Hi everyone, as I promised here is another continuation of the Westeros Movie night fic.
Many of you have requests for this fic and again like my Jaune arc Misadventure's fic I will be doing them as best as I can but I cannot guarantee when they will come out.
Also an important note is that I will be taking a bit of break from writing but that doesn't mean that I won't stop making chapters, it just that... I won't be putting all of my attention in writing because of what happened recently.
Today a great tragedy as befallen me and my family and I can't focus as much as I can on these chapters for you because of it, the next chapter will coming soon but everything else i'm not too sure because of everything that has happened.
but enough about that, without further ado I give you...
The Hobbit. An unexpected Journey Intro
The people westeros were sitting comfortably in their seats, excitement and anticipation at seeing the prequel to they're favourite lord of the rings trilogy, so many unanswered questions and expectation of this movie.
Like the first movie, each of the lords and ladies sat in their respective seats with their family and fellow lords with drinks and food to last for the whole movie.
Everyone quieted down as lights dimmed and the screen lit up.
-movie-
"My dear Frodo." A familiar withered voice spoke out before the light from a match illuminated the black screen to see a hand lighting a candle.
Familiar soothing soft music played as the camera followed old Bilbo as he walked through the small rounded halls of his home "You asked me once If I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I have Told you the truth…." His voice spoke as we see him opening up his trunk filled with the many items and objects of his past, including a certain sheathed blade that seemed to sing as his hand reached for it "I may never have told you all of it."
But it quickly moved to pick up something underneath it, the hand retracted to reveal a large red leather book that he held close to him as he moved away.
The scene changed to reveal the front cover opening to show a skilfully hand drawn portrate of a young Bilbo on a small piece of brown sheet. "I am old now, Frodo." The voice said in a tired tone while the actual character picked up the sheet and stared at it with Nostalgia "I'm not the same hobbit I once was. I think… it is time for you to know… what really happened."
He dipped his quill into a bottle of ink as he bagan his story "It began Long ago…" he wrote before the camera slowly moved away from his form "in a land far away to the east the like of which you will not find in the world today."
The map of middle earth appeared as screen moved away from the shire and headed east, over all other lands until it slowly moved into a lone mountain surround by vast land's and other moutians "There was the city of Dale."
The scene opened up to show a thriving city of humans and dwarfs, buying and selling their ware's with genuine happy faces as they were adorned in colourful and rich clothing."it's markets known far and wide. Full of the bounties of vine and vale."
"Peaceful and Prosperous." It was beautiful sight to behold as dwarf and Man co-existed Harmoniously in this grand thriving city. However the story was not over yet as the camera hovered over the Joyful city and zoomed in on an oddity on the face of the mountian "For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in middle earth…Erebor." Grand stone walls and gates protruded from out of the mountain, it's defences manned by the well armoured dwarf guards.
"Stronghold of Thor…" Guards stood at attention as an elder dwarf with long white hair and a long white beard to match walked up, he was garbed in a mixture of royal and military garments as a rich brown coat was adorned over him and over the rich golden and metal tunic that could be seen with a crown sitting upon his head. "King under the mountain. Mightiest of the Dwarf Lords."
The scene changed to the awe inspiring interior of the throne Room… Hall where a series of cat walks came together at the middle where the throne sat, attached under a large stalactite where large veins of gold shined in the light of the hall. Well sculpted Titanic drawven statues stood guard on all sides in the vast hall over looking the bridge to the throne, Gold was etched into them with Perfect craftmens ship that made them look like watchful sentries.
"Thror Ruled with Utter Surety… Never doubting his house would endure for his line laid secure in the lives of his son…" Walking up the bridge, an old drawf bearing strong resemblance to his elder with greyness begining to show on one half of his hair and facial hair. A large scar ran down his eyeless eye while a tattoo was shown running over his eye brows "And grandson." Next standing next to the throne was a much younger man then the two who looked to be in his young prime, Like the two a beard but much shorter then their long ones was present upon his face, covering and joining with the upper lip and under lip hairs.
He was Handsome in a rugged hard way with long black hair and steely blue eye's.
