I thought most all the Dragon's died during the Doom? Being that all the Dragon lords were in Valyria.
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A Lesson in Mannis:
"I am king. Wants do not enter into it. I have a duty to my daughter. To the realm. Even to Robert. He loved me but little, I know, yet he was my brother. The Lannister woman gave him horns and made a motley fool of him. She may have murdered him as well, as she murdered Jon Arryn and Ned Stark. For such crimes there must be justice. Starting with Cersei and her abominations. But only starting. I mean to scour that court clean. As Robert should have done after the Trident."
"I shall bring justice to Westeros. Every man shall reap what he has sown, from the highest lord to the lowest gutter rat. And some will lose more than the tips off their fingers, I promise you. They have made my kingdom bleed, and I do not forget that."
“Yes, I should have come sooner. If not for my Hand, I might not have come at all. Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I had the cart before the horse, Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.” Stannis pointed north. "There is where I'll find the enemy I was born to fight."
"I stopped believing in gods the day I saw the Windproud break up across the bay. Any gods so monstrous as to drown my mother and father would never have my worship, I vowed. In King’s Landing, the High Septon would prattle at me of how all justice and goodness flowed from the Seven, but all I ever saw of either was made by men."
"When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk and nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her. She would perch on my shoulder and flutter from room to room after me and take food from my hand, but she would not soar. Time and again I would take her hawking, but she never flew higher than the treetops. Robert called her Weakwing. He owned a gyrfalcon named Thunderclap who never missed her strike. One day our great-uncle Ser Harbert told me to try a different bird. I was making a fool of myself with Proudwing, he said, and he was right." Stannis Baratheon turned away from the window, and the ghosts who moved upon the southern sea. "The Seven have never brought me so much as a sparrow. It is time I tried another hawk, Davos. A red hawk."
He ground his teeth. "We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must ... we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty. Melisandre swears that she has seen me in her flames, facing the dark with Lightbringer raised on high. Lightbringer!" Stannis gave a derisive snort. "It glimmers prettily, I’ll grant you, but on the Blackwater this magic sword served me no better than common steel. A dragon would have turned that battle. Aegon once stood here as I do, looking down on this table. Do you think we would name him Aegon the Conqueror today if he had not had dragons?”
“Your Grace,” said Davos, “the cost…”
”I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning… burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?” The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King’s Landing. “If Joffrey should die… what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?”
"These pardoned lords would do well to reflect on that. Good men and true will fight for Joffrey, wrongly believing him the true king. A northman might even say the same of Robb Stark. But these lords who flocked to my brother’s banners knew him for a usurper. They turned their backs on their rightful king for no better reason than dreams of power and glory, and I have marked them for what they are. Pardoned them, yes. Forgiven. But not forgotten."
"My duty is to the realm.” His hand swept across the painted table. “How many boys dwell in Westeros? How many girls? How many men, how many women? The darkness will devour them all, she says. The night that never ends. She talks of prophecies... a hero reborn in the sea, living dragons hatched from dead stone... she speaks of signs and swears they point to me. I never asked for this, no more than I asked to be king. Yet dare I disregard her?”
“Make it Ser Jaime the Kingslayer henceforth,” Stannis said, frowning. “Whatever else the man may be, he remains a knight. I don’t know that we ought to call Robert my beloved brother either. He loved me no more than he had to, nor I him.”
“A harmless courtesy, Your Grace,” Pylos said.
“A lie. Take it out.”
He also throws the heaviest shade in all the seven kingdoms:
"Her own father got this child on her? We are well rid of her, then. I will not suffer such abominations here. This is not King's Landing."
"Without a son of Winterfell to stand beside me, I can only hope to win the North by battle. That requires stealing a leaf from my brother's book. Not that Robert ever read one."
"Robert could piss in a cup and men would call it wine, but I offer them cold clear water and they squint in suspicion and mutter to each other about how queer it tastes."
"Stannis ground his teeth. 'It is not my wish to tamper with your rights and traditions. As to royal guidance, Janos, if you mean that I ought to tell your brothers to choose you, have the courage to say so.'
That took Lord Janos aback. He smiled uncertainly and began to sweat, but Bowen Marsh beside him said, 'Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold, sire?'
'Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.'"
Renly: "You'll be pleased to know she (Margaery) came to me a maid."
Stannis: "In your bed she's like to die that way."
At a wedding, thought Davos. As he sat at his slayer's board, a guest beneath his roof. These Freys are cursed. He could smell the burning blood again, and hear the leech hissing and spitting on the brazier's hot coals.
