Winter has arrived (Interactive fanfiction)
The night that never ends
In 305, the threat of the White Walkers was destroyed, when Daenerys' dragons flamed them all, but killing her and the three dragons in process. Queen Cersei "The Mad" had exploded King's Landing with the Wildfire, killing almost half a million. In frustration, the Kingslayer choke her to death, with only one hand. The realms were scattered, the Stormlands ruled by a Baratheon, son of Stannis, the reach ruled by a Tyrell, the Dornish ruled by a Martell, and the Westerlands ruled by Tyrion Lannister, who is almost 73 years old. The Vale is now ruled by Mountain Clansmen during the Wars of Eyrie, which destroyed House Arryn, and created small houses all around, ruling the Vale. The North is ruled by Queen Sansa Stark, but with no heir, which means one of her nephews will rule, as Rickon died. The Wall is gone, which has made the wildlings go to the south, were the northmen are facing problems.
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A small explanation of this new Interactive Fanfiction. I want you guys to decide everyone, from the rulers to their siblings. You can enter as many characters as you will. It takes place in 335, and there is no main characters, so you must create one.
Anyone can be created; a lost Targaryen or a Farmer from the north. The rulers of the 7 kingdoms, and much more. All Lore will come during the stories, so I will not spoil much here.
Create your character:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1ohY0rRjkI0Iv6s97S9sjIM0hGbz-4lXkwNGMA2DuSW4/viewform
Characters:
House Stark: Queen Sansa Stark, Elyn Snow, "Little" Ned Stark, Lady Arya Stark, Jake Stark.
House Martell:
House Lannister: Edwyn Lannister,
House Tully:
Burned Men(leaders of the Mountains): King Thor 'the butcher', Lana Crowwind
House Tyrell:
House Targaryen:
Beyond the "Wall": Kaon Longwood
House Drumm of the Iron Isles: Hjalmar Drumm
House Karstark: Taegen Karstark
House Forrester: Gregor Forrester
House Greyjoy: Gendrion Greyjoy
Deceased: Thor 'the butcher'.
Chapters
Prologue: Winter is Coming (Not finished)
Comments
Winter Is Coming: Part 1
The North I
43 she is. Her red hair had been degrading, and gotten more black. She wasn't easy manipulative, neither untrusting.
''Your grace, it seems like another thousand of wildings has crossed the gift.'' Maester Dawin pointed out, but saw her ignoring him.
‘’A hundred guards, spread them out. Make sure they don’t cross without permission from Last Heart.’’
‘’The Umbers have no loyalty, your grace.’’,
‘’They will.’’ She whispered, with a sense of fury in her voice. She walked away from the keep, and to her bedchambers. She was never bedded, and neither will she said. Her nephews will take over, the sons of Rickon Stark. Yet Brandon, was no where to be seen, and she never gave up.
*
Lord Umber,
Your levies must be raised to defend the gift. As a reward, I will grant you anything from my power. I hope your loyalty is still going, just like your ancestor, the Greatjon himself.
Queen Sansa Stark.*
She was complete silent in her writings; she never made anyone else read them. She was reminded everyday of the horrors she was going through, her brothers dead, her mother slaughtered, and the Frey’s still breathing air at the Twins. She wanted to conqueror it, and kill the remaining Freys, but she told herself not everyone were at fault; even Lady Frey wasn’t a part of it, but the great great grandaughter of Walder “The Late Lord” Frey.
..
‘’Stop doing that.’’ she hissed at little Ned Stark, the youngest of Lady Arya’s children.
She had black hair, green eyes, and a long face and a leaned muscular body. She had scars in her right face, which made the 8-year old Ned ask many questions, still being irritating, like her mother was to the queen.
The forrest was a great place to hunt, filled with wild animals, marching from the north. It was new to call it “North” instead of “Beyond the Wall”, still it had its consequences. She saw a deer, and took her weirwood bow, and easily shot it. It wasn’t aware, but humans were barely the problems. Direwolves arrived at the north, thousands of them. They were friendly to humans, but much cruel to animals. She wished to have one.
Winterfell was a large castle, filled with stinking animals, but also filled with loyalty. The northerners had been loyal for many years, though much of their loyalty is uncertain. She walked inside, with her bow on her hands. Such looks there was on her, a bow was a dishonorable weapon. No one used it; only soldiers, but the northerners only used axes and swords.
