Author's Note: Sorry about the status sections, I'm trying to keep them short, but informing.
Character Information
Name: Eddard Stark | Level: 2 {250/750}
Race: Human
Job: Knight | Fatigue: 0
Title: Lord of Winterfell & Warden of the North
HP: 200
MP: 5
Strength: 10 | Vitality: 10
Agililty: 10 | Intelligence: 15
Sense: 10
Remaining Status Points: 9
Active Quests:
{The King is Dead, Long Live the King} (Main Quest)
[King Aerys II has been slain by Jaime Lannister, and Rhaegar Targaryen has been slain by Robert Baratheon without knowing that the trueborn prince still lives. If the Usurper King learns of the prince's whereabouts, not only will the prince's life be in danger, but also those that protect him. You must ensure that the prince is protected until he comes of age and decides who he wishes to be.]
Inactive Quests:
{Legacy of Fire} (Side Quest)
[Dragon eggs are rare and valuable for many purposes. However Dragons have been thought extinct in Westeros and Essos for more than 150 yrs. Find and hatch a dormant Dragon egg(s) to bring the species back, and potentially give rise to a new line of Targaryen Dragonlords.]
{Side Quests, unlike Main Quests, can be readily and actively ignored in favor of more rewarding Quests, or the Main Quest Line. However Side Quests can lead to decent, and sometimes worthwhile rewards.}
2: The North Begins to Change
281 AC. - Eddard Stark returns home to Winterfell.
281 AC. - Theon Greyjoy is born.
281 AC.
It felt like a lifetime had passed by since he had seen the town below Winterfell. To smell the cool, northern air that came down from the far North of the Wall. Yet here he stood; home.
At his side were Sirs Hightower, Whent, and Dayne, each one wearing a grim face, "Gods, you'd find more cheer in a graveyard." Whent said as he looked at the dreariness of the Northern settlement. "This is where we're to call home for the next six and ten years?"
Eddard shook his head as he looked over toward Wylla, who held the babe in her arms, "No, there's so much to be done before we're ready," he wheeled his horse around and looked at the three former Kingsguard, "It was a chore to convince Robert to leave you into my services, but now that he has, I have tasks for all of you." He looked at Gerold Hightower, "Gerold, I need you to find out what happened to Aerys' wife and child. She escaped the sacking, and will be on the run. Find her and protect her if you can. Her child especially. Aegon - Jon will need allies." He looked at the man, "Can you do it?"
Gerold nodded, "Aye, I can do that," he said, "Give me a two days of rest, and I'll set out on the dawning of the third."
"Done, and take your pick of the horses we have. You'll need a sturdy mount for the journey," Eddard moved on to Sir Oswell Whent, "Your task may prove more difficult." He frowned as the man squared his shoulders, "I need eggs."
The knights all looked at each other, "I'm a knight, and not a very good cook, Lord Stark." Oswell said, making a small jape.
The young man rolled his eyes, "I mean Dragon eggs." Eddard clarified, making the men start, "As many as you can find. I don't care how you get them." He said, "Dragons do whatever they will, tamed or not; Westeros has to have some old nests that the Targaryens didn't keep track of."
Whent frowned, "I...may know a few sights that could have been used back before the last Dragon fell," he said, "But Ned, we don't know how to hatch them."
"We'll find a way," Eddard said with an uncertain confidence before looking to Arthur, "Sir Dayne, I would ask you to stay at Winterfell." The man arched his brow, "Jon will need someone to look after his training when he grows old enough. Our Master of Arms, Sir Roderick, is a fine teacher, but our future king deserves the teacher he is owed."
Arthur gave a short nod, "I understand, but won't it look strange if someone like me teaches a boy that's to be considered a bastard." He shrugged, "It would be best if you had another son for me to teach when the time comes. Or if you fostered a young lad to raise to knighthood."
Eddard nodded in understanding, "I do believe Jon will grow up with a brother," he said, thinking of his infant son waiting for him inside the walls of Winterfell, "And I already have a few ideas of whom I can foster. You will be kept busy."
He turned his horse about and rode for the castle with Arthur muttering behind him while his two fellows just grinned at him.
Quest Update:
{Legacy of Fire} (Side Quest)
[You have assigned a follower to this Quest. While you make preparations for Winter, your follower will search for the coveted Dragon eggs. A notice will appear whenever he finds one or more of the eggs.]