"It was the Lord's wrath that slew him," Ser Axell Florent declared. "It was the hand of R'hllor!"
"Praise the Lord of Light!" sang out Queen Selyse, a pinched thin hard woman with large ears and a hairy upper lip.
"Is the hand of R'hllor spotted and palsied?" asked Stannis. "This sounds more Walder Frey's handiwork than any god's."
Davos: "Lord Celtigar called it admirable."
Stannis: "Had I shown him the contents of my privy, he would have called that admirable as well."
"I am king. Wants do not enter into it. I have a duty to my daughter. To the realm. Even to Robert. He loved me but little, I know, yet he was my brother. The Lannister woman gave him horns and made a motley fool of him. She may have murdered him as well, as she murdered Jon Arryn and Ned Stark. For such crimes there must be justice. Starting with Cersei and her abominations. But only starting. I mean to scour that court clean. As Robert should have done after the Trident."
"I shall bring justice to Westeros. Every man shall reap what he has sown, from the highest lord to the lowest gutter rat. And some will lose more than the tips off their fingers, I promise you. They have made my kingdom bleed, and I do not forget that."
“Yes, I should have come sooner. If not for my Hand, I might not have come at all. Lord Seaworth is a man of humble birth, but he reminded me of my duty, when all I could think of was my rights. I had the cart before the horse, Davos said. I was trying to win the throne to save the kingdom, when I should have been trying to save the kingdom to win the throne.” Stannis pointed north. "There is where I'll find the enemy I was born to fight."
"I stopped believing in gods the day I saw the Windproud break up across the bay. Any gods so monstrous as to drown my mother and father would never have my worship, I vowed. In King’s Landing, the High Septon would prattle at me of how all justice and goodness flowed from the Seven, but all I ever saw of either was made by men."
"When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk and nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her. She would perch on my shoulder and flutter from room to room after me and take food from my hand, but she would not soar. Time and again I would take her hawking, but she never flew higher than the treetops. Robert called her Weakwing. He owned a gyrfalcon named Thunderclap who never missed her strike. One day our great-uncle Ser Harbert told me to try a different bird. I was making a fool of myself with Proudwing, he said, and he was right." Stannis Baratheon turned away from the window, and the ghosts who moved upon the southern sea. "The Seven have never brought me so much as a sparrow. It is time I tried another hawk, Davos. A red hawk."
He ground his teeth. "We do not choose our destinies. Yet we must ... we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty. Melisandre swears that she has seen me in her flames, facing the dark with Lightbringer raised on high. Lightbringer!" Stannis gave a derisive snort. "It glimmers prettily, I’ll grant you, but on the Blackwater this magic sword served me no better than common steel. A dragon would have turned that battle. Aegon once stood here as I do, looking down on this table. Do you think we would name him Aegon the Conqueror today if he had not had dragons?”
“Your Grace,” said Davos, “the cost…”
”I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning… burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?” The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King’s Landing. “If Joffrey should die… what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?”
"These pardoned lords would do well to reflect on that. Good men and true will fight for Joffrey, wrongly believing him the true king. A northman might even say the same of Robb Stark. But these lords who flocked to my brother’s banners knew him for a usurper. They turned their backs on their rightful king for no better reason than dreams of power and glory, and I have marked them for what they are. Pardoned them, yes. Forgiven. But not forgotten."
"My duty is to the realm.” His hand swept across the painted table. “How many boys dwell in Westeros? How many girls? How many men, how many women? The darkness will devour them all, she says. The night that never ends. She talks of prophecies... a hero reborn in the sea, living dragons hatched from dead stone... she speaks of signs and swears they point to me. I never asked for this, no more than I asked to be king. Yet dare I disregard her?”
“Make it Ser Jaime the Kingslayer henceforth,” Stannis said, frowning. “Whatever else the man may be, he remains a knight. I don’t know that we ought to call Robert my beloved brother either. He loved me no more than he had to, nor I him.”
“A harmless courtesy, Your Grace,” Pylos said.
“A lie. Take it out.”
He also throws the heaviest shade in all the seven kingdoms:
"Her own father got this child on her? We are well rid of her, then. I will not suffer such abominations here. This is not King's Landing."
"Without a son of Winterfell to stand beside me, I can only hope to win the North by battle. That requires stealing a leaf from my brother's book. Not that Robert ever read one."
