AN: Okay, let us get right into this Avatar/ASOIAF Fusion fic. Hope you enjoy. Last time we spent the chapter learning history, now we look at the modern day.
TYTOS BLACKWOOD
RIVERLANDS-MAIDENPOOL
King Robert's Master of Spirits entered the village and was met by the local lord.
"Lord Mooton. I trust that this is truly urgent." Tytos Blackwood said as he dismounted his steed. If this had been simply a visit between two vassals under the same lord, then he may have been more jovial. But as it stood, his time was precious enough already. A false request would be too costly. And he would make sure it was paid.
"I am afraid it is. I figured calling you out here would be the best, seeing as you are the King's own head of all this spirit business." William Mooton answered.
Tytos nodded. He would have to judge it for himself. "So, what can you tell me about this issue? I believe the message spoke about strange occurrences in your famous pool?"
"Aye. Jonquil's Pool. I haven't seen it myself, you know, us men are normally barred from entering without just cause. But my daughter told me that the water suddenly turned dark red. It turned back to normal, only for it to turn brown the next day." William explained.
"I see." Tytos said as they walked to the bathhouse in question. However, they were not alone. Already in front of the building, were a dozen Septas from the local chapter that maintained the bathhouse.
Upon seeing the two men approach, the eldest of the Septa's, old enough to be Tytos' grandmother, stood straight and approached the two lords.
"Lord Mooton. We have already told you, no man is allowed inside. Jonquil's Pool is under our care, so let us expel these vile spirits."
"Mother Petra." Lord Mooton greeted, exasperation evident in his tone. "You have had a week to solve it, and nothing has changed. It is past time to ask for someone with experience in dealing with such matters."
"If you truly think so, why ask this man? Why not get a Septon to remove the demon infesting this sacred place. Or perhaps the True Master of Spirits?"
Tytos grinded his teeth at that part. He had been spending too much time with Stannis, as the Master of Ships was more than willing to get him a boat to cut travel time whenever possible.
The True Master of Spirits. One of the greatest blunders of the Targaryen Dynasty.
Ever since Avatar Aegon, the office of Master of Spirits has existed. And since then, it has been the most contested position. The reason for this: The Old Gods. Almost everyone to hold this post was a worshipper of the Old Gods of the forests, as part of their beliefs involved the spirits of nature and how to appease them. In contrast, the Faith of the Seven and the New Gods were almost the opposite. Many of them viewed Spirits as the invaders of Mankind's world. That they had no business being in the physical realm at all. Only the Seven Gods were willing to put humanity under their protection, in exchange for fealty to them and no other god or spirit.
The Faith complained about the office a lot, but Aegon would not budge, believing the North and others who kept the Old Ways would be best to handle it, as well as give them a reason to connect with the other kingdoms. It had kept a Northerner involved in the South for most of their rule. Keeping the North, with its vast differences, a vital part of the Iron Throne.
That is, until Baelor the Blessed had the bright idea to banish his brother's Master of Spirits, name the High Septon to the post as 'The True Master of Spirits', and then write a law stating that the post could only be held by the High Septon.
Really, was there any wonder why twelve High Septons died violently to spirits under Baelor's reign?
Luckily, the way Baelor wrote the law allowed the office of Master of Spirits to exist separately from the Faith, so long as the High Septon got to be referred to as "The True." A minor cost, but one the Faith wanted to get more out of. As such, they would attempt many spiritual resolutions using their own methods, and while they did have some success, far more failures occurred. Whenever they did, the King's Appointed cleaned up their mess.
But no one ever listened to those. Instead they simply bragged about their triumphs.
In the end, all it did was make Tytos and all his predecessor's duties harder.
Tytos got back to reality just as Lord Mooton calmed the Septa and her sisters down.
"If Lord Tytos can solve our issue, then there is no reason for us to deny him. Besides, the High Septon is quite busy. He can hardly be expected to leave the Capital whenever there is an issue." Lord Mooton tried to explain.
In the end, they were able to pacify the Septas. And Tytos was allowed to walk in, though they did glare at him, and he could have sworn that the stone his foot hit had risen from Earthbending.
He walked into the room of the pool that gave the town its name. The water appeared to be clear for now, but it could change at any moment.
Tytos stood by the edge of the pool. He could feel the pull and pull of the water, even if non waterbenders would consider the water still. He kneeled down, and began his address.
