The once city made out of ice and whatever other magic used to bind the stones together was now rubble and water as flames covered the large city.
This was boring and soooo disappointing…
As I grabbed, I was allowed to be a humanoid figure wearing a frost crown on top of his head. I could only frown as I absorbed the avatar of the great other's power, the domain of conceptual death fusing with my current divine powers.
As I did so, I absorbed all the memories of this creature.
The Night's King, also known as King Brandon Nightsong, is the son of King Jon Stark, King of the Frozen Wall and formerly the 13th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and his corpse queen, Other, and the great-grandson of the builder.
I slowly absorbed his memories and experiences of this thing. Brandon had lived at the wall for the early years of his life with his family until King Brandon Stark the Breaker and brother to Jon and the king beyond the wall, Joramun, both kingdoms fighting against Jon Stark, who had betrayed mankind for becoming an ally to the Great Other and giving his seed to one of the Great Other's children.
King Jon was one of the most powerful sorcerers of his era, using his skin-changing abilities to enslave the majority of his former black brothers to join him in his kingdom, but despite that, the kingdom of the frozen wall didn't have enough manpower to counter both armies.
King has sent his best generals, all of them men who had joined him willingly and some even kin to the first Night's King.
Artos Woodfoot, Rodrik Norrey, Royce Bolton, Robar Flint, Gunthor Umber, and Harwyn Magnar all of their names forgotten in history, erased from all record were formal princes of several northern kingdoms who expected to obtain honor and glory, only to fight against their fellow northmen across the other side of the wall.
The war against the mad sorcerer lasted six cycles before the death of the one who would be known in the future as the Night's King in legends across the north.
Jon's other wife took their children and flooded across the north, returning back to her people's lands, the lands of always winter.
Eventually Brandon grew up and, like many others before him, swore revenge on humanity and on his traitors' kin. For the next thousand years Brandon had accumulated power and influence throughout the land of Always Winter, destroying smaller settlements and adding them to his future kingdom.
Brandon made himself the new king of the white and ice, the high king of all the winter whites, and the only king of the other by using the same powers his father had used but much more powerful than his father could ever use as the line of the builder and a magical entity.
Brandon Nightsong, now the Night's King, controlled every single other white using his skin-changing powers to influence their minds, and now I'm getting that ability as well as I absorb everything that made Brandon himself and take it for myself.
As his body disintegrates after taking all I could from him, I could feel a dark presence entering my mind, but like so many other times, I fought back viciously, pulling whatever entity was trying to manipulate me.
Then, for a second later, the sky cracked open opening to a dark portal on, what look like to be an abyss of darkness.
From this abyss came out a dark humanoid entity. The creature's body was completely made out of darkness it had no facial structure only with two glowing white eyes staring back at me.
Slowly, but surely, the figure started to mutate. Its body began to shift, its formless darkness twisting and reshaping itself. The smooth, featureless surface of its face began to ripple, and I watched as it sculpted itself into something recognizable as the great other turn himself into a humanoid form.
"A Son of the dawn has come to face me it seemed" the entity said its voice echoing as several voices repeated the exact words used by the dark entity.
I didn't say anything I just prepared myself once again to fight. If I managed to end the great other, they would be no other threats in the planet that would be able to go against me.
I charge both my blades in hand both elements of both blades coaching through the battlefield.
Out of my mouth, I blew my flames attacking the great other, but it simply dodge my attack the flames continuing to destroy the environment.
A wave of absolute cold erupted from the great other, freezing everything in a hundred-foot radius. I felt my armor groan under the strain, felt the cold bite through my magical protections. I was thrown backward, skidding across the ice, my swords leaving deep gouges in the frozen ground as I fought to stop my momentum.
I rose to my feet, breathing heavily. The Great Other watched me with those burning white eyes, its form flickering with amusement.
For a long time, the fight continue both of us using our powers to counter each other. I use my fire and electricity magic with the gate of babylon and my other abilities and the great other use the full manipulation of death and coldness to his advantage.
But the battle eventually reached the boiling point.
I had decided to finally end it with one ultimate attack that would completely destroy the great enemy
I raised Lightbringer high above my head. The blade blazed with divine fire white, gold, and crimson swirling together in a vortex of light that pushed back the darkness for miles in every direction. The Great Other's eyes widened, something like surprise flickering through its form.
Before the great other can do anything I move first my sword being put down as a giant vortex of flames falls upon the great other.
As I enjoy the screams coming from the great enemy, I could feel my power rising as the body of the great other was turned into purple dust and slowly entered me.
Now I could feel connection all through this continent as I could feel a connection to all the weirwood tree and so much more.
For every prayer for every sacrifice on now, the name of the old gods power will come to me I could feel it. It was a small amount, but I could feel for every single prayer. I gain a small tiny amount of power.
Was this what it meant to be a God?
Walking to one of the many destroyed leftovers of what used to be a civilization I sat down as I decide to look through the notifications.
[Divine Ascension Complete]
[Domain Acquired: Winter, Death, Forest, stone, Wind, Stream, Mud]
[Status: God (Ascending — New Pantheon)]
[The Old Gods — Integration Complete]
[Pantheon Status: The Last Son of Valyria has absorbed the collective worship of the Old Gods. All prayers to the weirwoods now flow to you. All sacrifices offered in the name of the old gods empower you. You have become the object of worship for an entire continent's ancient faith.]
