Chapter Sixteen: The 968 Bi-Annual Northern Games

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After several moons passed, King Maron of the Stormlands, King Merle of the Reach, King Artys of the Mountain and Vale, King Morgan of the Salty Dornish, and King Desmond of the Sandy Dornish and the Desert, all arrived at Lannisport, before the Lannisters of the Port led them to the Rock.

The Seat of the King of the Rock was a massive structure, built with the aid of Children of the Forest originally, only to be further enhanced under the watchful reign of King Podrick 'the Green Knight' Lannister.

Dwarves, Goblins, Aelflyn, and even the Eldari were involved in the upgrade and renovation of Casterly Rock, granting it prestige and beauty that even Highgarden struggled to match in its entirety.

The grandest feature, and one that was shown to the visiting Kings eagerly was the Hall of Gold, a room made similar to the Amber Room of House Stark in its Hall of Artifacts, with the entire room in Casterly Rock lined with gold, as the ceiling, trim, walls, and floor were all made from the mined metals of the Lannister caves.

It could have made for the perfect Throne Room, capturing the essence of all that was Casterly Rock, but even the Lannister Kings knew that it wasn't the best course of action as it would greatly distract visitors or delegates at the very least, leaving them rather focused on the fixtures of the room instead of the reason they came.

Therefore, the beauty and extravagance of the Throne Room held the greatest feature owned by the Lannister's, a golden throne made by the best magical craftsmen Podrick knew of during his time as a Green Ranger.

Currently though, it seated Tytos 'the Faithful Lion' Lannister, the eldest son of Podrick Lannister, the Clever Lion.

Not wanting any other to lead the conversation in the beginning, Tytos spoke first as the visiting Kings made themselves comfortable in the thrones provided by House Lannister but were far from mediocre to be considered an insult.

"Obviously… you have taken the time to venture from your Kingdoms to my lands… yet it is only for one reason.

Those Northern Heathen bastards are too powerful as it is now, and they only grow stronger with each year.

We must stop them now, while our 'Faith' can lead the worthy and righteous in the war, as the grace of the Seven shall shine valiantly on the Faith Militant.

If we do not act now, they shall grow stronger and become too powerful for us or even our descendants to handle." Tytos knew his words were resonating with the Kings, as they were all believers of the powerful Faith of the Seven.

Yet, he couldn't figure out if they were using them for their own purposes before discarding them later, much like himself.

In the end, Tytos made the decision to keep a closer eye on his fellow Kings to find possible allies for the battles to come later down the road.

Many of the Kings nodded in agreement before King Merle replied "I noticed the banner of the Justman River Kings has found shelter in your Keep.

Have they been called to serve in this proposal instead of the Mudd Kings or the Brackens?

They do not have the necessary forces to even lead a charge against the fighting forces of the Rivers, much less aid us."

Scoffing laughter came from King Maron 'the Kinslayer' Durrandon, "The Mudd Kings are tied to the Blackwoods, while the Brackens still believe strongly in the Old Gods, they wouldn't give up on their faith for nothing less than the entirety of the Riverlands under their control.

The Justman though… could be risen during the crusade to the North, ensuring the Riverlands also aid us later in the battle at Rivia.

By that point, House Justman will be able to muster more than enough to join their combined cause with our own.

However, I am curious as to how you have determined the Faith will involve themselves?"

Tytos smirked, taking a small sip of wine from the transparent glass cup with a thin stalk, "House Sevenstar has sent word from Andalos, speaking of an ally from the far east of Essos willing to aid in the battle against the Northern Realms, as they have also found themselves suffering under their influence in Essos.

Truthfully, they wish to cripple the Northern Trading Company, as the company has made it difficult for those in Andalos to receive merchants in their lands to trade, therefore they are completely behind the plan to strike hard against the Northern Realms.

As such, the Faith has been 'advised' by House Sevenstar that they will have unrestricted access to the vast lands of the Northern Realms once we are able to break through Rivia, forever freeing the North for the Septons to spread the Faith throughout the vast lands unimpeded.

At last, they will have assimilated the last Kingdom under the Light of the Seven.

More than anything though, the Faith wishes the chance to create their own version of the Stygian Steel, enabling them to finally remove the ghastly trees of the heathen gods from the forests of Westeros, with the guarantee, forged iron in the future shall become some of the finest weaponry available to our Houses free of cost.

No wonder a Stygian Steel blade caused a 'noble' Kingdom to lose one of its lealest vassals when asked to hand over such a magnificent and costly weapon worthy of being passed down the line of descendants to come."

The Lion King turned to the side, grinning for the slight he'd made against the Gardener King, knowing full well the meek man had failed to truly yield a former vassal, who left their lands with one of the strongest navies to serve the Reach Kingdom, only to head up north and swear fealty to the Starks of Winterfell.

Merle said nothing in reply but glared fiercely at the Lion King, yet it mattered little to the likes of the Dornish Kings, both of whom were already cringing internally at the warpath these fools were about to take.

As the discussion turned to the division of land, they listened closely to the Lion King proclaiming the Iron Islands, the Flint Cliffs, the Rills, and part of the Northern Mountains for himself, while declaring the remaining lands of the Western Coast would be handed to House Martell.

"Why should I accept such meagre rewards for sending my loyal men and smallfolk to their deaths in war?

From one side of the continent to the other, their only reward is meagre land deemed not fit for the House of Lannister?

Upstarts of the Westerlands?