"Ah, Frodo. Erbor." The scene changed to present an underground Metropolis of grand design that no human architect or builder could ever hope to dream off, No civilisation in westeros could even come close to building such a thriving, and never ending vast city of gold and Marble that melds with spirring rocks and roofs of the mountain the dwarfs live in. "Built deep within the mountain itself The beauty of this fortress city was legend."
A grand collection of glamious gems and gold were being counted and sorted, such wealth made the Lannister's green with envy at seeing a vast forturne that ellipses theirs even as their saw the bottomless caveran where the gold ore imbeeded in the rock ran like great river stream "It's wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold Running like rivers through stone."
"The skill of the Dwarves was unequalled, Fashioning objects of great Beauty…" The dwarfen smiths hammered and molded the still hot metal in cooridinated strikes and great large hammers "out of diamond, emerald, Ruby and sapphire." And endless army of miners hooked onto harness's as they descended down, chiselling and mining at the rock around them "Ever they delved deeper down into the dark."
The camera focused on one lone dwarf striking into the bare rock where it crumbled away to reveal a jewel beyond the description of beauty and wondrous allure "And that is where they found it." The sole gem glowed like a star in the sunless cavern, radiating an unnatural light of awe.
"The heart of the mountain."
"The Arkenstone."
A name worthy of it as this sole stone that had the entirety of Westeros enchanted by it's presence that all dreamed of having it.
"Thror named it 'The king's Jewel.'" Above, embedded in the head of the throne, the Stone sat above his head glowing with great power and beauty "He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine."walking across the stone walkway to the throne, a company of five men taller then the dwarfs approuched "All would pay Homage to him. Even the great elven king, Thranduil."
The elven king was a man of great enchanting features that captivated the female's watching, he had hypnotising ocean blue eye's, fair pale skin, handsome features, pointed ears, and unique wooden caved crown that looked like or resembled the famous Gardner crown of the Gardner king in the olden days of the reach.
The unique wooden and flower tipped crown sat upon his pale blond hair that neatly dropped past back and front, he wore a rich True blue coloured Tunic that seemed lieki t was embodied with jewels at how the light reflected from it along with the popped collar.
Thranduil bowed his head in respect to the drawf king who returned in kind before motioning to the drawf next on the far left.
A lone drawf holding a chest in his hands approached the elves, he opened the chest before the elf king where a sudden shine of light emenated form out of the chest, Thranduil approaches, a bit hesitant until he saw the treasures inside and became overwhelm with the desire to have them as a look of greed washed over his face."As the great wealth of the Dwarves grew…" Inside was a great chest full of magnificent glowing gems and jewel that radiated the like a thousand stars.
"Their store of good will ran thin." Thranduil reached to touched them but as he did the Thror seemed amused by this until chest lid slammed closed before Thranduil could touch it. A look of wide eyed furry graced the elf king's features while a challenging glare marred that of dwarf king "No one knows exactly what began the rift."
"The elves say the Darves stole their treasure." Thranduil quickly put of smile that hid the raging anger and furry underneath it "The dwarves tell another tale." Without a word Thranduil turned his back and began to leave "They say the elf king refused to give them their rightful pay. It is sad, Frodo, how old alliances can be broken. How friendships between peoples can be lost."
"And for what?" Bilbo scoffed that a once great allieance could be so easily broken over the petty ownership of some jewels.
"Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in." day surrounded to the night over the fortress gate of Erabor.
Inside, a seemingly endless vast collection of golden objects and coins littered around "Thror's love of gold had grown too fierce." The dwarf king stood in the midest of his vast forturne, eyeing every part of it with a dark obsessive desire that over shadowed that of the mad kings desire of fire "A sickness had begun to grow within him."
From the shadows, his grandson Thorin watched with worrysome look at his grandfather's downfall into madness "It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrive's bad things will follow."
The scene opened up to another beautiful day in dale, as kite rode in the pleasant wind blowing through until all of a sudden the once mild breeze became a thunderious blast that rode though"The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the north." Tree's and branches moved from the great force blowing through "The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind."
At the great gate, Thorin raced up the steps with a few guardsmen, his face filled with alarm as he looked at the invisable force moving towards them "Bali, sound the alarm." Thorin said to the old dwarf who was confused as they ducked under a couple of flags that swiped around with the hurricane wind blowing through "Call out the guard. Do it now!" he commanded as he moved back from the wall.