Domain add
[Domain of Winter]
You have claimed dominion over the frozen wastes, the eternal chill, and the power of ice itself. This domain grants you absolute authority over cold, snow, frost, and the stillness of winter. You can summon blizzards that can bury cities, freeze oceans solid, and still the very breath of life in an instant.
[Domain of Death]
The conceptual essence of the Great Other now flows through your veins. You are no longer merely a necromancer who commands the dead you are death itself given form. You can unmake souls, sever the threads of life, and claim the dying for your own.
[Domain of Forest]
The ancient groves of the First Men are yours. Every weirwood, every tree, every root that stretches beneath the earth is now an extension of your awareness. You can see through the eyes of forest creatures, hear through the rustling of leaves, and feel the pulse of the earth itself.
[Domain of Stone]
The bones of the world answer to you now. Mountains, cliffs, tunnels, and the deep places beneath the earth are yours to command. Stone bends to your will, shaping itself into walls, weapons, or entire cities at your command.
[Domain of Wind]
The skies are yours. You command the wind, the storms, and the very breath of the world. You can fly without wings, strike with hurricane force, and travel as fast as the gale itself.
[Domain of Stream]
The waters of the world answer to you. Rivers, lakes, and streams are conduits of your will. You can control the flow of water, create floods or droughts, and sense everything touched by fresh water.
[Domain of Mud]
The earth and water combined are yours. You command the mud, the clay, the primordial slime from which all life emerged. You can trap enemies, reshape landscapes, and claim dominion over the fertile soil of the world.
[Quest Completed: Stop the Others]
[Objective: Defeat the "Others."]
[Reward: Multiversal Travel Unlocked]
[Multiversal Travel]
A new door has opened to you. You may now walk between worlds, travel the multiverse, explore realms beyond this one. The chains that bound you to this world are broken.
As I looked at my greatest achievement so far and getting myself even closer to ascending to a true God I fell slightly hollow.
This victory was too easy I am too powerful for this world there's no threats in this world that can go against me I am truly a one of a kind and all because of this system.
I always wondered about the origin of the system as why I had chosen me out of all the rubble. But with the doors to the Multiverse, I would find out eventually for now I need to continue with the construction of my empire.
And now with the powers, I have obtained from the great other I can finally consolidate myself as the God emperor of this world.
With the remaining whites, an idea popped up in my head. What's better than a war with a weak opponent?
-Historians-
After the declaration of Dorne to independence house Yronwood rose up in rebellion and declared for King Aemon.
House Blackmont and Allyrion had joined Yronwood as well as they had family members married to members of house Yronwood. The young Lord Edric Dayne had also declared for King Aemon sending a letter to Starfall only to be ignored by the rest of the members of house Dayne. The hand of House Dayne of High Hermitage Ser Gerold Dayne was promised to be made a Lord and the Lord of Starfall and Ser Gerold Dayne had accepted it taking the ancestral sword Dawn for himself.
Dairn sand bastard of wyl had decided that this was his opportunity and started styling himself as the Vulture King attacking the marches.
For two moon the outlaws had rated pillage throughout the stormlands and reach. However, they finally ran out of luck as they encountered a host of both stormladders and reachsman and with the army of Lord Anders Yronwood.
The battle ending with the death of the bastard by ser Cletus Yronwood son and heir to Lord Anders Yronwood the young man taking a valyrian steel of the death bastard corpse.
The sword was rumored to be Greenjustice, the legendary ancestral blade of House Gardener, the Kings of the Reach who had been extinguished at the Field of Fire. The weapon was said to possess a golden hand palm worked into the hilt, reminiscent of the Gardener sigil, and had been lost for centuries before somehow coming into the possession of the Wyl bastard.
Whether this was truly Greenjustice or simply a fine blade with a convenient resemblance remains a matter of debate. Regardless, Ser Cletus took the sword as his prize. The golden hand was removed and replaced with the portcullis of House Yronwood, and the blade was renamed Bloodroyal's Justice in honor of his house.
The army of Lord Anders Yronwood and his allies marched next to Castle Wyl, the seat of the house that had birthed the Vulture King. The castle, perched in the Red Mountains, had never fallen to an enemy assault. It had withstood sieges for centuries, its position making it nearly impregnable.
But the defenders were few, their supplies low, and their allies nowhere to be found.
The siege lasted seven days. On the eighth, the walls were breached.
Every adult of House Wyl men, women, and those old enough to bear arms was put to the sword. The children were taken as hostages and sent to King's Landing.
Castle Wyl was granted to Ser Archibald Yronwood nephew of Lord Yronwood and cousin to Ser Cletus, who had proven his worth on the battlefield.
While the Yronwood host ravaged the eastern marches, King Aemon's main army marched south from King's Landing. The full might of the Iron Throne was arrayed against Dorne.
The new Master of Ships, Lord Monford Velaryon, had proven invaluable. His fleet transported the army down the coast, bypassing the deadly passes of the Red Mountains that had claimed so many invaders before. The army landed at the mouth of the Greenblood, striking at the heart of Dornish power.