"Spirits that have come to inhabit these waters, there has been conflict between you and those mortals that call this land their home. For this reason, I Tytos, of House Blackwood, was sent in order to broker peace. Please, let us speak, so that we can come to an agreement without conflict."
Tytos kept his head bowed and his eyes closed. He had been in his post for near a decade, and he had studied for years before it. He knew that deference to spirits was the best way to show peaceful intentions. Many spirits were prideful, or took offense to minor insults.
He felt the water move, as a shape came out of it, water pouring off of it and back into the pool. But he did not hear the splashes that should accompany someone getting out of the water.
"Why have you come? You are not one of the ones who have drawn my ire." A woman's voice asked.
"By the authority of the king, I am the bridge between spirits and man for the land. I may not be the Avatar, but I have done my best to keep the balance." Tytos explained, dropping further down. The mention of the Avatar was unavoidable, but the chance remained that the Spirit may have a dim view of someone else interfering.
"Speak then, Tytos of Blackwood. Stand and look at me. Tell me, why have these women constantly disrupted my slumber?"
Tytos opened his eyes and rose up to his feet. He had the spirit's permission. Now he could speak openly about what must be done.
He looked at the figure before him. Standing on top of the water, was a woman with blue skin, and green hair that flowed down into the water. Her skin reflected the light coming in through the windows.
'A Naiad. Either a Gwragedd Annwn or a Limnad. Probably the latter.' Tytos identified the spirit. He had expected as much. And he had a fairly good guess as to which spirit it was.
"I thank you for your consideration. If I may, would you perhaps be the Jonquil this pool is named after?" He asked.
"Aye. Though it has been so long since I have been referred to as such. Or even just been awake." The Naiad replied, confirming Tytos' idea.
"Were you a spirit back then as well? Or did you become a spirit due to the legend?" Tytos asked. There was precedent for it, a human soul would be unable to fully pass on, and its emotions and memories would seep into the land connected with them, turning them into spirits as well, though they made up an insignificant minority of the spirits in the world. It was said a similar situation had helped the Avatar connect to their past lives, but it would not always be the case.
"I am as I have always been." Jonquil replied. "But it was for the love of but one human that I allowed these intrusions to happen. But now it is too often. I can not rest when nearly every day, my waters get disrupted."
Tytos nodded. "If the legends that have been passed down hold even a grain of truth, then your Florian was truly a great man."
"He was more than just a man." Jonquil agreed. "He was the Avatar. The first one born in Westeros after Brandon brought spirits and bending to this new plain."
'Add that to the history books.' Tytos noted. 'On second thought, my private notes. If Robert sees me writing good information about the Avatar, he will have my head and give it to those Bracken fuckers. No, Varys probably reads my notes. I'll just keep that information to myself.'
"I understand that. He was a truly great figure, especially if he made you so lenient to us. But here, it is knowledge of you that has prevailed. The reason women and girls come here to bath is the hope that you will bless them. Give them aid with their own love and families. There was a queen, over two hundred years ago, who was barred from bathing in your pool, as those in charge of it thought she would taint it. When she lost her babe, she said your water's touch could perhaps have saved him. Such is the reverence we have for you. If they knew they were causing you trouble, I am sure they would cease it and seek ways to apologize." Tytos explained.
"I see. But your words are all I have to go by. How do I know you speak them truly?" Jonquil asked, some doubt clear in her voice.
"My words are all that I can offer for now. But if there is anything I can do to make them reality, then it is my duty to do so." Tytos explained. "You said your issue was how often they enter your waters. Would you be okay with a singularly large group over a short period of time? Perhaps a day or two?"
Jonquil was silent for a moment. Tytos worried that he would have to escape if things turned bad. Not every spirit could be pacified by talk, and Tytos had just recently recovered from his last spirit battle. Before he could think of how to run or fight, Jonquil answered.
"It is hard for me to fall asleep after being awoken. But after I awake, I have no issue with staying for a while."
Tytos almost grinned. This was a success. "Once a moon then. For two days, maidens shall be allowed to bathe in these waters. The rest of the moon, you may rest as you please." He offered.
"That...is acceptable." Jonquil said after a moment's hesitation. "Though I would feel more inclined if the Avatar were to declare it."
"I am afraid such is not possible." Tytos said, nervousness at what he was about to say evident. "You have slept for a long time. And even then, you have not heard much beyond your pool. I am afraid that the last Avatar, Rhaegar, was his name, perished while in the Avatar State. Some believe he managed to get out of it before he took his last breath, but many believe the line ended with him. I am terribly sorry to inform you of it."