"Robert could piss in a cup and men would call it wine, but I offer them cold clear water and they squint in suspicion and mutter to each other about how queer it tastes."
"Stannis ground his teeth. 'It is not my wish to tamper with your rights and traditions. As to royal guidance, Janos, if you mean that I ought to tell your brothers to choose you, have the courage to say so.'
That took Lord Janos aback. He smiled uncertainly and began to sweat, but Bowen Marsh beside him said, 'Who better to command the black cloaks than a man who once commanded the gold, sire?'
'Any of you, I would think. Even the cook.'"
Renly: "You'll be pleased to know she (Margaery) came to me a maid."
Stannis: "In your bed she's like to die that way."
At a wedding, thought Davos. As he sat at his slayer's board, a guest beneath his roof. These Freys are cursed. He could smell the burning blood again, and hear the leech hissing and spitting on the brazier's hot coals.
"It was the Lord's wrath that slew him," Ser Axell Florent declared. "It was the hand of R'hllor!"
"Praise the Lord of Light!" sang out Queen Selyse, a pinched thin hard woman with large ears and a hairy upper lip.
"Is the hand of R'hllor spotted and palsied?" asked Stannis. "This sounds more Walder Frey's handiwork than any god's."
Davos: "Lord Celtigar called it admirable."
Stannis: "Had I shown him the contents of my privy, he would have called that admirable as well."
Well yeah when you put it all together like that Stannis seems awesome, however, as the series moves on and the perspectives change so too does Stannis. He was crushed on the Blackwater and retreated to Dragonstone to lick his wounds and plot his next move. Without a strong army behind him he grew desperate and isolated. And he was willing to do the worst things possible.
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who else is there to root for? Tommen? Roose Bolton? Daenerys "GW Bush" Targaryen?????*
Someone posted this on leddit a couple days ago, funniest shit ever when you put it this way.
Here's a fun little thought exercise: Review the story of Season 5, from the point of view of Hizdahr zo Loraq. If you're like most of us, you probably spent the season thinking he was leading the Sons of the Harpy, but E9 kinda disproved that. So, to review:
This foreign invader conquers his city "For its own good", and has his father brutally executed for a crime other people committed; she wasn't misinformed about his father's guilt, she just didn't care, and assigned blame based on social status. Eventually, Hizdahr manages to convince her to be generous enough to let him bury his wrongfully murdered father, rather than have the vultures eat him. During the audience, he probably noticed that she did not have a single Mereenese advisor in her inner circle. Rather than fucking off to watch her fail from a safe distance, he actually tries to help, because he wants to lessen the suffering of his city, and maybe even because he believes in some of the change she brings.
For this, he's treated with hostility, suspicion and contempt, but he keeps trying. One day, though, something really horrible happens, on a scale far worse than any of the death and depravity her siege has brought so far: A person from her continent is killed! Clearly that's completely unacceptable, so she goes with what she knows: Executing random rich people, this time by feeding them to her dragons. Hizdahr watches one of his comrades be burned to death, ripped apart and devoured by her monsters, and then spends a night in the dungeons expecting the same for himself. Instead, she informs him that he'll be marrying her (again, remember: This is the woman who killed her father.) At this point, Hizdahr is basically a more noble version of Sansa, dealing with what seems to be a more monstrous version of Joffrey.
Then, the last day of his life. When he arrives at the arena after doing some last minute work to try to make sure everything goes smoothly, he's greeted with the curtness he's learned to expect from this invader. There's a new person in his circle - the son of one of the men who betrayed and killed her father. It's cool, though, because when he showed up he offered his help and advice, so now he's part of her inner circle. Guess it just helps to be from the right continent - i.e., not the one she's trying to govern.
Hizdahr takes his seat, and enjoys some playful humiliation and threats from his future wife's asshole lover, and some insults from her and her new advisor as well. She also makes it clear that she's willing to burn his beloved city to the ground if it doesn't straighten up and start being the kind of realm she wants to rule. Then, catastrophe: The Sons of the Harpy attack en masse! Hizdahr makes one last effort to be useful, offering to show her a safe way out of the arena, but the Unsullied have more important people to protect, so he's stabbed a lot. As he falls over bleeding, his Queen's eyes fill with guilt and affection as she stares soulfully at... someone else, that knight she had exiled a while ago. Then she glances back at him like "Oh, is he dead now?" before scurrying off to leave him to bleed to death.
*in b4 HODOR
Someone posted this on leddit a couple days ago, funniest shit ever when you put it this way.