‘’I’ve been more places than you.’’ she told a man once, as he almost shat on everything she stood for.
She had been at Skagos, preferably the worst place in the world. They were wilding like, with weird animals, and horses with horns. They talked a different language, and was brutal in many ways. They had no laws, and did not anticipate in any of the wars, and no one seemed to care. It’s like they wanted to Skagos to not anticipate in anything. Everyone from the north was a part of the council; but Skagos that choose to not send a representative, that would seem suspicious in many cases, but they did not care that Skagos had no representative, yet here she stood, all proud.
‘’The Stark’s are worse than they used to be’’ she overheard a man say,
‘’No they aren’t!’’ she almost took it as a personal insult, which surprised many, but she just told them that she was a Stark Loyalist. A group much extinct.
Being alone in the forests, and walking in Inns, made her very much a prey for many men, but she used to run away and hide, but she learned to fight.
…
The Queen sat down irritated, with a letter on her hands. From Lord Umber himself.
*Your Grace,
I will not defend Brandon’s Gift as it is not mine. Send your own men.*
He wrote, which would have been a good response if it wasn’t for the obvious insult.
‘’They are almost declaring a war.’’
‘’How is that?’’
‘’A vassal must oblige. We must threaten them. They cannot piss on Winterfell and expect us to do nothing.’’
(Threaten the Umbers) (Do no action)
"You had my interest, but now you have my attention"
Idea of placing story in future of books and tv series is something new and looks very promising, I'm impressed by that conception. I will for sure send you some characters, maybe more people will get into it.
For this choice: (Do no action) - vassals must oblige, but ally is still an ally. By threatening Umbers we can not only lose an ally, we can get an enemy, and it's not what House Stark need right now.
(Do no action)
(Do no action)
Winter is Coming: Part II
Iron Isles
''Wisa m'lord!'' he shouted with a sense of fury. Yet did Pyke never obey for anyone.
‘’Pyke was a shithole. I mean anyone that went over there, must have gotten the bloody fux, and choked on a few cocks.’’ the king sneered as he drank from his cup.
Yet Old Wyk wasn’t prettier. It was a holy place, and first one colonized by the first men. Yet the castle’s stone was close to be destroyed, and no one from Old Wyk had been a king. Anyone but King Hjalmar “The Sea Boar” Drumm.
He had long hair, and a long beard. He was big, and 37, and was respected by the Iron Islanders. Balon “the Bridgefaller” Greyjoy, they called him, and he almost destroyed the Iron Isles by declaring a stupid war for the north.
His brother, Euron “One-Eyed Cunt” Greyjoy. He was usually known as the Crow’s Eye, a cruel man. He promised though way to much, and lost the war against the Reach. He was later executed, and took the whole Iron Isles with him.
Many years later, the young Hjalmar went to war, declaring his independence. With him, the Iron Isles, and the Reach had nothing on them. Their armies were destroyed, during the destruction of King’s Landing. They knelt, just not before they took their salt wives. The young Freya.
Though she was a salt wife, they grow in to an understanding. She was pretty, but also very strong, from Oldtown. She was a Hightower, though denied by her father and herself. She has not delivered him a child, yet Hjalmar has his imbecile nephew and his cousin.
‘’There has been no war at the Isles for almost 10 years. They are beginning to revolt.’’ Maester Brend said, an older man from the Citadel. Loyal, but from the Reach, which isn’t a good thing. The Feud between House Drumm and Tyrell is huge.
‘’Who?’’
‘’Everyone, your grace. They don’t believe the Iron Price has been repaid.’’
‘’Oh, Maester, it will.’’ he smiled.
The Iron Isles was filled with Greyjoys that wanted the throne for themselves. Though, the Kingsmoot votes for the new leader, everyone voted for Hjalmar, but a few men that did not.
‘’The Iron Price shall be paid to the Reach.’’ he smiled,
‘’Your grace!’’ Brend jumped from his chair, ‘’They have half-a hundred thousand people. We have barely 20.’’
‘’Then what do you suggest, Maester?’’
‘’The north. They have barely 20, but they are already at war with the wildings. We can conquer them.’’
‘’I don’t know. Two places, I wanna take. Both with great women and both with good land.’’, ‘’Yet I can only pick one.’’