[That's good to know,] he thought to himself, [If I can assign other people to some of these Quests, then perhaps I can focus on my House.] As they rode toward the castle, he could almost smell the Godswood. After seeing his wife, and explaining about the babe, that would be his first destination. As they rode through the village, the people bowed and smiled at their lord's return, while some cast looks of mistrust toward the three strangers along with the woman and the babe she carried.
Quest Alert!
[Another one?] Eddard internally groaned.
{Lady of House Stark}
[Your wife is Lady Catelyn Stark (nee Tully), whom is Southern born, and raised in the ways of the Seven, and knows not the ways of the North. The child, Jon Snow, will be viewed as a slight against her honor, which will make her angry at you, and strain your marriage where the child is concerned. You have a choice to make. 1) Introduce the child as Jon Snow, your baseborn child from another woman. This option will force the child to grow up shunned by the Lady. 2) Before introducing him to Winterfell as your son, explain to Lady Catelyn that the child is not your child but the trueborn child of your late sister. Doing this will see the boy grow up in a more favorable light, however, the Tullies fought against the Targaryens, which means she will see the boy as a potential threat.]
Eddard sighed as they rode through the gates of Winterfell, nodding to the guards as he rode passed. "This is not going to be easy." He muttered to himself as he saw his wife come toward him, a small bundle in her arms. It was then that all thoughts began fading from his mind. His wife had borne him a child!
He swung down from his horse and took large, quick steps toward her as she smiled brilliantly at him before uncovering the babe's head and showing him a head of reddish brown hair. He smiled down at the child in her arms, placing a gentle hand under his head as he half cradled his son. "Robb."
"How did you know?" Catelyn asked, bemused that he knew of the name she had given their firstborn. Instead of answering, he pulled her against his chest and kissed her lips tenderly.
Eddard then sighed as he released her, "There's much we need to talk about, my love." He said before nodding to Wylla, "Bring the child to my office."
"What child?" Catelyn asked, her voice rising.
Eddard looked down at her, "It is not as you think." He told her, which seemed to calm her of a sorts, "First, I'd like to introduce you." He gestured to the mounted knights, "These men are Sir Hightower," Gerold dismounted and bowed to the woman, "Sir Whent," Oswell dismounted next and doffed his helm to her, "and Sir Arthur Dayne, the Sword of Morning." He said as the man dismounted and bowed, "They've agreed to serve our House."
Catelyn smiled and curtsied, "Then they are warmly welcomed." She said as she watched Wylla dismount carefully with the little bundle in her arms. "Husband, I believe you said that we have much to talk about?"
"I did," Eddard said, nodding to Arthur, "Sir Dayne, will you accompany us?"
Arthur sighed, "Oh the joys of family dramatics."
Arthur was stood up at the end of the table next to Wylla who was still holding the young prince in her arms, while his new lord had explained all that happened at the Tower of Joy to his wife. In truth, the knight did not trust her one bit. She was a Tully by blood, and the Tullies had been one of the first Southern Houses that had turned against the Targaryens.
He kept his eyes on the woman as Eddard spoke, her eyes widening to the size of goblets as she looked from her husband, Wylla, the child, himself and then back to her husband. His hand subtly dropped to his sword, Dawn, in case it was needed.
When Eddard finished speaking of his reasons for taking the child in, Catelyn having been silent throughout the entire time, he gestured for her to speak, "Well, Cat?" He said, his tone hesitant.
Catelyn looked nervous, in Arthur's honest opinion, and rightly so. She knew what her family had done. "Ned, I...I understand why you did this...but are you stark-raving mad!"
"No, that was Aerys," Arthur quipped.
"Sir Dayne, please!" Catelyn said with a hint of desperation before looking back at her husband, "Eddard, my family will be one of the peoples against the boy! What do we tell my father? My brother?!"
Eddard looked at her in alarm, "Catelyn, we don't intend to tell anyone," he said as his wife glowered at him, "Even Jon won't know until he's of age. And even when he knows, he could very well reject his father's side of the family, and remain as a Stark."
"And if he should make a claim for the throne?" She demanded.
Eddard and Arthur looked at each other before the Lord of Winterfell sighed, "Then he will have my support."
Catelyn squawked, "What?!"
Eddard nodded, "I've already made arrangements for him if he wants his birthright." He then looked at her, "Aerys might have been mad, Cat, but Rhaegar was good, and kind and a just man! He would have made an excellent king if this entire farce of a war hadn't happened!"
"Farce?" Catelyn said, "What do you mean?"