The image of Dorne as unconquerable and unholdable collapsed entirely.
The decisive engagement of the Dornish War occurred on the banks of the Greenblood, where Prince Doran had gathered what remained of his forces. The Dornish host, numbering perhaps fifteen thousand spears, faced the Iron Throne's army of nearly fifty thousand men.
The Dornish was led by Prince Oberyn Martell and Prince Quentyn Martell and Ser Symon Santagar knight of Spottswood.
The Dornish were led by Prince Oberyn Martell and Prince Quentyn Martell, along with Ser Symon Santagar, the Knight of Spottswood. Prince Doran himself remained in Sunspear, his gout too severe to allow him to command in the field.
Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, was the first to fall. Accounts of his death vary, but all agree that he death in battle. He killed a dozen men before he was overwhelmed. He was cut down by arrows, crossbow bolts, and the swords of the men who surrounded him, a dozen wounds covering his body before he finally fell.
Prince Quentyn Martell, die shortly after being cut down by several men after trying to help his uncle.
Ser Symon Santagar was captured alive. He was brought before King Aemon in chains and forced to kneel. The King offered him a choice: the sword or the black. Ser Symon, a proud knight who had served House Martell for his entire life, chose the sword.
It was a decision that, in the end, accomplished nothing. His family was exiled from Spottswood and his house was stripped of its lands but ser Symon was married to a loyal list who was granted the castles of Spottswood.
With the destruction of the Dornish army, the war was effectively over. The remains of the Dornish force scattered into the hills, but they were a beaten army, unable to offer any further resistance. King Aemon marched on Sunspear, and the city surrendered without a fight.
Prince Doran Martell, crippled and alone, was brought before the King.
He was offered the same choice as Ser Symon: the sword or the black. Prince Doran, who had lost both his sons and his brother in the war, chose the sword.
He was executed in the courtyard of Sunspear.
The child of Prince Doran, Arianne Martell was given as a wife to Ser Cletus to solidify the rule of Yronwood.
The castle of sunspear was give to the old knight Ser Manfrey Martell who was granted the castle made into the knight of sunspear but he was not made a lord aesthetic he was only granted the castle and that's it. The old Martell wouldn't have any lands other than his keep. The rest of the land of the Martell was granted to several loyalist who didn't have land of their own.
Slowly, every other Dornish band the knee. But even after this battle, ser Gerold Dayne and his brothers and every other male Dayne were put to the sword the children sent to Kings Landing.
The land Dayne were restored and young Edric Dayne was given High Hermitage and the return of the Dayne ancestral sword.
This finally ended the last dornish war.
-Aemon-
Looking at the chest of 10 dragon egg I looked at the silver hair in front of me. Normally I don't answer private petitions, except from the Highlord and even then it need to be something of important but in this case, I would be a fool to deny the request of a envoy of the emperor of valyria.
"Your majesty a gift from the emperor to your line to celebration of the birth of two healthy sons" said the woman would've clearly strong accent.
Why, dragon eggs are priceless beyond measure. Even in the days of the Freehold, when dragons were common, eggs were hoarded jealously. The dragonlords never shared their power. They understood that dragons were the foundation of their rule, and they guarded that foundation with their lives.
House Targaryen had never shared a single dragon with the Valyrians in Essos. Aegon the Dragon had fought in Essos during the Century of Blood, killing many of the Old Blood and showing supremacy over the lesser Valyrian houses. He had made it clear that dragons belonged to Targaryens alone.
So why would this Emperor, who styles himself as the last true son of Valyria, offer me what my ancestors refused to give to the non-dragonlord Valyrians?
Why would he share his power?
"Tell the Emperor that I am grateful for his gift," I say finally, forcing the words out. "I will remember his generosity. I hope we can further relationships between the Seven Kingdoms and the Eastern Empire."
One of my Kingsguard takes the envoy to her room for the time she is my guest. I watch them go, then turn back to the chest of dragon eggs.
I take the letter written for me by this Emperor and begin to read. Hopefully it would give me an idea for the reason of these gifts.
…..
This cannot be possible, how would he even know this and furthermore how would skagos even a beast of that size without being noticed in the last 170 year?
If this was true in the last 170 year there had been an adult dragon in the north, and nobody has noticed or even try to claim the beast.
-God Emperor Aurion Vorysion-
What could I possibly have done to completely solidify myself as the god emperor of my new conquered lands.
Well, I re-create it the long night of course with a boost of my magic in the last year, the frozen ones have been ravishing my neighbors and the border of my empire, but once they reach my own territory I showed my "power" as the reborn Azor Ahai cleansing the darkness with lightbringer eradicating the army of the frozen ones.
Thanks for this conversion to the lord of light had been massive and resurgence of the fortune planes as well.
I have also been re-distributing land that used to belong to other groups into valyrian hand. I have been also destroying all the artifacts my idiotic fellow valyrian made that allowed a non-valyrian to tame dragons.
That mad pirate had been lucky that he died before I could get to him for trying to steal my body.
I had also sent some of my leftover frozen ones to attack the wall in westeros. When Selaesa returns it will be interesting to learn on how they deal with the frozen ones.
With magic running rapid throughout the world this dying world getting magic again infecting every living thing.