Here's a fun little thought exercise: Review the story of Season 5, from the point of view of Hizdahr zo Loraq. If you're like most of us, you probably spent the season thinking he was leading the Sons of the Harpy, but E9 kinda disproved that. So, to review:
This foreign invader conquers his city "For its own good", and has his father brutally executed for a crime other people committed; she wasn't misinformed about his father's guilt, she just didn't care, and assigned blame based on social status. Eventually, Hizdahr manages to convince her to be generous enough to let him bury his wrongfully murdered father, rather than have the vultures eat him. During the audience, he probably noticed that she did not have a single Mereenese advisor in her inner circle. Rather than fucking off to watch her fail from a safe distance, he actually tries to help, because he wants to lessen the suffering of his city, and maybe even because he believes in some of the change she brings.
For this, he's treated with hostility, suspicion and contempt, but he keeps trying. One day, though, something really horrible happens, on a scale far worse than any of the death and depravity her siege has brought so far: A person from her continent is killed! Clearly that's completely unacceptable, so she goes with what she knows: Executing random rich people, this time by feeding them to her dragons. Hizdahr watches one of his comrades be burned to death, ripped apart and devoured by her monsters, and then spends a night in the dungeons expecting the same for himself. Instead, she informs him that he'll be marrying her (again, remember: This is the woman who killed her father.) At this point, Hizdahr is basically a more noble version of Sansa, dealing with what seems to be a more monstrous version of Joffrey.
Then, the last day of his life. When he arrives at the arena after doing some last minute work to try to make sure everything goes smoothly, he's greeted with the curtness he's learned to expect from this invader. There's a new person in his circle - the son of one of the men who betrayed and killed her father. It's cool, though, because when he showed up he offered his help and advice, so now he's part of her inner circle. Guess it just helps to be from the right continent - i.e., not the one she's trying to govern.
Hizdahr takes his seat, and enjoys some playful humiliation and threats from his future wife's asshole lover, and some insults from her and her new advisor as well. She also makes it clear that she's willing to burn his beloved city to the ground if it doesn't straighten up and start being the kind of realm she wants to rule. Then, catastrophe: The Sons of the Harpy attack en masse! Hizdahr makes one last effort to be useful, offering to show her a safe way out of the arena, but the Unsullied have more important people to protect, so he's stabbed a lot. As he falls over bleeding, his Queen's eyes fill with guilt and affection as she stares soulfully at... someone else, that knight she had exiled a while ago. Then she glances back at him like "Oh, is he dead now?" before scurrying off to leave him to bleed to death.
*in b4 HODOR
i always assumed ppl liked stannis because if he wins then davos gets a good ending
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did you see the one about the faceless men, and their goal to create armageddon and kill every person in the world? allegedly they were responsible for the doom of valyria, and have an egg they got as payment from euron greyjoy for killing off balon greyjoy on that bridge, and are waiting to use it to destroy daenerys somehow or saving it for some other dark magic. jaqen haqar however you spell it, aka sexy jesus the guy who's training arya in the show was originally in westeros to infiltrate the citadel somehow, and pate and sam meet him when they arrive to oldtown. lol these theories are all crazy, and if any of them are even remotely true then i dont know what the fuck G.R.R. Martin is doing. It would just mean that this series has gone way, way out of his control and he'll probably never finish it unless he plans to live an extra 100 years so he can add another 10 books.
http://fantheory.net/the-faceless-men-master-plan-the-secret-of-dragon-eggs-game-of-thrones/
http://fantheory.net/the-faceless-men-master-plan-the-secret-of-dragon-eggs-game-of-thrones/
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Almost forgot about that Prologue.
Those theories about the Dragons and the Faceless Men seem to far out there, but who knows what GRRM has going on his mind.
Those theories about the Dragons and the Faceless Men seem to far out there, but who knows what GRRM has going on his mind.
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Anyone hear about what is likely the Tower of Joy? This information and what seems to be casting for Arthur Dayne is pretty damn telling. I think next season will be epic.
Tower of Joy
This is the Castillo de Zafra, a 13th century fortress located in Guadalajara province, Spain, not far from Madrid. It’s one of the new locations the Game of Thrones production team will be shooting Season 6.
Here’s another angle on it.
Tower of Joy
This is the Castillo de Zafra, a 13th century fortress located in Guadalajara province, Spain, not far from Madrid. It’s one of the new locations the Game of Thrones production team will be shooting Season 6.
Here’s another angle on it.
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