Arthur stepped forward, "He means, My Lady, that Lady Lyanna tried to tell the Starks that she and Rhaegar were in love, and had married against their fathers' wishes." He said as Catelyn paled, "Someone was told of their wedding, but was unable to inform Rickard and Brandon, which in turn led them to their deaths at the Red Keep."
And Eddard knew who was responsible. "It's not their fault; they were afraid of my father, and told him what he wanted to hear," He said. Catelyn was still flustered over the child, however, "Catelyn, the reason we're letting you in on this is to avoid him being treated as a bastard." He told her, "I know of the Southerners' distaste for infidelity, and I did not want you thinking that I had done so to you, nor did I wish for Jon to suffer your ire." He sighed as his wife gave him an understanding nod, "I'm begging you, Cat, don't let him grow up without the love of a mother."
Quest Upate!
{Lady of House Stark} - Complete
[Lady Catelyn now knows of the true origins of Jon Snow. Your relationship with your wife will no longer be strained because of Jon Snow, and he, in turn, will not feel guilty because of it. However, your wife may treat him kinder, she now looks upon the infant prince as a double-edged sword. She sees that his life could easily benefit the House of Stark, or destroy it.]
Rewards: 275 exp. {Exp. to next level 525/750})
3 Status Points will be added for completing the Quest.
Title: Honorable Husband [No matter the issue, you will always be truthful to your family.] {Title not in use.}
Support of Catelyn Stark (nee Tully)
+5 Intelligence
Quest Update!
{The Pack Survives}
[You have returned from the war, and your House now has an heir. Benjen, former heir of House Stark, believes that he is no longer needed as a member of his House, and intends to join the Night's Watch. Benjen Stark is an honorable man, an a fine warrior. He also knows of Jon Snow's true identity. Convince him to stay at Winterfell, or allow him to join the Watch.]
In the end, Catelyn accepted Jon, yes, but the following Quest troubled him. Through the ring, he had seen himself angry at his younger brother because he had allowed their sister to follow her heart instead of her head. But his love for Jon, and his aiding Bran when he traveled North of the Wall had softened the anger that threatened to, yet again, drive his brother from Winterfell.
Still, all he had to do was wait in the Godswood at the Weirwood tree. He did not have long to wait before his brother found him. He was oiling down Ice's blade when he heard the crunch of leaves. "You always did love these woods." Benjen said in a light tone, "I never need to search for long if I need to find you."
Eddard smiled as he turned his head toward him, "Coming here allows me to think with a clear mind," he said as he placed the oil rag down and returned Ice to its sheath. "And lately I've had much to think about."
"I know," his brother said with a nod of his head as he sat himself down beside the pond, "The boy...he looks like her."
Eddard nodded, "That he does," he said, "I've been told he resembles me, however, and that is the way I want it." He sighed, "I take it that you've met the newest members of our House if you've seen Jon?"
Benjen sighed, "If you're talking about the former Kingsguard knights, then yes, the castle, the entire damned town below is chattering like a nest of chipmunks about the Sword of Morning bending the knee to the Warden of the North." He said, looking back at his brother, "But that's not really what happened, is it?"
His brother chuckled, "For Jon's sake, you had better hope that I suddenly become extremely good at lying." Eddard chuckled as his brother glared, "But you are right. They are only here to protect the boy, though, Sir Dayne has agreed to become the teacher of my children when they are ready."
"And that is something to brag about," Benjen nodded, "No finer teacher could there be than the finest swordsman the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen." He looked down at his reflection in the pool, "I've decided to take the Black."
"And I have decided that I need you here," Eddard countered, causing his brother to whip his head around, "I know that you were witness to Lyanna and Rhaegar's wedding vows. I know that you were supposed to tell our father, but were cowed by him into telling him what he wanted to hear. I want to be angry, but I am not." He smiled at his brother, "She was happy, Ben, and that's all any of us could have asked for." He said, then his face morphed into a frown, "Father was no better than that conniving Tywin Lannister in wanting to marry Lyanna off as he had wanted."
"This entire war was waged over a lie," Benjen nodded, "If I had been braver against our father, then none of this would have happened," He shook his head sadly, "And then father and Brandon would be..."
"But they are not here anymore, and that is why I need you, brother," Eddard said, "I need you to watch over House Stark. If I fall, then leadership falls to you until my son comes of age." He said as Benjen shook his head, "And Jon will need the best of men at his side. You," he reached out and gripped Benjen's shoulder, "You are the finest man I know. If Jon wants to be Aegon Targaryen, then I want you to help me make him as such. But if he wants to be Jon Stark, then he shall have the entire pack at his side."