Perhaps I shouldn't have genocide all the abominations living in the old freehold to experiment with them, but I have the knowledge to create more perhaps after I continue my conquests further east I will start experimenting with creating magical beast.
Currently, I was staying in Dragonhome as the freehold would be completely remodeled to be the new capital of my empire as the old homes of the sorcerer princes of my old home being destroyed and rebuild with new buildings.
The 14 pillars still connecting to the magic of the land were now connected to me. In short as long as I'm still alive the magic would never disappear and in fact it has only gotten stronger.
Dragonhome had also been expanded as my new throne room had increased several times. That remind me I had a meeting with the new High Red Priestess, and the head of the new temple.
When I thought enter my mind Kinvara and an another woman enter my throne. I set up smiling at Kinvara who look at me with a lustful expression.
"What brings you here Kinvara"
Kinvara steps forward, her hips swaying. "Your Holiness," she says, her voice like honey and smoke. "I have brought you a gift. A new womb to plunge your seed in her name is Melisandre of Asshai" said Kinvara with a smile as she knew my desire to go to the land of darkness.
This Melisandre of Asshai was clearly gagged rope covering her mouth. She had a nice voluptuous body… maybe it's time to reward Kinvara for her services to me.
"A gift indeed," I said, rising from my throne. "You have outdone yourself, Kinvara."
I approached Melisandre she trembled under my gaze, "remove the gag," I commanded, and Kinvara eagerly complied. Melisandre worked her jaw, wincing slightly as the blood flowed back into her lips.
I pushed her down onto the floor, my body covering hers as I decided to just take her here. She gasped as I tore away her robes, exposing her pale skin to my hungry gaze. I took a moment to admire her, running my hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her flesh.
Then I entered her, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. She was tight, virginal, and I could feel her body stretching to accommodate me. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against hers with each thrust.
Now with my divine cock I hope her fixed her insides faxing the damages she has started to herself throughout the year. She has lived practicing whatever form of magic she had been using had left damage in her womb.
Kinvara watched from the sidelines, her hand buried in her own cunt as she pleasured herself. I smirked at her, knowing that she would join us soon enough.
As I neared my release, I pulled out, spraying my seed across Melisandre's belly. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her body trembling.
Entering I could see the devotion from her as many others truly did believe I was the return of Azor Ahai and the avatar of the lord of light.
I pulled Melisandre to her feet, my hands roaming over her body. She was soft and warm, her skin like velvet beneath my touch.
Kinvara joined us then, pressing her body against Melisandre's from behind. The two women gasped as Kinvara's hands slid over their bodies, cupping their breasts, teasing their nipples.
I positioned myself behind Kinvara, my cock hard and ready. She moaned as I entered her, her body hot and tight around me. I fucked her hard, slamming into her with each thrust.
Melisandre watched us, her eyes wide with desire. I beckoned her closer, and she came to me eagerly, kneeling before me and taking one of my ball into her mouth.
I groaned at the sensation, my head falling back as she licked and sucked at me. Kinvara continued to move beneath me, her body rocking in time with my thrusts.
I could feel my release building, my balls tightening as I neared the edge. But I held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.
I pulled out of Kinvara, turning my attention to Melisandre. I laid her down on the floor, spreading her legs wide. She gasped as I entered her, my cock sliding into her wet heat.
I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against hers with each thrust. She cried out, her body arching beneath me as she came again and again.
Kinvara joined us once more, her mouth finding Melisandre's breast as she sucked and teased her nipples.
I could feel my own release approaching, my balls tightening as I neared the edge. With a final, shuddering thrust, I spilled myself inside Melisandre, filling her with my seed.
She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm. Kinvara looked up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Perhaps I will breed every single red priestess in my empire after this.
-Daenerys targaryen-
She rested the last hours of being taking most of her strength as she covers. Her ladies and waiting helping her rest as some hours ago, she gave birth to another Son and daughter.
Aegon and Jaelamys, Rhaegar and Rhaesa, Vaemon and Baelyra, and now what was she going to name the new twins.
I close my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me. The Emperor will want to choose the names, or at least approve them.
I am still lost in my thoughts when the doors to my chambers open. I do not need to open my eyes to know who it is.
I open my eyes.
Emperor Aurion her dragon stands in the doorway, his silver-gold hair catching the firelight, his violet eyes fixed on the cradles. He is dressed in his usual finery black and golden, with a crown of obsidian and bone resting upon his brow.
I wait for him to name them. It is his right, after all.
"The boy will be named Gaemon, the girl will be named Daenys" said the Emperor simply but she noticed some satisfaction in his eyes.
Typically, with her last three pregnancies, he had always had a little sign of disappointment on every child she has given him, but this time it was different as that sigh of disappointment was not there.
She hope whatever had made him satisfied well not have horrible consequences for her children just to satisfy the emperor's madness.
-Aurion Vorysion-
Finally I completed this quest….
[Forge a New Dragonlord Dynasty] completed
Reward: Bloodline Legacy Perk
[Bloodline Legacy Perk]
Your bloodline is now marked by destiny. All descendants of your line will inherit a fraction of your power, growing stronger with each generation. Your children will be born with enhanced magical potential, increased physical attributes, and an innate connection to the domains you hold. You can choose to allow your descendants to obtain these traits or not.