"I see… Jonquil said. Her blue skin seemed to fade for a second before returning. "Florian was not the last Avatar I knew. Several had come to me over the milenia. Often to renew Florian's vows to me. I could speak to him through them. It saddens me to know that it may never happen again." She said, tears seeming to form, but it was hard to tell if that was intentional, or if it was because she was already dripping.
"If my news has upset you, I apologize." Tytos offered. Jonquil was upset. This could undo their deal.
"No, it is alright. I will mourn for Florian and his reincarnations. He would not have wanted me to be upset. And hope that you are wrong." Jonquil said. "As for our deal, it is done. But if it is breached, I will return."
With that, she sank quickly into the pool once again.
Tytos turned, and exited the Maiden Pool. He had to explain the arrangements to Lord Mooton and the Septas. They would not be happy. Much of the town's wealth and trade came from noble maidens coming to the Pool.
"Could have gone worse." He muttered to himself, remembering his predecessor's fate. "Could have gone far worse."
His status as Master of Spirits was a great boon to House Blackwood. But perhaps he should start looking for any who should replace him. A prepared replacement would be good for the Throne. Spirits in general had become more agitated over the last decade. There had been times of strain in the past, but nothing this long lasting.
Tytos felt a treasonous thought enter his mind. One he immediately tried to slay, but failed.
If this was a result of Rhaegar's death, then had the Rebellion truly been just? He had fought alongside the Tullys to protect them from the Mad King, but was killing the Avatar really necessary?
He finally slew that thought as he stepped outside.
'What is done is done. We can not change it. All we can do is live with it and adapt. Go with the flow.'
ROBB
WINTERFELL- Training Yard
"Alight Robb, ready?" Ser Rodrick asked as Robb stood in the middle of the training yard.
A summer snow had brought a small blanket onto the yard.
Behind him, Theon stood smirking. In front of him, Jon had a serious look on his face.
Above, his Mother and Father were looking down from a balcony.
"As ready as I will ever be." Robb said, taking a deep breath.
"Very well then." Rodrick said. "Begin!"
Jon wasted no time. Jumping into a run, he raised his right arm, and the snow rose and turned to water with it. While Jon stopped, the water kept charging forward at Robb.
He ducked to the right, letting the water sail past his head. He then turned with it and took the water under his own control. He split off a chunk of it and hurled it at Theon, before the older boy could start his own attack. Theon was surprised and forced to jump backwards, but it would not buy Robb much time.
Turning back to Jon, who was preparing another strike, Robb spread the water out in front of him, calling more from the snow around him, and freezing the whole thing. A small wall of ice protected Robb, but it was not thick enough to survive more than a single serious blow.
Jon sent another whip of water out, but as it approached, it suddenly curved as Robb overpowered his half brother's control. He refroze it, and sent it flying back.
Robb was about to move to the offensive, when he found his ankle suddenly got cold. A look down and he saw a small cuff of water had surrounded it, and before he could react he had been yanked backwards, falling onto his stomach as Theon pulled him towards him.
Robb could not overpower Theon's water rope from this position. But he could use the snow on the ground. He had it jump up, severing the singular rope like a knife cut, breaking Theon's control, causing the water to fall back on the ground.
Using the moment to get back on his feet, Robb took a quick look. Theon was still reeling back from the surprise of his move failing, and Jon was staying back, watching.
He was about ten feet from the small wall of ice he had made. Theon was about fifteen feet from him, and Jon was farthest at over thirty.
It was just as Robb thought about this that Jon began to run forward.
Robb took a risk, and ran towards him as well. He reached the ice wall first, and added more ice to it to reinforce it. Jon appeared to prepare to redirect whatever water Robb wanted to send his way.
Instead, Robb planted his feet firmly in the ground, and punched his own wall, sending it hurtling towards Jon like a boulder. Jon was not prepared for a solid attack. He managed to turn it to water, but was still struck by it, pushing him back. Robb rushed forward, adding more water, and not letting Jon recover. He was pushed all the way to one of the Castle's walls.
"Jon, you're out!" Rodrick announced. Robb stopped his attack and was about to turn to face Theon when he felt a blast of Water strike his shoulder.
