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It is currently WINTER in WESTEROS during the year 303 AC. The new moon cycle marks a full twenty years since the Mad King was murdered, and his son King Rhaegar ascended the Iron Throne in his place. Though the year is fresh, war in the Narrow Sea has been declared on the Stepstones, and the Long Night continues to beckon from the Northern fringes of the Seven Kingdoms. With the Queen Lyanna presumed dead, the citizens of the realms look only to each other for survival.
Posted: Dec 17 2015, 05:38 AM
and the story goes...
westeros under dragons
Years have passed, eighteen of them since the plague of the Mad King has been usurped... by his own son, no less. King Rhaegar now sits the Iron Throne over a thriving Seven Kingdoms that has flourished under his touch. Yet no kingdom is without its turmoil. The Blackfyre Rebellion, Balon's Rebellion and a plague that followed in succession still did not stay his reign. Peace followed in its wake, something nearly forgotten to the realm. The citizens no longer feared the flay of wildfire, and new laws came into the fold under the care of Queen Lyanna. Like Dorne, the laws of inheritance were altered to favor women successors.
Yet when dragon eggs were found, precious symbols of overwhelming power to House Targaryen, unease returned to the Seven Kingdoms. One after one they hatched, bonding to the King's children and his siblings, introducing the return of magic to the realms. But surely this meant fire and blood once more, for no one could forget the havoc dragons had wrecked upon the kingdom in the past. With laborers thrown in to rebuild the Dragonpit, many thought of protesting their existence. That was, of course, until the white ravens flew from the Citadel.
It has been a long time since the world has seen winter, even longer since it has seen dragons. Well known that they are creatures of pure, wild magic, their return heralds the long-feared warning that winter is coming. Even the Night's Watch has tales to tell, speaking of dead men walking, sending ravens to every great lord begging for more men. Blue eyes, they say. An increase in wildling attacks, they report. The red streak in the sky only shadows their every word. Will the era of peace come to an end? Will Westeros be able to survive another winter? Nobody knows how long this one might last. All anyone can do is turn to the Starks, and pray that their caution comes with further information.
But will the dragons be blamed for this dreaded change? Or will they be seen as the beacon of hope? Would the dragons stand as the fire that will so desperately be needed in the coming times of ice?
lands get colder
the long night
The valleys of the mountainous Vale have always been spared the harshest of winters. In the worst of times, a frost creeps down from the towering peaks, causing the Arryns to journey down to the Gates of the Moon until it melts. But the nobility there, even in their high peaks, have always been spared colds like they see in the North. This year, however, it seems the winds are changing. Through Winterfell into the Vale clear all the way to Riverrun in the Riverlands, words of an early freeze has spread. Many prayed it was a passing drop in temperatures, but all know better than to believe it. The chill lasted long enough to claim most of the major crops in the regions, creating a shortage of food and fearful complaints from many of the smallfolk.
If that isn't bad enough, the Arryns have another crisis on their hands: the clans living in the tops of the mountains are coming down - claiming that their men are freezing to death in their sleep. The clans have been creating more than a few problems for the smallfolk and nobility in surrounding areas, and suddenly the cold isn't the only problem. Many residents are threatening to leave, wanting to move south if Houses Tully and Arryn can't provide food and protection from the bitter change of season. Will either be able to find a solution before civil war threatens their very survival?
war still brews
across the sea
For the first time in over two centuries, two of the three triarchs elected in Volantis are the striped and duplicitous Tigers. For once in longer than living memory, the peaceful Elephants and their trade are no longer in control of the city - and the Tigers' fangs have been hungering for two hundred years. Word has long since touched the globe that the Stepstones are once more under the increasing control of pirates and mercenaries, and Tyrosh again has begun preparing to wage war against them to take back the islands. Now that a thirst for battle rules Volantis, however, Tyrosh is not the only city that wants control of the Stepstones, and the First Daughter of Old Valyria has plans to take back what they think is rightfully theirs. They seek to conquer all of Essos once more, to bring to heel all of the Free Cities that rose after Aegon the Conquerer saw Volantis' defeat.
The Archon of Tyrosh, though hailed as dimwitted, will not stand for the new threat. In waves they have sent emissaries to King's Landing, all in hopes to arrange an alliance with the Iron Throne before Volantis can. Lys and Myr, as well, with the strength to reform The Triarchy, also come beckoning at King Rhaegar's gates with a war Westeros has no part in. And yet, with threats echoing from all sides, the Crown finds themselves forced into a choice they cannot resist to make; fight, or die in the coming winter. The Seven Kingdoms will not and cannot survive the season -however long it may be- without trade from the Free Cities, and the King knows the ebbing war cannot be ignored for long. Whomever the Iron Throne forges an alliance with, whether it be The Triarchy or Volantis, the choice no doubt will be the last for Westeros should it be the wrong one.
when the sun sets, will another one rise?
THE CHANGING ERA
Are these all just mere acts of folly? Others deciding their fate in fear of winter? Or perhaps it is magic stirring, for when the dragons awoke to breathe their life back into the earth, they brought something much more with it. With the Queen that vanished into thin air and half the kingdom wearing their knuckles to the bone searching for her, a power unbeknownst to the realms for years - since the children of the forest roamed the land - is swiftly encroaching. With war seemingly brewing on all sides, it is all that one can hope that the Seven Kingdoms have built their walls high enough to withstand the onslaught that is coming for them. For some enemies come wearing the faces of friends, while others are more plain in their approach. It is the ones who act with silent lips and slight of hand that are the most deadly... As one cannot hope to keep track of them all. To do so, one might possibly need... A thousand eyes and one.