For that, I decided to reward my latest children with my favorite siblings names, Gaemon "the cuckold" and Daenys "the Whore".
Hopefully my children won't end up like those fuck ups.
The real Gaemon the Glorious was a fool who let his wife cuckold him with half our brothers (myself included). The real Daenys the Dreamer was a retarded, a woman who convinced my father to flee to that damp rock of Dragonstone, abandoning the Freehold to its doom.
Daenys was a dreamer, but she was as dumb as rocks and many other women in the freehold also has the same dreams or vision for centuries throughout the entire history of the freehold.
She was not the first one to dream about the supposed doom.
-Historians part 2-
Return of magic.....
By the end of 301 AC, even the most skeptical maesters of the Citadel were forced to admit what had become undeniable: magic had returned to the world.
The signs had been building for years. The dragons that had hatched in the East. The reports of strange phenomena from across the Narrow Sea. The sudden appearance of the frozen ones beyond the Wall. But it was the events of 301 AC that finally shattered the last remnants of denial.
King Aemon Claiming the cannibal.....
The most dramatic event of the year occurred in the North, where King Aemon Snowfyre rode to Skagos to claim a dragon that had slept beneath the island for 170 years.
The beast was known in legend as the Cannibal a wild dragon that had never been tamed during the Dance of the Dragons. The creature had been born on Dragonstone during the reign of Jaehaerys I, and had earned its name by preying on the eggs and hatchlings of other dragons. It had fled the carnage of the Dance and disappeared into the wilderness, its fate unknown.
King Aemon, after learning about the threat beyond the wall, traveled to Skagos with his army of Batterman, a small revenue coming with the king to the island. He found the dragon in a volcanic cave beneath the island's eastern cliffs.
The accounts of what happened next vary. Some say the King approached the beast calmly, speaking to it in High Valyrian, and won its trust through patience and courage. Others claim he fought the dragon, battling it for three days and nights before finally forcing it to submit. The most fantastical accounts say the dragon recognized the blood of the dragon in him and woke from its slumber willingly.
Whatever the truth, King Aemon emerged from the cave astride the Cannibal, being the first dragonrider King in the seven kingdoms in several generations.
Long night...…
While King Aemon was claiming the Cannibal in Skagos, a far greater threat was gathering in the North.
The Others had been seen in increasing numbers beyond the Wall. The Night's Watch, despite their large amount of numbers they had received throughout the years of war of prisoners that joined their ranks could do little to stop them.
The Long Night came at last.....
The Others launched a coordinated assault on the Wall, their armies of wights and white walkers advancing under cover of a blizzard that seemed to have been summoned by their magic. The Night's Watch, led by Lord Commander Benjen Stark, fought bravely, but they were vastly outnumbered.
Word reached King Aemon as he flew south from Skagos, the Cannibal's wings carrying him faster than any raven could fly. He turned north immediately, gathering what forces he could along the way. The lords of the North answered his call, their armies marching toward the Wall even as the darkness closed in.
The battle that followed would become legend.
According to the veterans who live through the battle the Cannibal descended upon the army of the dead where they feel of fire, its flames turning hundreds of wights to ash with a single pass.
For three days and nights, the battle raged. The Others threw wave after wave of wights against the defenders, their ice swords shattering against the steel of the Northmen.
But in the end, the living prevailed ending in the extermination of the other.
The disbanded of the Nightswatch.....
In the aftermath of the Long Night, the Night's Watch was no longer necessary. The Others had been defeated. The Wall, which had stood for eight thousand years, no longer served a purpose.
King Aemon declared the Night's Watch disbanded. The remaining brothers were given a choice: return to their homes, take lands in the Gift, or serve in the new military forces of the Seven Kingdoms. Most chose the latter, their skills as warriors and rangers too valuable to waste.
However, the exile noblemen, who were sent to the wall, were not permitted to hold lands unless they converted into the religion of the old gods and they would never be allowed to pass down the neck south.
The land beyond the wall become property of house stark….
The most controversial decision of King Aemon's reign came after the Long Night.
By royal decree, the lands beyond the Wall the vast, frozen expanse that had been the home of the wildlings and the Others were granted to House Stark. The North's ancient lords were given dominion over the lands their ancestors had never been able to claim.
The wildlings, who had fought alongside the Northmen against the Others, were given a choice: bend the knee to House Stark and become subjects of the Iron Throne, or be driven back into the wastes from whence they came.
Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King and Lord of Winterfell, was tasked with administering the new territory. He established a new seat of power at the Fist of the First Men, restoring the ancient fortress and making it the center of Northern rule beyond the Wall. The wildlings were integrated into the North's feudal system, their chieftains becoming lords of their own domains.
-Reconstruction Era-
In the aftermath of the Long Night and the unification of the Seven Kingdoms under King Aemon Snowfyre, a new era of reconstruction and reform began. The wars that had ravaged the realm had left deep wounds, but they had also created opportunities, opportunities that the King and his Hand, Lord Eddard Stark, seized with both hands.
The Reconstruction Era, as it would come to be known, transformed the Seven Kingdoms in ways that would shape the realm for generations to come
The Adventurer's Guild...