Benjen shook his head, "You would betray your own sworn brother?"
"Brother," Eddard spat, "Do you know what he did?" He demanded as he rose and began to pace, "Do you know what he allowed the Lannister's dogs to do?!"
Benjen nodded, "The Martells are furious," he said, "The Mountain that walks is now a knight. Did you know?"
"Oh, I knew!" Eddard sneered, "And he will be the first of many obstacles we must face. If Robert learns of Jon, another war is just over the rise."
"Aye, and there's few things that could stop him if the Lannisters back him," Benjen sighed. "He lost his first child not that long ago. Seems you two are as different as summer and winter." Eddard looked at him oddly, "He has lost a son, and now you have two. You are honorable, and he - "
"Is a drunken whore-lover one year into his marriage," Eddard sighed, a smirk on his face from the look of surprise on his brother's face, "I'm not blind, Ben. I know what he's like. Especially after what happened to the royal children." Benjen nodded to concede the point, "Will you stay in Winterfell?"
Benjen still looked unsure, "Your wife may think I mean to betray you."
Eddard barked with laughter, "She may be a Southerner, but she will never think that of a Stark," he shook his head, "Winter is coming, Ben. A long Winter." He looked toward the Far North, "Something is beginning to stir beyond the Wall." He said much to Benjen's shock as the man stood, "I can feel it deep in my bones. That which we fear from the stories our parents told us as children are coming for us. The Wall will fall, and the Long Night will come." He looked his brother straight in his eyes, "I know this. And I will need you here. Winterfell will be the last bastion if it comes to it. And I will not have you as one of the dead that walk."
Benjen looked at his brother, knowing him to be blunt, and brutally honest to a point that most people found him difficult to be around. But to hear him say such things with so much certainty...
"I need you, Ben," Eddard told him. "My son will need you...Lyanna's son will need you."
Benjen sighed, and gave his nod.
Quest Update!
{The Pack Survives!} - Complete
[Benjen Stark has chosen to remain in Winterfell and aide his ancestral home.]
Reward: 200 exp. Current Level: 2 {Exp. to next Level: 725/750}
3 Status Points will be added.
Northern Bestiary has been added to your Inventory.
Branch House of Stark available. [To increase influence, you may need to extend your House's reach through marriage or through conquest. Doing so requires that you have at least one of age member of House Stark occupy a territory.]
A few days passed before Sirs Whent and Hightower left the castle, and Eddard found that no new Quest had appeared as he ran his House as he should. The Nine Rings that the being had spoken of appeared in his chambers the very day that he returned, and he found that they were simple silver rings with red gemstones. He spent many days thinking on who to choose to give them to.
The Boltons were out of the question unless he could foster an heir of the house; a plausible idea given that Roose Bolton had just been gifted a son around the same time that Robb was born. He would later send a raven to House Bolton to ask about fostering the boy and having him trained under Sir Dayne. It was a rare, and tempting offer that any Head of House would jump at. Sir Dayne thought it a good idea to gain allies through heirs as well given that Jon would need as many true friends.
That caused his thoughts to turn to the Greyjoys. Balon Greyjoy, the old Squid, had been gifted a son himself earlier in the year just before he had returned to Winterfell. The boy could make a strong ally, but the Greyjoys were an untrustworthy House, and were just as likely to turn against them as the Boltons were if they felt they had been slighted. The Red Wedding left a clear image in his head as he recalled his son's body with his direwolf's head sewn onto it being paraded around like some great prize. The Freys were going to pay for that even if it killed him.
[Theon will not be to blame,] he thought to himself, [I will just have to remind him that he is just as much a Stark as Robb and Jon will be.] He frowned as he contemplated what to do about House Bolton. [Ramsay Snow will need to be dealt with before he can do harm to any of the Houses.] Not only was the man going to be a kinslayer, but so much more. He shivered at the thought of those hounds of his chasing Theon and his daughter.
Before that, he would have to deal with the Greyjoy Rebellion in the later years.
It was when he decided to clear his head and ride out through his lands that a new window finally appeared, and nearly spooked him off of his horse.
Quest Alert!
{The People of the North}
[Many different people call the North home. However not all of them are known to the Northern Houses. Some wish to remain this way, while others do not care whether they are known or not. Your task is to align 3 new people with the North. The benefits of doing so vary.
Dwarven Kingdom: The Secret of Steel [The Dwarves are a secretive, but decently friendly race once they come to know you. Befriend a Dwarf and you have a friend for life. Anger one, and the entire clan the Dwarf belongs to will come after you. Dwarves are mighty miners, and even know the secret of the fabled Valyrian Steel.]