(Attack the Reach) (Attack the North)
I'm sorry for this very short chapter, I just wanted to introduce the Iron Isles, and I wanted you guys to make the very important decision.
Which next chapter should I make?
Attack the Reach
(Attack the Reach)
(Attack the Reach)
Sorry for a long wait. I've been travelling, and I did not have time. So here is a Reach chapter.
Winter is coming
The Reach
‘’It’s interesting how you sit on the council with no power, whatsoever.’’ Andros mocked him with a smile. Braz is short, and has a strapping build. He is quite attractive for his age.
‘’I do have power, old man. I might be the Spymaster, but there is nothing to spy on than power. The Iron Throne should be for our house.’’
‘’Iron Throne?!’’
‘’Yes. The Iron Throne. It’s actually claimable. If we declare a war against Rosby, we might take it.’’
‘’I thought King’s Landing was burned to the ground?’’, ‘’Does the Iron Throne still exist?’’
‘’I does not. But the Iron Throne is just a saying of getting the Seven Kingdoms together. Remove the Burned cunts from the Vale, the cunts from the Isles, and the cunts up North.’’
‘’You use the word cunt so many times, I wonder if you ever get it.’’ they both laughed.
Highgarden is a beautiful place with prosper and many flowers. The summer made everything better, but now Winter is Coming once again. Even though Mace Tyrell, Loras Tyrell and Marg all died during the explosion of King’s Landing, Willas Tyrell took over, and his son is now ruling the Reach. Braz is acting for a good uncle, yet he has no power. Braz loved his family, everything that had to do with it, and would go far for vengeance. Peace had arrived, but the Reach has been raided by the Iron Isles, so much, that the war destroying them was the greatest thing that ever happened.
Braz loved his drinking, whoring, and everything lusty. Yet family was important, and whenever someone was in trouble, he was the first one to get it. He is third in line, but has no ambition to the Tyrell throne. Ruled by a king, they had been the best recovering of all the kingdoms. The Lannisters was still in turnoil, as the dwarf cannot hold a kingdom with much hatred for him, and Dorne with still thoughts of a final vengeance, even though they poisoned Tywin Lannister.
Braz was the commander of the Household Guard. Many important knights was protecting the king, and he was commanding them. He had no wife, no children, and went “celibate” for that cause. Obviously his celibacy was gone in the night.
‘’Fuck no!’’ the king screamed from the council, as Braz came running in. The council was all kinds of confused. A letter was on the table, as Braz picked it up.
Your grace.
I’m urgently asking for help, as ten thousand men has arrived here at the Shield Isles. They are wielding the Drumm banners. I am trying to defend my castle, but it will break within the forthnight. This is no raid, is a declare of war.
Lord of the Shield Isles.
‘’This is a clear declaration of war.’’ Braz said, ‘’Fucking cunts.’’
‘’Such dishonor.’’ the king sighed, ‘’I can’t believe they attacked without telling us first. It’s the least honorable thing they could’ve done.’’, ‘’I must sent my men.’’
‘’YOUR GRACE!’’ a man barged in, ‘’The villages are being attacked by thousands of Iron Islanders. The peasants are dying, and we need to help them!’’
‘’It’s either the shield isles or the peasants that must be saved. I cannot spare any men on any actions.’’ the king commented, as he almost cried.
[Help the peasents] [Help the lord of the Shield Isles]
Again guys, I'm sorry for a short chapter, but this is still the introduction part. There is much to focus on, and I do not have time to make them any longer, so I hope you still enjoy.
(Help the Lord of the Shield Isles)
(Help the Lord of the Shield Isles)
This is the first POV chapter. I haven't gone through the introduction part yet, so this is a "taste" of the next part: "A hope for Peace"
Winter is Coming: Part 4
Lana Crowwind
‘’Your money or your life.’’ Thor said quickly as he held his axe. The poor farmers had no chance against his might, the king of the burned men. They controlled bits of the Vale, not enough to be a king, but a ‘petty’ king of the Vale. The village was called Runeland, not far from Runestone and Gulltown. The Burned Men was after the rich and wealthy Gulltown, with a cadet branch of House Arryn. They were rich and that is something Thor could love.
‘’Just take it.’’ Lana hissed at Thor. Lana was 26, with one blue eye and the other green. She was a normal height, with a muscular body. She was dressed in animal skin, and she had a round face. Her hair was white with a scent of blondness.