One of the most significant innovations of King Aemon's reign was the establishment of the Adventurer's Guild. Inspired by reports of similar organizations in the East, the King sought to create a formal structure for the various hedge knights, sellswords, and freelance warriors who had proliferated during the wars.
The Guild was established by royal decree in early 302 AC. Its purpose was twofold: to provide a legal framework for independent warriors to operate within the Seven Kingdoms, and to offer a source of trained, experienced fighters who could be called upon in times of need.
The Guild operated on a system of ranks and contracts. Adventurers could accept missions from the Guild's local chapters tasks ranging from clearing bandit camps to escorting merchants to investigating strange occurrences. In exchange for their services, they received payment and a portion of the Guild's protection.
The most controversial aspect of the Guild was its legal privileges. Depending on the threat level of their mission, adventurers were granted varying degrees of immunity from the laws of the land.
Critics of the Guild argued that it would create a class of warriors who were above the law, men and women who could kill with impunity and answer to no one. Supporters countered that the Guild was necessary to deal with the threats that were emerging in a world where magic had returned threats that ordinary lords and knights were ill-equipped to handle.
The Guild's early members were mostly hedge knights, sellswords, and veterans of the recent wars. As word spread, younger sons of noble houses, squires seeking to prove themselves join several chapters throughout the kingdoms.
The Rise of Magical Beasts...
The return of magic to the world had not only affected humans. The creatures of legend were also returning.
Reports of magical beasts began to flood into the capital in the months following the Long Night.
The King ordered that all sightings of magical beasts be reported to the Adventurer's Guild. The Guild would investigate, and if necessary, deal with the creatures either by killing them or, in some cases, capturing them for study.
It was a dangerous task, but the Guild was growing quickly. And as the world became more magical, they would be needed more than ever.
The Rebuilding of Harrenhal…..
In 302 AC, King Aemon ordered that Harrenhal to be restored.
The King declared that Harrenhal would remain royal property, but until a new lord was selected, the income from its lands would go directly to Lord Edmure Tully of Riverrun. The castle's massive size and strategic location made it a valuable asset, and its restoration would provide employment for thousands of workers.
The work was expected to take years. The castle had been damaged by dragonfire, by time, and by neglect.
The New Lords of the Iron Islands…..
With the male lines of the ancient Ironborn houses extinguished and their lands seized by the Crown, King Aemon Snowfyre redistributed the Iron Islands to loyal men who had proven themselves in the wars against the Lannisters and the Ironborn themselves. The new lords were granted their lands on the condition that they would enforce the King's laws, suppress the old ways, and prevent any future rebellions.
Lord Laenor Longwater, the head of house Longwater a Bastard Cadet branch of house Velaryon, the old land of the house were granted to the man kinsman Rennifer Longwaters.
Holdfast: Pyke (rebuilt and renamed Pyke Keep)
Sigil: A sea green seahorse on a black field
Words: "Sea and salt"
Lord Eddard Umber, the second son of the Greatjon, Lord Eddard Umber was granted Harlaw Hall, the seat of the extinct House Harlaw. The castle was renamed Umber Hall, and the lands surrounding it were granted to the Umber's loyal followers.
Holdfast: Harlaw Hall (renamed Umber Hall)
Sigil: A roaring giant, brown-haired and wearing a skin, with broken silver chains, on flame-red
(Gules, a giant roaring brunâtre habited with a skin proper wearing chains broken argent)
Words: "By My Will"
Lord Lucas Blackwood second son of Lord Blackwood, Lucas Blackwood had accompanied King Aemon on the Northern campaign and distinguished himself at the Battle of Bear Island. For his service, he was granted Hammerhorn, the seat of the extinct House Goodbrother.
Holdfast: Hammerhorn (renamed Blackwood's Watch)
Sigil: A black raven perched on a white tower on a red field
Words: "We Remember"
Lord Hugo Vance, second son of Lord Vance, Hugo Vance had proven himself a capable commander during the wars. He was granted Blacktyde Castle, the seat of the extinct House Blacktyde.
Holdfast: Blacktyde Castle
Sigil: Quartered: a green dragon on white, a white tower on black.
Words: "Ride or Die"
Lord Aenys Frey third trueborn son of Lord Frey, Aenys Frey was granted Old Wyk, the most sacred of the Iron Islands. The castle was renamed Rockhall, and the ancient traditions of the Drowned God were suppressed.
Holdfast: Old Wyk (renamed rockhall)
Sigil: Two blue towers on silver-grey
(Cendrée, a bridge azure, at either end a tower of the same)
Words: "we stand together"
Lord Hosteen Frey sixth son of Lord Frey, Hosteen Frey was granted Orkmont, one of the larger islands of the Iron Islands. The castle was renamed Crosswood.
Holdfast: Orkmont (renamed crosswood)
Sigil: Two blue towers on silver-grey
(Cendrée, a bridge azure, at either end a tower of the same)
Words: "we stand together"
Lord Damon Vypren second son of Lord Vypren was granted Saltcliffe, a harsh but strategic island.
Holdfast: Saltcliffe
Sigil: A black toad on white lily pad, on green
(Vert, a toad sable atop a lilypad argent)
Words: "Honor and Duty"
Lord Garth Hightower second son of the old Lord Hightower, Garth Hightower was granted Stonehouse, a small island with a defensible keep.