Free Folk/Wildlings: Fierce Loyalty [The Free Folk are considered savage, cannibalistic monsters. They are descendants of the First Men, and number in the tens of thousands beyond the Wall. Befriending them, and bringing them across the Wall will endear them to you, and give you much needed numbers for the coming Winter.]
Frost Giants: Survival of the Cold [Frost Giants, or Mammoth Riders, as they are called by the Free Folk, are largely gentle, and know how to survive in long Winters. Bringing them across the wall will not only bring you the benefits of their forces, but you will also deprive the Night King of a powerful soldier.]
Races Allied with: 0/3
This Quest is a time-consuming task, and will take much of your time to complete. Make sure that when meeting these races that all that you need to do in the North is done, or else you may miss a critical event.]
"Dwarves?" Eddard reread the notice, "Frost Giants?" The being had said that changes would be made as a price for his aide, but to think something other than monsters now roamed his lands was incredible. He looked over toward the mountain ranges of the North, wondering how he would find the Dwarves if they lived inside the mountains. "At least I have time." He said to himself, knowing that he had at least four years before Sansa was to be born, but he took the warning to heart. He would need to be careful of the time he used, and make certain that he used it wisely.
He turned his horse around just as the beast started tossing its head in distress. He reached down and patted the horse's neck, "Easy there, we'll be home soon." But the horse refused to be soothed by its rider as it reared and cried shrilly. Eddard held on to the reins as a shadow passed over him. He looked up, and saw the sun blocked out by massive wings descending down on him with a cry unlike anything he had ever heard.
He did the only thing he could think of and bailed out of the saddle as the horse bolted. As the Warden of the North rolled to his feet he heard the horse's death cries as the giant predator descended upon it. The poor beast had not gotten far. The killer was revealed to be a gigantic bird, an eagle of some sort if the head told him anything.
Lord of the Skies, The Roc | Level: 25
Health: 2500
Strength: 55 | Vitality: 25
Agility: 45 | Intelligence: 5
Sense: 25
Hostility 98%
"That's helpful," the man groaned as he reached for his sword, wishing that he had brought Ice with him. A simple steel sword would have to do in this situation. The Roc was preoccupied with its meal as it dipped its head down and cut the thrashing horse's throat with its beak. It then turned its great golden eyes on him, and flared out its feathers and wings before giving off another shrill screech.
Seeing little choice, he lunged forward with his sword ready to bring down on the left wing. The titanic bird gave a flap of its wings and nearly knocked him off of his feet from the strength of the gust it kicked up, but to Eddard it was nothing compared to a Northern Winter blizzard as he powered through it, and brought the blade down with a loud crash of steel against bone.
The Roc screeched again, this time in pain, and reared back to snap at him with its razor-sharp beak. Eddard managed to avoid it, but not the claws as the bird kicked at him using its undamaged wing to gain lift enough to slash at him. The front of his shirt was ripped open, his chainmail shirt shredded. He fell to the ground as the bird pinned him with its foot, its beak going for his head.
The one chance he had was when the bird had failed to pin his sword arm. As the Roc was about to finish him, he thrust the blade up into its open beak, the tip exploding from the back of its head, snapping cleanly in half as the bird clamped down on it. Screeching, the Roc flapped its wings and tumbled over backward, thrashings into the throes of death.
Eddard sat up for a moment to watch as the bird died, then fell back, his relief exhausting him.
{You have slain the Roc.}
He jolted upright, startled.
{Rewards from Roc:
1x large whole bird (the raw meat of a giant Roc. Can be eaten when roasted over an open flame.)
1x Roc skull (The skull of a slain Roc. Can be crafted into a helmet.)
Roc feathers (Roc feathers are beautiful, warm and light. They can easily be crafted into a cape, or a cloak.)
Rare item: Bremervoord [2] (A peerless steel blade crafted by the Dwarves. The blade's sharp edge is only matched by Valyrian Steel. +80 Strength)
2000 exp. {Exp. to next Level: 2725/750}
You Have Leveled Up! 3 Status Points will be added.
You Have Leveled Up! 3 Status Points will be added.
Current Level: 4 {Exp. to next Level: 975/1250}
Strong Attack Skill has been unlocked.
{Sunder Armor Rank 1 - Reduce enemy resistance by 5%}
Fast Attack Skill has been unlocked.