Rather than try to hold his ground, Robb let himself be pushed, while leaning all of his weight away, until he was perpendicular to Theon's stream of water. Now out of the way, Robb ran forward to the older boy.
Theon may be older, but he still had one major flaw. His pride. He had been taught the basics of Waterbending, but was adamant about learning the Iron Island's style, rather than the North's. Which meant he was less experienced at converting snow and ice. He could do it, as any waterbender could. But he was less skilled at it than Robb. It was why he had faced Jon first, he knew Theon could be ignored for a few seconds.
Robb placed his hands under the stream just as Theon stopped it. He grabbed the section above his hands, taking it under his control, and freezing it. He then launched it forward at Theon. When the Ironborn went to dodge it, Robb rose the snow at his feet, turning it to ice and causing Theon to trip onto his stomach. Robb summoned more water to rise from the snow and enveloped and froze his arm, until it formed a lance around his arm. Before Theon could rise up, the Ice Lance was pointing at the back of his neck.
"STOP!" Ser Rodrick called out.
Robb let the ice unfreeze and fall to the ground.
Jon had stood to the side since he had been defeated. As Theon struggled to get up, Robb unfroze him and helped him up.
He then turned first to Ser Rodrick, then to his Father and Mother.
Normally, as Lord of Winterfell, the decision would rest solely on his Father. But, for all his accomplishments, Eddard Stark had not been born a bender. Instead, he relied on the opinions of his Captain of the Guard and Wife.
Catelyn looked at her son, and slowly a smile grew on her face. "I believe he is ready enough for the test."
"Aye." Rodrick said. "It will take a month or so for the Masters to choose and come, we can use that time to clean him up, but he should be ready as he is now."
He turned back to his Father. Bender or not, it was still his decision.
"...Send the Ravens." Eddard Stark declared. "Robb Stark is ready to be judged by the Masters."
Robb felt himself start to laugh at the news. Soon, he would prove himself to the Northern Water Masters, and have himself declared among their ranks. At Four and Ten, he was the youngest to be judged in the North since Aegon's conquest.
"All right." Ser Rodrick said, "Go and get inside. Take some time to rest. If you think your training was hard before this, you'll be pushed far harder in the coming days."
Robb and the others went inside to the Great Hall. Their sparring match had made them all hungry.
"Was that an Earthbending move?" Jon asked. "Wasn't expecting you to be so straightforward."
Robb shrugged. "Ice Bending by itself is dealing more with a solid substance than Waterbending. Figured I could copy it and throw you off. It worked."
"Might not want to show that to the Masters." Theon said. "These older benders are set in their ways. They may not look kindly to 'perverting' the ancient techniques."
Despite his greater age, Theon himself was ineligible to take the Northern Master Test. He would have to take one with the Lords of the Iron Island. If not for being a ward, he would have taken them years ago.
"Good luck Robb. I know you can do it." Jon offered his support. "The youngest Waterbending master in the North."
"A pity you won't be taking your own." Theon said. "You still plan on wedding the Wall Snow? Share a wife with your Uncle and a hundred other men?"
"The Wall is an honorable duty. And the Husbands of Khione have stood on it for thousands of years. Plenty of Starks and Kings have served with honor."
"My point. You're just settling for the same hole that has been used for thousands of years. And so many better men have already given her joy. You will just disappoint her. Bad for the both of you." Theon said with a laugh.
"Quiet Greyjoy." Jon grumbled out.
"C'mon you two. That's enough of that." Robb said, trying to remove the growing tension between his two companions. "We have enough work to do already. If you think I'm not gonna use you two for training, you got another thing coming."
Their talk was suddenly interrupted by Bran, who was launched by a burst of air and passed them, chased by Arya.
"We should probably keep them from killing each other." Jon noted. Wordlessly, the three boys joined Arya in chasing the sole Airbender in the family.
VISERYS
MYR- FLAMEWING
"... Dragon Blade. FireFang. Ember Storm." Viserys muttered to himself as he took a break from dealing with the requests and possible contracts. He stared out a window, watching the city go about its usual business.
"It's been three years. Bit late to be worried about your company's name." A voice spoke up, grabbing Viserys attention.
The Rightful King of Westeros turned. It was one of his officers, a nonbender who rose through the ranks on pure merit. He had saved Viserys's own life several time over.
"Bronn? To what do I owe this sudden visit?" Viserys asked, his hands getting warmer as he spoke.