Holdfast: Stonehouse
Sigil: A white tower topped with flames on smoke grey (Cendrée, a tower argent, beacon inflamed gules)
Lord Gunthor Hightower third son of the old Lord Hightower, Gunthor Hightower was granted Sparr Hall.
Holdfast: Sparr Hall
Sigil: A white tower topped with flames on smoke grey (Cendrée, a tower argent, beacon inflamed gules)
Lord Humfrey Hightower fourth son of the old Lord Hightower, Humfrey Hightower was granted Farwynd Hall.
Holdfast: Farwynd Hall
Sigil: A white tower topped with flames on smoke grey (Cendrée, a tower argent, beacon inflamed gules)
Lord Hobber Redwyne second son of Lord Redwyne, Hobber Redwyne was granted Botley Hall, the seat of the extinct House Botley.
Holdfast: Botley Hall
Sigil: A burgundy grape cluster on blue (Azure, a grape-cluster murrey)
…..Expert of the great houses throughout the rule of king Aemon and the war of five king.
Crownlands.
House Targaryen
King Aemon I "Snowfyre" targaryen: born in the year 283 ac sired by the silver prince and the sister of Lord stark who dying in childbirth, Lord Eddard Stark decided to naming the king his bastard to shield him from Robert Baratheon, who has kill king Aemon father in the Triton. During the War Of Five Kings, Lord Eddard finally decided to announce the truth to the realm of the king parentage. After taking the iron throne and defending the realm of the long night King Aemon rule for 88 year fundamentally changing the realm permanently and restoring his Dynasty, was married to Queen Margaery Tyrell and fathered ten children four sons and six daughters.
Prince Aegon targaryen: born in the year 301 ac with his twin brother the Crown Prince was made the same cloth as his father. Known throughout the realm as Aegon "the beautiful" or "the valor" was very active in court, eventually becoming the hand of the king after his grand uncle retired from the position. Aegon was also a great sponsor of the adventure guilds investing for better training opportunities for the general public. Married to Jelaerya velaryon daughter of Lord Monford Velaryon.
Prince Jaehaerys targaryen: born in the year 301 ac with his twin brother the second prince was not as loved as his older brother but that didn't mean he was his brother's lesser, know as "the black prince" Jaehaerys was known to be a practical man and a very strict and a man with an iron will, he married to a daughter of house Tully and was granted the lordship of a rebuild castle Oldstones and was name Prince of the Riverlands and was granted the valyrian steel sword redrain which was rename to dragonclaw.
Prince Daeron Targaryen: born in the year 303 ac with his twin brother being the second pair of twins in the house of dragons, Prince Daeron spent majority of his life in the reach in highgarden and oldtower as he was a ward in oldtower and later squire for his uncle ser garlan tyrell in highgarden. Was granted the rebuild castle of summerhall and make the prince of summerhall later married Delena Baratheon.
Prince Baelor Targaryen: born in the year 303 ac with his twin brother being the second pair of twins in the house of dragons, like his twin he didn't spend majority of his time in court or in the Crownlands rather in the vale or riverlands throughout his childhood Baelor had been fostered in Eyrie and squired for Lord Harrold Arryn and was knighted by him in his 16 name day. Later Married a daughter of Lord Harrold Arryn.
Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen: born in the year 304 ac, like her namesake proud and vain but unlike her namesake to birth 5 trueborn son to her husband Lord Jon stark son of Robb stark.
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: born in the year 306 ac, Married to the son and heir of Lord Cletus Yronwood.
Princess Maegelle Targaryen: born in the year 307 ac, Married to Lord the heir of oldtower.
Princess Rhaena Targaryen: born in the year 309 ac, married to the heir of Casterly Rock
Princess Rhaella Targaryen: born in the year 311 ac, married to the heir of White Harbor and son of Lord Wylis Manderly.
Princess Shiera Targaryen: born in the year 314 ac, married to the heir of harrenhal and son of Lord Brandon stark and his son and heir ser Brynden stark.
North.
House Stark.
Lord Eddard stark: the stark was born 263 ac was known by many names especially after the war of five king gain many names and titles, "the old wolf" "the kingmaker"
Lord Robb stark: heir-now lord of winterfell was born 281 ac and like his father had obtained infamy throughout the war of five king as he obtained the name "the young wolf" for his exploits throughout the war. Currently married with Lady Alys stark formally of house Karstark they have around 5 son and 3 daughter.
Lady Sansa baratheon: was born in 284 ac the wife of Lord Edric baratheon make her lady of the stormlands and stormsend. Has given birth to four sons and three daughters. More information go on the baratheon section.
Lady Arya Stark: was born in the year 287 ac unlike her sister who many say she was the perfect lady Arya was the complete opposite being a wild child, so there were a little surprise when the adventures guild opened a chapter in the north Lady Arya took the opportunity to try to join only to be stopped by her brother. Eventually years later lady Arya manages to escape her families, castle and travels to White Harbor to join the adventures guild chapter there. For the next 2 years she lived as an adventure until finally returning back home and marrying Ser Gawen Glover heir to Deepwood Motte.