{Muscle Memory Rank 1 - Increases the speed of your blows by 5%}
Eddard frowned. How could he supposed to explain pulling a giant bird carcass out of thin air?
In the end of it all, the trouble of the giant bird carcass had come down to him using what rope he could scavenge from his saddle, and physically carry the meat on his back all the way back to Winterfell. Along with the feathers in open view so no one would ask questions. It was well worth the extra effort as he found that the physical effort had given him some extra points in Strength.
Upon his return, Catelyn fussed and worried over him until the meat of the bird was squared away in the kitchens to be served that even for their dinner. Benjen had been both horrified and impressed that such a creature even existed. Sir Dayne had asked the obvious question of if it had been the only one.
He gave the feathers to his wife to work with since she thought the blue hued plumage of the fallen Roc was pretty, while the skull and the sword he had taken from the bird's corpse was examined by Mikken.
"It's certainly not like any steel I've ever come across," the smith had told him that night while the bird was roasting over the fire, "It's completely flawless from what I can see, though I'm far from the best of blacksmiths, this sword is worthy of a Noble Lord."
Eddard thanked him for looking the sword over as he produced the bestiary book he had won earlier that day, having thumbed through it after his encounter, and found the Roc's entry. "I was damned lucky," he said as he showed his wife and brother the entry of the giant bird, "It seems these beasts travel in pairs, and the one that attacked me nearly killed me while it was alone."
"Says here it lives in the mountains," Benjen noted as he read the book for himself, "Wonder what drove it down into the plains like that?"
Sir Dayne shrugged, "Hunger, perhaps? Not much in those mountains that's worth hunting, except maybe the odd goat, and those aren't near big enough to feed a beast of that size."
Eddard nodded, "It seemed more interested in my horse that it did me, but there was no way I was going to get away when it turned on me."
Catelyn patted his shoulder gently, "I'm simply happy that you got out of there at all." She said as she held one of the large feathers in her hand, "We will need to be careful from this point. What if it had a mate, or if there truly are others?"
"Let us assume that there are," Eddard said before looking to his brother, "Ben, you've always been a better hunter than I, so I would like you to round up as many skilled huntsmen as you can and seek out any signs of these creatures." He pointed to the book in his hands, "That tome has many different Northern beasts within its pages so don't only keep an eye out for the birds, but anything else that could be a threat."
Benjen nodded, and tucked the book under his arm, "I'll leave in the morning."
"Good." He sighed as he looked down at the blade, "A sword like this should have a name." He said, thinking of the name he had seen underneath the sword when he found it. "Bremervoord."
Character Information
Name: Eddard Stark | Level: 4 {975/1250}
Race: Human
Job: Knight | Fatigue: 0
Title: Lord of Winterfell & Warden of the North
HP: 400
MP: 15
Strength: 10 | Vitality: 10
Agililty: 10 | Intelligence: 20
Sense: 10
Remaining Status Points: 21
[1] Roc - Rocs were gargantuan birds of prey that inhabited the highest mountains and competed with Dragons for food and territory. They were each others' natural predators with the Rocs preying on younger, smaller Dragons, deer, Dire Boars and other large prey animals, including humans. Rocs hunted, and attacked, by swooping down from the sky with talons outstretched to snatch and carry off prey. A single roc would be hunting, and therefore willing to try and take any suitably sized creature, but a pair of rocs would act in concert and fight to the death to defend the nest and eggs or hatchlings.
Author's notes: You can compare these birds in size and proportions to the Griffins of the Witcher 3.
[2] Bremervoord is one of the first swords we'll see from the Witcher 3 game. If you'll look the blade itself up, you'll find that it is a stunning sword with intricate grooves, and honestly looks like it belongs in Game of Thrones.
So Eddard's off to a Roc-ky start in his attempts to raise the North, and Jon, up to royal standards. Now he not only has Wildlings to contend with but giants and dwarves as well as various monsters that can contend with, or feed, a Dragon.
Now, I've looked all over Wiki, and it says that, aside from the 3 eggs that Dany hatched, there were at least 4 others, but I have no idea where they might be. Other fanfics like this have gone on to say that Aemon not only has an egg, but also Dark Sister. True? False? I have no idea. Which is why the Quest I gave Eddard about the dwarves has something called the Secret of Steel since dwarves, by Tolkien's assessment, are the best blacksmiths, jewelsmiths and miners the world has ever seen. Valyrian steel would be a cinch for them under another name.
Either way, if ya'll like it and wanna see more, then ya know what to do! Adios Amigos!