"What is it?" Bali asked the prince.
"Dragon." He said, a single word that brought forth unimaginable fear in both them and the Westerosi who watched as horror graced his features before turned back to the interior of the gate and proclaimed "DRAGON!"
A monsterous roar rang through the air "He was a firedrake from the north." A rain of hot fire poured down upon the gate, Thorin quickly grabbed and pulled Bali behind the protection of the one of the walls.
"smaug… had come."
Hot ember's ate at the tree's near the Erabor gate as the camera panned on the city of dale where the dragons wraith soon turned to, Hot fire instantly disintegrated the airborne kites and the populous below look up in horror of the great beast above them.
The shadow of smaug washed over the city like a shadow of death as fire rained down upon the unsuspecting and chaotic city of men and dwarfs, Towers crumbled before the beast's might and power as the city was soon bathed in fire.
The people of westeros couldn't help but be in not only awe but in fear at the sight of terrifying power a dragon possesses, no engine of war or army was capable to achieving such mass destruction so quickly and so terrible.
However not all saw fear at the terrifying might that the dragon possessed… one pale haired Targaryen watched with glee at the symbol of his once great families power, destroy those less worthy of it like mere insects.
While the other Daenerys watched in horror and sadness of how a once peaceful and thriving city was now being reduced by Dragon who attacked without dismination, not even a child was spared the wraith of his flames.
She grew on tale of her family's mightiest creatures and was of course in awe of such being's but now seeing the utter power they possessed, she was now beginning to fear them.
"Such wanton death was dealt that day." Heart felt pity rang out to the defenceless people, as the sorrowful scene of homes destroyed and lives taken were eating at them as the scene of little girl no more then a child staring at them with dead look as fire raged all around her "For this city of men was nothing to Smaug."
"his eye was set on another prize." inside the city of Erabor, an army of dwarfs led by Thorin an with his blade and his father with his war hammer in hand. They mobilised to the main gate which was solid gold, the gate bent and dented as a large unseen force of the dragon attempted to break in.
"For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire." Thror Raced to his throne and pressed a button on the frame of the stone back that caused to the Arkenstone to drop from it's pedestal and into the Dwarf king's hands.
The gate broke with bits of wood and gold smashing in, Thorin cried out Dwarvish as the army of the dwarf kingdom prepared for battle, a large scaly hand clamped around the frame of the broken door before the entire front collapsed as the unseen beast bashed and stomped it's way through, trampling and burning the drawfs around it.
King Thror was running with the Arkenstone in hand but unfortuanately he ran into the wrong room as the dragon started to bury itself in the ocean of gold, further to his misforturne he sliped and fell to the ground with the Arkenstone slipping from his grasp and disappearing into the ocean of gold.
"No!" he cried out in dismay of the one object worth a kingdom, he crawled towards the raging piles of gold the Dragon was nestling in but was stopped by his grandson who grabbed and started to pull him away to safety.
"come on!"
The dwarfs flee'd as fast they could from they once great home "erebor was lost." "For a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives."
Thorin cried out as he helped many of his kin and people flee to safety from they now occupied home. "Run for your lives!" From off in the distance on the hill overlooking the road and destroyed gates to the now lost great kingdom was the amassed woodland elf army, standing ready, Thorin saw them and immediately called out to them"Ah! Help us!"
But his plea's for aid were unanswered as Thranduil looked down upon the Dwarf prince with *Why should he* look before turning around and leaving with his army "Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the Dragon. No help came from the Elves that day…" Dark unforgivable rage graced Thorin's face as he glared at the retreating Elven army "Nor any day since."
The once great People of Erebor wandered in a large herd through the vast murky land "Robbed of their homeland the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness. A once mighty people brought low." Thorin, walked at the head of the wandering nomads, leading them to wherever they go. "The young Dwarf Prince took work where he could find it. Labouring in the villages of men. But always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright. For he had seen dragon fire in the sky."
The scene changed to reveal the view in the moon light beneath the cover of branches that were slowly comused by the burn embers of fire that spread and covered the screen before the large shadowed structure of a dragon flew past "And a city turned to ash."