Lord Brandon Stark: born in the year 289 ac despite being crippled Brandon still gaining a fear reputation throughout the seven kingdoms. At the age of 18 Brandon became a member of his royal cousin in the small council as master whisperers, there are rumors that he tapped into sorcery, for that reason he's called the second coming of bloodraven, he carries a large revenue of warriors and men who answer only to him and the king with two infamous sworn shield, Ser Robert Forrester and Ser Banion Branch, Lord Brandon was also granted the castle of harrenhal by his royal cousin, married to Lady Meera Stark formally of house Reed.
Ser Rickon Stark: born in the year 293 ac the youngest child of Eddard, Rickon lived majority of his early life in his family castle Winterfell until becoming a page to his royal cousin and eventually squire by the age of 16 Rickon was knighted by king Aemon as the young Rickon fought as a mystery knight in a tourney. Years later as Rickon had absolutely no interest in marriage he was offered the white cloak wish the young man accepted joining his royal cousins Kingsguard.
Lord Benjen Stark: born in the year 268 ac, the 998th Lord Commander of the Nightswatch and the last "the black wolf" and after the Nightswatch was dissolved, Lord Benjen Stark was granted Castle, Black, and all the remaining territories of the Nightswatch. All the new Lord and masters swear filthy to the black wolf, later Benjen Stark married and father three trueborn. The Stark of castle black, taking the schedule of a black direwolf and a White field.
House Bolton.
Lord Roose Bolton: born in 257 ac the old lord has done much through his long life fighting in the war of the ninepenny king and later Robert rebellion, including in the war of the five kings so there was no surprise when the man died slowly after the end of the war of five king as a reward and his last well, he asked for his bastard to be legitimize and inherit his lands.
Lord Ramsay Bolton: born in 282 the origin of Lord Bolton is disputed, but that was the least interesting part of the man history despite his actions to help his fellow Northman throughout the war of the five king helping defend the north against the Ironborn his name was still mark by several rumors, the legitimize bastard had married around six times fathering several children, but these wives always die under suspicious circumstances, there were several rumors coming from several merchants and small folk, leaving the Bolton land nothing defensive to fear the wrath of house stark but enough to be concerning. The rumors slowly ended once Ramsay Bolton was found dead in his room with his throat cut, and his generals removed, the incident still striking debate until this day. Ramsay Bolton heir, Jon Bolton having a simple quick funeral before simply replacing the entire household and forgetting about the incident.
House Manderly...
Riverlands.
House Tully.
Lord Hoster Tully: the old lord Tully was born in the year 238 ac and die early throughout the war of five king.
Lord Edmure Tully: born in the year 272 ac at the time of the war the five Kings the young lord ascended his father's leadership early on in the war and quickly gain renowned throughout the war, capturing several nobles including the infamous Ser Gregor Clegane (more information location in sections extinct noble houses) Lord Edmure even managed to gain a valyrian steel sword as a trophy of war and Lord Edmure was also granted the position of master of law in king Aemon small council, married to Lady Liane Vance.
Lady Catelyn Stark: born in the year 264 ac the lady wife of Lord Eddard stark.
Lysa Tully: born in the year 266 ac, widow of Lord Jon Arryn and the region of the young Robert Arryn who die throughout the massacre of the mountain ending in her son death and her violation by Lord Tyrion Lannister "the dwarf lord" after taking vale, but once Tyrion was slain by Lord Harrold Arryn. She was return back to her family home in riverrun where almost half a year later she give born to six bastard children. Three boys and three girls all of them having the coloring of the Lannister. After recovery Lysa was sent to the silent sisters where she spent the rest of her life.
House Frey
Lord Walder Frey: born in the year 208 ac dying a couple months later of the start of the war of the five king his heir quickly taking up the roll as Lord Frey.
Lord Stevron Frey: born in the year 233 ac the first born son of Lord Walder Frey, like his young overlord the old knight ascended into his father lordship. Lord Stevron and his kinsman had to obtain great wealth throughout their plunger throughout the Westerlands, the old Lord only rule throughout 10 years before dying of an injury.
Lord Walder Frey: born in the year 278 ac the second born son of Ser Ryman Frey, the grandson of Stevron Frey, like many of his kinsman gained renowned throughout the war of the five kings, he gained many Alias but the most infamous one is the one he had before the war "Black Walder" or walder "the black" however Walder had not done a good job in befriending his kin and has several rumors behind him a fathering bastards with his brother's wives and cuckold the old Lord Walder with his seventh wife, this almost cost a Civil War in the house of Frey but both Lord Edmure Tully and Lord Harrold Arryn put a stop to it with the authority of the king…..
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So here's the end folk…this fanfic kind of proves to me that the fanfic easiest for me to finish are the shitpost the rest I actually have to use brain power.
I might write some more epilogue in the future maybe with Aurion going through different timeline in Asoiaf like a run in the house of the dragon or the century of blood (which was my original idea for the story, a shitty revenge fanfic) well not exactly originally this was just going to be pure smut but…. I felt like it would be out of character since Aurion is a complete racist (valyrian supremacist) and the woman from westeros never accept his cultus bullshit. Also from the way he talked about his Hightower girl Aurion doesn't necessarily like andals or first men.
I might still write something like that just not with this character.
The new Valyria empire map.