"Nothing is true and everything is permitted."
These are the simple words of a creed that dates back to the Children of the Forest and the First Men, words that have even survived that war of the Andal. These words are not then end of wisdom but a simple beginning, these are words to live by and that has let our people live on though the generations simply serving the realm, her people, the land. We hold no lands, we hold no titles but we have a foot hold in each of the Seven Kingdoms to ensure that peace will forever reign supreme. But as the kings come and goes, the powers rise and fall our creed, our family will always endure.
Since the Andal invasion dragon king Aegon Targaryon and his two sister wives: Visenya and Rheanys Targaryon, they were yet another challenge to the hidden faith of land. Faithful to our words we let fate play out its course and were granted with more opportunities that we could ever ask for. We now held powerful seats in the east, the west, the north and most importantly the south. From the shadows we helped the land recover from the battles that came from their invasion. We gave advice to the wardens of the north east and west and to the king himself and so we remained in the shadows for many more centuries to come.
Five years in to King Aegon's rule a messenger came to him in the form of a man dressed in a white robe a hood covering his face and duel swords at his side. Upon kneeling to the King he removed his hood to revile a scared face of worn battle harden veteran, Aegon knew that this man had to be more then he appeared. He was no fool but eager to listen to this messenger, this was also our first public statement to the land's people that we existed.
"We are the blades hidden within the crowd; we are hidden within your courts; we are your friends, allies and even your enemies. But we have no claim to titles, lands or power; we are nothing but servants to the land, her needs, and her people." The messenger stood tall, his hood drawn back and proud within the court. "Nothing is true and everything is permitted, there are our words and we will endure up on to the land until the end of time."
And with that he took his own life within the court room in the name of his creed he stood tall and honourable until his last breath.
Argon Targaryon rose from the Iron throne and proceeded to search the body of the dead messenger. His cloths were of a fine make, his weapons made of a steal no seen since the destruction of his homeland over a century ago. This messenger left him with more questions than answers. The last item that drew his attention was a sigil that of a hollow arrow head encased in an obsidian circle. This was not known to him that there was an eighth house within the land, this troubled him as he pondered what might happen.
A/N: this is only a mock up story and one that has been in my mind for a while. I'm looking for feedback, people's thoughts and ideas anything that would be of great help.