"And he never forgave…" Thorin striked the metal with his hammer with great emotion fuelling his every strike of the hot metal "And he never forgot."
An explosion of colour fire bursted in the night sky "Far away, in another corner of the world dragons were only make belief." Fire works exploded above the Hobbit homes of the shire where the Halfling's were partying.
And one familiar wizard in grey was lighting up another one for the children gathered around him "up they go!" he called out as the children cheered and chased after the small sparkling forms of butterfly's.
"A party trick conjured by wizards off mid-summers eve."
In the midst of this jolly eve a small child playfully jabbed and battled the wizard with his toy wooden sword"no more frightening then fairy dust."
"Bilbo!" his mother cried out as she rushed to stop her son's playful antics to wizard who was playing along with the happy child.
"And that, my dear Frodo is where I come in."
"Bilbo! Bilbo." The mother of the young Bilbo baggins arrived just as the playing had stopped before the scene changed back to the old Bilbo who smiled with nostalgia at one of the happiest memories of his life.
"it was the beginning of an unlikely friendship… That has lasted all my life."
"But it is not the start of my story. For me, it began…" the peace morning sun shined it's rays upon the many burrow homes of the shire "Well, it began as you might expect. In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit."
The camera then moves out of the room and slowly moves through the all, giving the westerosi a great look at the well decorated interior of the small sized oval halls under the dirt of the hills they're built into "Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a hobbit hole."
"And that means good food, a warm hearth…" from out of the one of the large circular doors was everyone's favourite hobbit Frodo, enjoying his apple. "And the comforts of home."
We follow Frodo as he exit's his uncle's home and was presented with the lush vast green lands as far as the eye can see on the cloudless sunny day. Frodo picked up the mail from the mail box and returned back inside to the warm comfort of his home before placing them on the desk in front of Bilbo "Thank you." The old hobbit said to his Nephew.
"what's this?" Frodo asked as he picked up the sketched portrait of his Uncle's younger days.
"That is private. Keep your stick paws off." Bilbo said as he snatched the paper from Frodo's hands and placed it back within the book he was working on, Frodo curious about what his uncle was doing leaned in closer to see but Bilbo closed the leathery cover on the book to hide what he was doing "It's not ready yet."
"not ready for what?"
"Reading." Bilbo carified as his nephew walked out of the room to the trunk full of the unique objects, he picked up what could be described as a helmet but it was much to big his head as he looked at it. Back with Bilbo he looked at the letter's his nephew brought in "what on earth are these?"
"Replies to the party invitations." Frodo said as he put back another item that he picked up from bilbo's trunk.
Utter excitement and joy graced the old withered face of the Halfling"AH! Good gracious. Is it today?" he asked as he jumped from his seat in excitement.
"They all say their coming. Except for the Sackville-Bagginses, who are demanding you ask them in person."
"Are they, indeed? Over my dead body." Bilbo scoffed as he moved past his nephew .
"They'd probably find that quite agreeable." Frodo quipped as he watched his uncle put a couple of their shining wears away and covering it "They seemed to think you have tunnels overflowing with gold."
"it was one small chest, hardly overflowing." he snorted "And it still smells of troll." He commented as he started to move and hide many objects of great value or personal, much to Frodo's confusion.
"What on earth are you doing?" Frodo asked as his uncle hid a small silver challace in a ceramic pot.
"Taking Precautions. You know I caught her making off with the silver once."
"Who?" Frodo asked, not knowing who his Uncle was talking about or cautious about that he needed to move every object, no matter how small or insignificant to steal.
"Lobelia Sackville-Baggins." He answered as he moved in to the kitchen "She had all my spoons stuffed in her pocket. Ha! Dreadful woman. Make sure you keep an eye on her after I'm… When I'm… when I'm…" he trailed off, a distant and blank look graced his wrinkled face.
"when you're what?" Frodo asked, sucpicious about his uncles recent behaviour leading up to this day.
"it's nothing. Nothing." Bilbo muttered before he moved into the next room.
Frodo slowly followed behind to see his uncle writing some new "you know, some people are beginning to wonder about, Uncle."
