cast resurrect on the dragon

at this point everyone but the DM goes nuts because i have been working on this in secret with my DM for awhile that my cleric was actually lying about their alignment and god and was waiting for the right moment to betray the party and it would go into a long quest to destroy me for revenge. 

DM- the dragon is revived

i let out an evil chuckle as i strut out of the dragon’s castle. “may the god’s give their blessings unto you” i say as the dragon attacks the party.

the dragon kills the entire party and then the DM brings in an npc to save them and revive them and initiates the revenge quest. but that is a story for another day. 

Some doodles I did yesterday of my Surana, Hawke and Lavellan with their LIs.

… I live for Inquisitors discovering new things. … and mage Wardens getting to enjoy the little things in life.

stephen king quotes for the signs:

aries: “control the things you can control. let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing. - the drawing of the three

taurus: “we never cease wanting what we want, whether it’s good for us or not. -  full dark, no stars

gemini: “no one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. no one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. there are no maps of the change. you just come out the other side. - the stand

cancer: “the mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows. - cell

leo: “go toward all the life there is with all the courage you can find and all the belief you can muster. be true, be brave, stand. - IT

virgo: “sometimes the embers are better than the campfire. -  the green mile

libra: “i think that real friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds. - the eyes of the dragon

scorpio: “it’s a dance. and sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. but we’ll dance anyway, you and i. even in the dark. especially in the dark.-danse macabre

sagittarius: “what comes in when daylight leaves is a kind of certainty: that beneath the skin there is a secret, some mystery both black and bright. you feel this mystery in every breath, you see it in every shadow, you expect to plunge into it at every turn of a step. - bag of bones

capricorn: “but see that you get on. that’s your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. pull your act together and just go on. - the shining

aquarius: some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.- shawshank redemption (different seasons)

pisces: the concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep. - rose madder

This one came in as a proper ask before Jas and I closed the ask box, but when I started to work on it, I accidentally clicked “respond privately” instead of “save to drafts” because I derped. So I told @dalishelves to go ahead and send it as a fanmail so I could finish it. This is probably the only incident where we will accept a fanmail request, due to the circumstances. With no further ado…

Cassandra: She pauses, wipes off the snow, and smiles at them as she tosses a snowball back at them. They’re a bit surprised that Cassandra is game, but they giggle and reach for another ball, and a fight ensues. Cassandra laughs as they do, and fights surprisingly hard and well with snowballs. When it’s done, both are covered in snow, and she’s smiling brightly.

Blackwall: The snow sticks in his beard, and he grins. “If that’s how you want to do this, so be it.” He says before engaging in a drawn-out snowball fight. Several of the others join them, and Blackwall is, for once, laughing and grinning, even as he takes a snowball to the face.

Iron Bull: The Inquisitor knows better than to go after the Ben-Hassrath with a mercenary group alone. So they gather the other companions who will fight with them– Cassandra, Blackwall, Sera, Cole, Harding, and after a bit of persuasion, Dorian– and they throw the first shot. As expected, the man grins and wipes off the snow, enthused. “If you want to play like that, Boss– game on. Chargers, assemble!” With that, a large snowball fight ensues, as both sides vie for victory. Bull has the time of his life.

Varric: He groans and grumbles as he brushes the snow off. He hates snow. It never snowed in Kirkwall. “What is this white bullshit falling from the sky?” he had grumbled just before he got pelted by a snowball. He picks up a snowball and throws it back at the Herald before retreating back inside to a fireplace.

Sera: She smirks and cackles. “Oh, it’s on now, Herald!” She grabs her own and throws it at the Herald, and a long snowball fight ensues. Both laugh and laugh the whole time, and soon more people join into the fight, no one on anyone’s team but their own. They settle later in the tavern with a cup of something hot and giggle. “That was good. You’re not so bad at snowball fights.” Sera compliments. “Next time, let’s aim at some noble nobs. Or Cullen. Or both.”

Cole:Cold, icy, but no malice. Fingers prickling from the cold, but not minding. A war with no death or anger or hurt. Okay!” He throws a little snowball back at them, because they want to play, and as they laugh, he feels happy because they’re happy.

Solas: When the snowball hits him on the back, he stops short for a moment as the Herald laughs. He slowly turns to stare at them, and then a smirk graces his face. Magical snowballs pull up from the ground around him into perfect balls, and that is the point the Inquisitor realizes they fucked up. They laugh and scream as they are pelted with the snowballs, and they try to fight back in one of two manners: if a mage, they summon their own snowballs, since Solas changed the rules, and fight back. If not a mage, they duck for cover and scramble to make their own snowballs to throw back at him.

Dorian: He sputters in surprise at the Herald, as in disbelief that they actually did what they did. There is a moment’s pause, and then it happens. “As you wish.” Like Solas, he summons several snowballs from the ground and fires back, resulting in a miniature snow war. He regrets it later as he shivers inside the library.

Vivienne: Her magic stops the snowball in its place. It floats for a split second in the air before being hurled back at the Herald, and it hits them square in the face. Vivienne gives a tsk, a smirk, and shakes her head at them. “Darling, you thought I wasn’t prepared for that? Bastien would try to do that to me every time I was home and it was snowing.”

Leliana: She stares at them for a moment, and after a moment in which they realized they fucked up, they flee before they see the spymaster smirk. For the rest of the day, snowballs hit them at random from various locations, but they can never find the perpetrator. In the war room later, Leliana is trying not to laugh as they walk in covered in snow. “That was fighting dirty.” they scold, and she just snickers and tells them they need more practice before they come after her.

Cullen: He groans as the snow gets caught between the feathers on his coat, and wryly shakes his head at the Herald. He’s too busy to fight back proper, but he does return the strike with a snowball. “We’ll have a proper fight another time, perhaps.” he says.

Josephine: The Herald does not hit her with a snowball while she’s working. They know she probably wouldn’t care much for it in her current outfit, but if ever an appropriate opportunity arises, Josephine is surprisingly good at dishing out snowballs, with remarkable aim.

A bit of context: it’s the very beginning of our campaign (it’s not d&d exactly, but it’s extremely similar), so all of our characters just met for the first time at this festival in the town one of our characters is from to celebrate three years since a dragon was killed to protect the town. Our warden is a storyteller who was blinded by ash and smoke in that battle, who was supposed to (by initial design) be like a respected veteran kind of character (she has massive bonuses to persuasion and awe and stuff like that as a result) who spreads her story now. Well…

GM (to our ranger): you find Len (the warden) sitting, talking about the battle, with about thirty children sitting around her, listening in awe.

Warden (ooc): I want to sing the song about the battle to enhance my story

GM: ok, roll for song

Warden (ooc): you’re making me roll for singing

GM: just make your roll

Warden: *rolls a 4*

GM: Len opens her mouth and begins to sing, sending all the children running, covering their ears

A little while later…
(We’ve held off a group of goblins trying to sneak into the festival, but one of them screamed really loud and alerted the guards)

Guard: can someone explain what’s going on here?

Warden (ooc): let me do it I’ve got persuasion bonuses

Warden: *rolls a 1, and a 1 on every subsequent bonus roll*

Guard: *interrupts explanation* wait aren’t you that crazy blind lady who scared all of the kids in their classes with your stories and sent them running with your singing a few weeks ago?

Warden: yknow I helped kill that dragon too…