‘’My lord.. Lord Royce is protecting us.’’ the villager stuttered, yet Thor did not take a vile threat easily. He held his axe, and shoved it in the villager’s head. Screams were heard, but laughter from the men.
‘’Thor!’’ Lana screamed, ‘’You cannot kill these people. They are feeding us and paying to us. The more the better.’’
‘’I do not like the language.’’ Thor began, ‘’And you need to address me differently. If you weren’t the niece of the fathead of your uncle, I would shove this axe up your cunt.’’
He always discriminates me like that. I’m a woman, I don’t have a cock, yet I get irritated. I must be proud, auntie said, but fuck her. Why should I be proud, to be a slave for men? And why is Thor our king, when we shouldn’t have a king? Lana thought, as the villagers came shaking with boxes of supplies and gold.
‘’How many men do we have?’’ a man asked, with a map on his hands. Gulltown was not far, and the Burned Men did not have more than 200.
‘’260. I kid you not.’’ Thor said proudly, ‘’The women are producing fast.’’
‘’The garrison in Gulltown have at-least 500 with a large wall. There is no way of us taking the castle.’’
‘’I am not thinking of taking the castle. There is many rich merchants waiting about, trying to enter the castle. And lord Arryn isn’t a fool, to send out his men. I am Thor son of Lordin, and I will take more gold than my ancestors.’’
The field of Gulltown was large and beautiful. It had mills, the mountain surrounding it made it much prettier. The Burned Men on the other hand, was savages with axes and bows. Lana’s parents is unknown. She has an uncle, who does not look like her, as she as white hair, and her uncle brown. She has different eye colors, which could be a sign of incest, or just bad genes. She has many scars from her battles, and she fights diry.
‘’There is a bear over there.’’ Thor held her shoulders, ‘’I think you might need a challenge. Shoot the bear.’’
‘’My bow is not strong enough,’’ Lana said,
‘’Oh, you do not have to worry about that. Just shoot the bear in his head, and it will fall down and you will have a kill. You might by then not any longer be a child producing woman like every woman should be, but a respected member of my wives.’’ he smiled, and Lana looked at him with frustration. No matter what she did, she was haunted by their king. A pathetic 45 year old king, with a lust for women and animals.
Many men looked at her. She wanted to impress them. She held the bow tightly, and the bear was sleeping. She went closer, out of the forest, and she hit the bear in the head. The bear went up, but it struggled, ultimately died. She looked back, and saw an impressed Thor.
Thor was called ‘the butcher’ for his way of killing people. He wasn’t the most skilled, or even close, but he knew how to be brutal in his ways of execution. Once, he cut of a mans head, to just feast on it later on. Once he cut a mans arm, legs and made him suffer his way to death.
As the Burned Men went closer to the villages around Gulltown, a white flag appeared from the castle. That couldn’t be right, why would they surrender? Lana noticed, that they weren’t surrendering to Thor, but to some ships that went closer. The banners had dragons on them. The ships landed, and suddenly men on horses came running in their direction. There weren’t 200. 300, but what seemed like thousand of men ran to them. Thor looked in shock, as he raised his sword. As he saw them come closer, he realized they came to attack.
‘’Shield yourselves!’’ Thor commanded, as everyone went closer with a shield on their hand. They created a wall, where shields defended against the flying arrows, when Lana saw men fall down and die. When she got up, she saw a man, with a dragon on his chest plate, shining armor, and what looks like valyrian steel sword, charged in on them with hundred of men behind them. Thor knew he was the leader, as he charged in on him.
As they circled each other, the man in the dragon armor, easily held him off. As Thor tried to strike him with his axe, the dragon knight cut off his head with the swing of his sword. Thor fell down, and suddenly everyone surrendered, but Lana that kept on fighting. Everyone ran away, but the cavalry ran after them and killed one by one.
‘’You wont take me!’’ Lana screamed hopelessly, as a few of his men knocked her down to her knee.
‘’Where is the others of this “burned men”’’ the dragon knight asked, as Lana looked mad. The dragon knight then laughed. ‘’Take her to custody. I need information out of this one.’’
‘’Who are you!?’’ Lana screamed after him.
‘’People call me Prince Targaryen.’’
Here is a competition of some art. I want "prince Targaryen" to be made in the character creations. The one with the most interesting idea gets picked. Thanks.