"huh?"
"They think you're becoming odd."
"Odd? Uh. Hm."
"unsociable."
Bilbo snorted at the accusation of him of all people being different then the average hobbit "unsociable, me? Nonsense. Be a good lad and put that on the gate." He said, handing the newly created sign to Frodo.
The scene changed to show Frodo nailing the paper to the front of the gate as Bilbo walked out and stretched in the light of the sun shining down upon his home.
"Do you think he'll come?" Frodo asked as he finished nailing in the last nail.
"Who?"
"Gandalf."
Bilbo gave out a chuckle as the old wizard was never late or absent for any event in the shire "Oh-ho. He wouldn't miss a chance to let off his Whizpoppers. He'll give us quite a show, you'll see."
"Right, then. I'm off." Frodo said as he move to leave but was stopped by his uncle.
"Off to where?"
"East-farthing woods. I'm going to surprise him."
"Well, go on, then. You don't want to be late." Bilbo dismissed him and watched with smile at Frodo's enthusiasm.
"He doesn't approve of being late. Oh,no. not that I ever was." The voice of Bilbo spoke as the camera slowly moved to show the pleasant day of the hobbit's before returning back to show him seating comfortably on a bench outside his home smoking from his pipe.
"In those days, I was always on time." His said as his body leaned back relaxingly against the bench "I was entirely respectable. And nothing unexpected… ever happened." Pulling the pipe from his mouth he opened it up and let out a small puff of smoke that took the form of an open ring that slowly flew into the air before him where words appeared before it.
An Unexpected Journey
-Westeros-
"By the mother's mercy."
The Lannister were feeling a great many things upon seeing the contents of the movie.
One of the main two emotions was Jealousy upon seeing the vast wealth of the Dwarfs of Erebor and their endless mine shaft with rivers of gold the like of which their own great mine did not possess, added by the enchanting and exquisite jewels that glowed and shined like the stars I the night sky.
The other emotion was fear. Fear of the terrible beast of destruction that was a dragon, Sidgel and once great mounts to the Targaryens that held the kingdoms together through fear and awe until the once great kings of the sky died and so too did their power. Slowly through the generations their power and authority died, for without their mounts they were no longer feared as they once were, keeping the realms together though a fragile method of alliance's through marriage to the paramount houses. as well as the alternative use of wildfire which was just destructive and unstable as dragons.
But now seeing the living incarnation of fire and destruction made them more afraid of what could happen should they return.
The Targaryens were feeling many things when seeing this.
For Viserys, the so called last true heir of the Iron and Throne and the Greatest Dynasty the world had ever seen was like excited little boy who was watching the best show ever. The white haired proclaimed king of the seven kingdoms was much like his father in the fascination of the dragon and the destructive awesome power that his ancestors once possessed and desire such power all the same.
His Sister Deanarys on the other hand was feeling sympathetic and mournful to the once peaceful inhabitants who didn't deserve to have their lives and loved ones destroyed in such a way, and was feeling afraid rather then in awe and glee like her brother, for she saw not the might and power of a dragon in the light of beauty but rather in the shadow of fear and realisation that her fellow westerosi below her were feeling, she saw the unforgiving and indiscriminate power of fire in it's purest and unstoppable form.
The starks like Deanarys and many other sympathetic people were feeling for the people who had just lost everything that mattered to them all the while memories of what happened to their kin, Lord Eddard's brother and father death at the hands of the Mad king surfaced as the images of fire came about.
Robert for once wasn't boasting or devouring the assortment of beverages and snacks he had accumulated around him in favour of looking at the screen in silent awe of what he just saw.
at first the king of the seven kingdoms was boastful and loud of his opinion of the dwarfs great wealth over the Lannisters that in his own words *Made those blonde shits look like Rayne's* when compared to the great and vast fortune of the dwarfs before it turned to still horror at the atrocity the dragon did upon the city of men and the great kingdom of Erebor. Robert knew full well the power of what dragons possessed, The legend and tells foretold of their power before their demise when the last died giving birth to clutch.
It was in times like this that he was thankful that the Targaryens were dragons were dead and gone, otherwise the war would've gone differently.
I hope you all enjoyed this fic of my newly created Westeros movie night.