Viserys had no illusions about loyalty. Bronn had saved him many times, but that was because he paid him. Anyone willing to pay more could easily turn Bronn, depending on if the money was worth the risk. He had learned that in the early days, at the cost of some genuinely loyal soldiers.
'Unlikely though. If he wanted me dead, he could have just attacked while my back was turned.' Viserys thought. 'Gotta keep an eye on my surroundings. Can't just fall into my mind.'
Bronn gave no sign of being hostile- to a fellow sellsword at least. A normal person would look at Bronn and think he was prepared to rampage, but after years Viserys had learned to distinguish honest hostility and reflexive defense. Bronn's hands were on his sword, it would be easy enough for him to swing it out. But his wrist was too relaxed. He was ready to defend, to respond, but not to launch himself forward.
"Don't get me wrong, It's been nice being a part of a company, but that last battle was too much risk for my small cut. If I want to enjoy my gold, I will need to be more selective, not just do whatever job you assign."
Viserys nodded in understanding. "You wish to break your contract with us?"
"That's right. Got enough to head back to Westeros, maybe get into a lord's good grace. Less danger, more steady income. You know how it is."
"I see." Viserys said. "I don't suppose you could at least advise me on your replacement?"
"Afraid not much off the top of my head. That Daario guy is the best I could think of. He is the one that came from the Storm Crows after the Second Sons wiped them out." Bronn said, giving an honest answer.
Sellsword companies often refought the same battles over and over. But every once in a while there would be a shake up. Apparently some angry spirits had attacked the Stormcrows on the eve of a battle between them and the more ancient Second Sons. The Crows pushed them back, but Brown Ben Plumm had taken advantage to launch an early attack. Of the five hundred crows, only about two hundred and twenty survived. They had split up and then gotten absorbed into other Companies. Viserys had managed to snag Daario, the highest ranked survivor, as well as some benders of each element.
The only reason Daario was not already an officer was because some blamed him for the Stormcrow's defeat. That he had angered the spirit, or else done something to help Ben Plumm. Viserys thought it better to watch him first before entrusting him with a command again.
"Perhaps. I will have to figure it out later. But I suppose congratulations are in order. You are the first one to leave Flamewing without having to die." Viserys said, sitting down. "Though you do know that just means that you will eventually be under me again, if you go to Westeros."
"You have to actually conquer it first. No offense 'Your Grace' but your no Aegon. Even without the whole Avatar thing, you got no dragons." Bronn pointed out. "You got about six hundred men, almost even split between benders and not. Most of whom are just with you for the gold. I like you, you're a fun drinker, but you gotta understand that the rest will turn on you if you send them off to die for no reason other than your pride. I would if I was in their place."
"I know that." Viserys said. He was painfully aware of the hurdles in front of him. "But the Usurper is not exactly the most popular either. Sure, Robert is a great warrior, no one would deny that, but his obsession with the Avatar puts him at odds with many houses. Half of Westeros' lords claim descent or kinship with one Avatar or another. And if what my spies from the Capital say, his son Joffrey will make them yearn my Father's reign. And if it is true he is the only bender among his siblings, that will not bode well for the Baratheons."
Bronn nodded. "Well then, tell you what, if you do attack Westeros, and it looks like you got a decent chance. Perhaps I can talk to whoever employs me to swing to your side." He offered. "Though it would cost you."
"I'd be disappointed if it didn't." Viserys laughed. "Before you go, one last job. Or rather, your first as an individual."
Viserys turned to one letter he had started writing. He quickly finished it, before picking up some wax and heating his hand enough to melt it on. He pressed his ring with the symbol of Flamewing- The Targaryen sigil, but reversed- and sealed it. He handed it to Bronn, along with a bag of silver.
"A fortnight's pay up front, and a month's when you deliver this letter to Illyrio Mopatis' Manse. No need to bring a reply back." Viserys explained.
Bronn stood up and plucked it from his hand, as well as the bag of silver.
"Stags?" Bronn noted.
"Figured you would appreciate the Westerosi money." Viserys explained. "So, do you accept?"
"Aye." Bronn said. "Simple enough."
The now independent Sellsword stood. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye."
"Aye." Viserys said. "The next time we meet, you will be bowing to me. Keep your word, and perhaps that will earn you a keep of your own."
"...It will be worth it if it does." Bronn said before turning around and leaving.
Viserys took a breath as Bronn left. As he did, he felt a voice whisper in his mind. He turned his attention to his office, in order to ignore it.