Again I apologise for the delay but I am working on other fics and this one will take longer then the others along with other events that require my up most attention.
I have been working on a new fic for my Age of Terror and have made the trailer close to what it's going to have and made it into sort of like a movie trailer where the people of westeros react to it.
I hope you all enjoy it.
-Omake Age of Terror Reign of the Night Trailer-
An imageVeiwer Production.
The scene opened up to show the men of the nights watch led by Commander Mormont march through a dead and dense fogy land with the only source of light being Mormont's Torch as he led the men.
"You are far from Home Night brother" A deep inhuman tone spoke, sending spine chilling fear through the population of westeros who heard it.
"Show yourself monster." The gruff voice of lord commander Jeor Mormont called out to being.
He signalled his men to stop as he saw something in the distance, The camera took over and slowly moved towards the thing he was looking to see the back of a woman… or what could be described as a woman as an unnatural pale glow radiated off of her along with the distorted sounds she seemed to be making.
When the camera was close enough she quickly turned around and let out a paralysing screech from her dead wide mouth.
Jeor stepped back with fear at the horrifying sight of the creature before him before further howls and scream caught his attention as he turned around just in time to see limbs, rotted or skeletal bursting from the ground around them.
The army of the dead came from all side and slowly swarmed over the men of the Watch, Jeor was the first to fight, using his one handed crossbow he shot one of the skeletons with the bolt sending the walking frame of bones back to the ground dead once more.
From within the mist, a being that brought forth unimaginable fear and memories of the stories of the long night as they saw the dead pale form of man with blood red eye's, he was garbed in dark bat or dragon themed armour as the chest plate was designed like a dragon's wing with a webbed collar. In his hands was one large greatsword with a jagged blade like design made for maiming or drawing blood with the crossguard bing a half a human skull with two protruding fangs extending from it's piercers with two mini dragon wings protruded from both side's of the skull before the handle. "I am here Mortal." The deep cold words left his pale lips before he advanced with an army of undead terror beside him, Wraiths, wobbling zombies and stumbleing skeletons that moved onto the surrounded men of the night's watch "And I bring you're end."
The camera moved up to show the vast wilderness of the North behind the wall "For the North will fall…" the screen then flew over the many keeps of the north, passing moat Cailin and the swamp lands of the neck before reaching the crownlands where the army of kinglanding marched through the streets and occupying the wall where a vast army of armoured undead, unimanginable monsters and siege weapons made of bone and dark magic.
"And the rest of your pathetic cities will follow." The night horde advanced upon kingslanding, skeletons in dark and rusty armour marched on the city with goriest and horrifying nightmarish cratures.
The men of kingslanding tried to repel the undead horde as wildfire was thrown from the Trebuchets and hit a few of the skeletal legions but it did not deter them or hit the hulking bat like beast leading the still advancing horde.
Back with night watch, Jeor Mormont was cutting down as many of the risen corpses as best as he could before turning around to see the inhuman being slowly stride through the raging slaughter with smirk plastered on his face "All those that oppose me will die…" two crows came at him but were cut down easily "And rise again as my puppets." The siege towers and ladders assaulted the walls, the brave men of Lannister's and Gold cloaks manned the wall but were unprepared as the undead army swarmed through them like a tide of death.
"The undead fear nothing." The creature walked through the massacre, killing all those that came at him.
One of the large beasts broke through the gate and charged at the unsullied awaiting it, from the sky's Deanery's and drogon flew down, the mighty dragon let loose a blast of his breath that crashed into the beast, felling it before it could reach the spears of the Unsullied who braced for the ravenous horde swarming through the gate.
However as Daenerys and her dragon flew over the warring siege, from out of the thick bank of clouds a Monstrous shriek rang through the air followed by an abomination of ripped flesh and fire as the rotting flying corpse of what was once a dragon flew after the pair.
The skinned monstrosity was twice the size of Drogon and just as easily caught the alpha dragon in it's maw causing the Last Targaryan to fall to her death.
Jeor aimed his crossbow at the approaching monster but his arrow didn't hit him on the accounting of a skeleton shambling in the way and taking the bolt, being simply smirked at Jeor's pitiful attempt before bearing his fangs at him with a swarm of bats flying past them "Where are thy Allies? Hiding within their mountains?"
The scene changes to the Vale of Arryn before showing a horde of rotting zombies in vast numbers slowly waddling towards the Knights of the vale who unleashed every ranged weapon's they had, from catapults to arrows but it did little to thin their vast numbers down as they were slowly being cornered in.
"For the dark is my realm, the grave my throne." They were about to fall back when from behind drops a bat like creature, larger then a mammoth and as pale a death that let out a cringing screech from it's razor sharp mouth.
Back with Jeor, the night commander was surrounded by skeleton spearmen who had him cornered and outnumbered, accepting the grim fate before him he lowered his sword in defeat "Yet you have much to fear." from behind Mormont the being walked out from behind him and spoke the deep inhuman words "For I am the true and rightful ruler of this world." One of the skeleton bashed his spear into Jorah's leg forcing him to the ground on his knee's before the creature who stood in front of him with his back to the corspes of his once night watch brother "Thyn brave corpse's will make a fine addition to my army."
An ethereal glow radiated off of the man as he raised his arms and suddenly the dead behind and all around began to rise from the ground.
Age of Terror Reign of the Night.
Coming soon
-Westeros room-
Back in the cinema Room, the air was filled with horror and terror as what was displayed before them.
Of the startling revelation that such a unnatural force commanding an army not seen since the long night with powers and monstrosities that were unimaginable.
"By the seven!" one voice breathed out in fear followed by another.
"By the old gods." Eddard stark whispered in dread as he and his fellow lords, both Northern and southern saw the rise of ancient and dismissed legend that made their blood freeze with fear.
The creature who commanded such terrible power was pale but not as pale as a white walker but still pale enough to be dead with eye's burning like pools of blood.
But what was more terrifying was that this creature was back at their home, leading a siege upon their very castles.
"What was that?!" Robert yelled out followed by many others who stood up from their seats in fright over the horrible force back in their lands, many pushed and shoved their way to get out and return back to their homes to try and combat this evil that was advancing on their homes.
However they were unable to leave due to the doors being locked.
"Alright everyone. Calm down." Spoke their host who tried to calm them down but to little success.
Tywin Lannister one of the many people trying to leave so he could prepare the defences of Casterly Rock only for his exit to be locked. The old lion rounded on the voice keeping them entrapped within this place while their home is being threatened "Calm Down!? There is evil creature assaulting our homes and you want us to calm down?"
"It's not real!" The entity stressed out, finally getting everyone's attention as they all stopped what they were doing to look to the ceiling, waiting to hear what he was about to say "Well… it is, it's just not happening you're world."
"Explain." Ned said.
"What you've just watched is happening in a copy of you're world where such a creature exist's." The being tried to explain the fundimentals of Parallel worlds to people who's culture is medieval in terms of both technology and edict.
"Soo… we're not being attack?"
"Not by that thing at least." He muttered "But you needn't worry, the time you spend here is not affected by the time of your world." The lords and lady's, even the measter's were confused by what he was saying.
The being sighed as he now had to carefully explain the time difference from their world and his "… time basically stopped in your world the very moment you were brought here… so everything and anything that you were doing hasn't changed one bit. So relax and enjoy that is to come as you stay here."
Slowly but surely everyone returned to their seats and slowly relaxed to watch more of what the being had for them.
but still the knowledge that such a creature of such power and command existed in a parallel world of their's still haunted their minds, the dense and sufforating silence was broken as Ned stood up and looked up to the ceil "What was that creature?" his fellow lords, including the southern all nodded as they too wanted to know what kind of monster they all just saw.
"A Vampire." the entity answer before explaining "A creature that was once a mortal man until he was cursed with Vampirism, ending his once human life where he was reborn into his undead one. They are creatures that are... undead, they die to become immortal lifeless creatures that feasts upon the blood's of mortal men to sasitate their thirst and spread their curse."
While the thought of immortality rang in the air for the southern and somewhat northern lords, the fact still remained that such beings resembled already one known creature that was just as feared"You mean... like white walkers?"
"In a way. In fact, how many of you know of the Night's king of the night's fort?"