The personal office Viserys used was relatively large and filled with various reminders of Viserys' past. A shield with the Targaryen sigil, a few decorative or hidden weapons in case of an emergency, and of course some scrolls Ser Willem Darry had managed to salvage from Dragonstone before they left for Essos. Those Scrolls were all Viserys had to go by for training when he was younger. When Ser Willem had died, and they had been thrown out, Viserys had managed to grab the scrolls again. Those scrolls had taught Viserys when no one else could, and Danaerys as well.
The voice persisted.
"Don't let him leave. Or send a message to have Illyrio kill him. He has seen you fight. He will sell you out to the Usurper."
'Plenty of people have seen me fight.' Viserys reminded himself. 'Both allies and foes who survive. Killing Bronn would do me no good, but save a payment.'
"He can reveal your secrets to your enemies. He can come back and stab you in the back. He must die."
'Enough.' Viserys thought.
He turned his attention to a lit candle on his desk. There was plenty of light from the windows, so it was not needed. Except for occasions like this.
Viserys took a deep breath. The light of the candle started to die down, until it was only an ember. He breathed out, and the fire returned, burning higher than it should.
Breath in, fire dies.
Breath out, Fire revives.
This was how Viserys calmed down. Ser Willem Darry had taught it to him. It was meant to just be a breathing exercise, but it also helped clear Viserys mind and focus on a single point.
The voice faded as his mind focused solely on the candle. He stopped, and went back to going over the offers for work. A sellsword company needed work, and he needed the sellsword company to prove himself and gather money and possible allies.
One was a request from Slaver's Bay to act as security for when the Dothraki brought in new slaves to train. Normally the Unsullied would be enough for such a common occurrence, but last moon three Khals had died and their hordes dispersed, and three was fear over whether their new Khals would cause trouble. Normally Viserys stayed out of Slaver's Bay, but the price being offered was nothing to dismiss outright.
Another offer was from Bravos. Some pirates had been interfering with the trade, so a request was sent out for any Waterbenders to deal with them. Viserys may be able to spare a few of his. It wouldn't pay as much as if the whole company went, but it was something. Give the fighters a larger cut, and put the rest towards gear and training.
The Brave Companions were also on the move in the disputed lands. They only numbered a hundred or so, but their ferocity was not to be ignored. Going against them would be dangerous. The offer itself was from a rich merchant in Lys. Apparently they had killed his son. The reward was almost as high as the Slaver's Bay offer, but it would likely be the most dangerous. Not just fighting them off, but managing to kill Vargo and present his head would almost double the payment. Flamewing outnumbered them greatly. There was also the fact that taking out the Bloody Mummers would give them more prestige, meaning better job offers.
'Well then.' Viserys thought. 'Looks like we will be going Goat hunting.'
AN: And it is done!
As you can see, this chapter has greatly introduced the larger world and the differences.
First up: Master of Spirits. With the Spirit World existing, of course the King would have someone to handle it. If an Avatar is around, they have an easier time. But, without it, Tytos is getting more work than he should. Also a strain with the Faith. I figured the spirits would be more appreciative of the nature based Old God worship.
Next up, you are probably wondering about this 'Husbands of Khione.' business. I plan on taking mythology or stories from several sources in order to expand on the Spirit World. We never really got much info on them in the main Avatar series. The idea is basically those who voluntarily take the Black, as well as criminals who honestly reform are considered married to Khione, a lesser known nymph/goddess of Snow in Greek Mythology. If you want to know what she looks like, I figured Olivier Armstrong would work. Maybe a bit paler. But she is a spirit linked to humanity, and has guarded the Wall along with them.
In other news, Robb the young prodigy is taking a Northern test to be declared a Master. His prowess in combat makes him the youngest to do so in centuries.
For the record: Robb, Jon, and Sansa are all Waterbenders. Bran and Rickon are Airbenders. And Arya is a nonbender. Bran and Rickon take after Ned's mother in bending. So did Benjen.
And Finally, Viserys, as a Firebender, put his skills to use in order to join, and then form his own Sellsword company. It is smaller than a Westerosi army, but it is far more than he had in canon. Bronn was a part of it, but decided to go solo and back to Westeros.
Next chapter we get to the capital, and probably will get to actually start the plot.
Hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Stay safe and I wish you luck in all your future Endeavors.. See you all next chapter.
Jaehaerys Joestar