Seems the current Lion of the Rock has become too comfortable in his Kingdom with the Faith at his side, chirping in his ear, like a master would to his slave." Morgan wasn't one to easily accept the division suggested by King Tytos, especially if his people would be required to travel so far North without decent gains.

The Lion King of the Rock wasn't willing to let anyone slight him in such a way to even dare call him a slave, more so in his own house, but before Tytos could take any sort of action, King Desmond interrupted the flow of conversation with his own idea for dividing the lands of the Northern Realms.

"Let them take it, King Morgan…

In fact, the mainland is yours to split up amongst the Kingdoms of the Westerlands, Vale, Reach and Stormlands.

However, Skagos, its Isles, and the eastern side of the two Gifts will be taken by our Houses, and solely under the control of Dorne.

You will have the men required for the attack on Rivia, that I swear before the Seven, however you will need to lead a large enough combined force to attract the might of the Northern Realms in a specific battle for the other attacks to work out successfully.

Otherwise, there is no point for us to even consider attacking Skagos or dare act against the Isles.

Do not forget, our Dornish Houses are the only ones with standing armies that have been tempered by constant battle and war over the last two decades with our war against the Dayne's and forces of the North.

The only ones close enough to be battle ready out of your combined forces are the Stormlands, with the Kingdom of the Reach far from ready to battle the Northern Realms as they haven't had a significant conflict to test their prowess against, leaving most of the work in the hands of aging veterans."

King Desmond's brutal honesty about their situation immediately muted all opposition that wished to rise up, yet Merle was the first to declare Winterfell, Alexandria, and Svarthaug, as the property of House Gardener, including the Barrowlands, while the Neck, Three Sisters, and the Wolf's Canal would be handed to House Arryn.

The Bears Gift, Bear Island, and everything Beyond-the-Wall ended up in the hands of House Durrandon, who wouldn't be faulted if he declared a blood fuel immediately against King Merle, yet the Storm King relaxed in his throne, stressing the wood of the handcrafted seat by his large muscular yet chubby bodyframe.

King Artys appeared rather smug and somewhat gloated about all the trade that would run through the lands soon-to-be in his control, yet neither King from Dorne were bothered by their actions and provocations, knowing full well none from the Northern Realms would accept the rule of foreigners.

They were instead watchful of the Lion King who'd begun to act suspiciously around them, causing the two Kings to believe for a moment they might be attacked during their stay for one night.

Thankfully nothing occurred, even during their journey to Lannisport the following morning, which led the two Kings to fall into conversation over the strong desire each of the Foolish Kings possessed to try and seize control over Avalon and Hogwarts during later discussions.

Discussions led late into the night as the Kings were far from pleased with the declaration made by King Arthur that practically gave Dorne control over Hogwarts, and Avalon.

Both held the greatest resources and treasures believed to be known to man, especially those of the magical nature.

It was obvious they were trying to send the Dornish to die through their assault on Skagos, all in the hopes to weaken the native forces before another attack was led by the surviving forces from the 'successful' attack on the Three Sisters, Rivia, Oldcastle, and Wolf's Den.

The other Kings had begun to forge alliances through marriages or outright trades of wealth through deals to secure each other's commitment to the Great Alliance.

It all occurred while the Dornish Kings made their long way home, already preparing for a crusade in their homeland.

They weren't against assisting the Great Alliance to end the Northern 'Heathens'; however, Kings knew better than anyone else that fighting the Northern Realms was no better than accepting the complete annihilation of their lineages.

Worse yet, King Desmond had a strong alliance with the Northern Realms because of the trade running through the ports, and across the land before spreading all across Dorne.

The trading deal was established quite some time ago by his ancestors, and it only brought immense wealth to his House, vassals, and smallfolk, so he saw no point in ruining the great relationship with the Northern Realms for nothing but empty bloodshed and promises.

As such, King Desmond convinced King Morgan during their time sailing home that it was wiser to continue with their own crusade in the lands of Dorne, while trying to forge ties outside of the 'Great' Alliance.

Their talks continued all the way to Dorne, having arrived the same night all the Kings of the Great Alliance began to hasten the development of weapons and armour, all for the war to come.

The long awaited Andal Invasion of the North would forever leave its mark on the history of Westeros and its fate for the far future.

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"How are you doing this fine morning, your grace?" laughed a cheerful Northern High Magnar with some sass as King Thenar stumbled into the Great Hall of Camelot, still hungover from the festivities from the night before the opening ceremony of the Northern Games.

As the crispy light of the brilliant sun shined down from the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall, Thenar winced as he felt it bearing down on his body and eyes.

His own Wintersguard simply watched as their King made his way into the Great Hall, stumbling every so often.

All they could do was giggle and laugh at the actions of Thenar, while they merrily ate their morning meal, as Camelot was one of the few places in the Northern Realms where their presences beside the King wasn't required for his safety.

As such, they got the opportunity to truly relax and let loose, but none went overboard as guests were present and they represented the Northern Realms, along with the Royal Family.

For now though, they all enjoyed their King grimace his way to the seat reserved for him, only to once more stop as Bjorn reflected the light from the enchanted ceiling to catch Thenar by surprise.

"Fuck off, Bjorn Umber." Croaked Thenar half-heartedly only to throw a table knife at High Magnar Umber with near perfect accuracy.

This happened while the servants of House Potter, a combination of humans, half-human Veela, Nymph, Dryads, Aelflyn, and even the odd few Eldari, moved around the vast yet cozy yet heated hall, asking the guests as they appeared in the morning, what they wished to dine upon to break their fast.

Umber chortled without a care in the world after catching the table knife like it were a bug, only to hand it off to one of the servants and continued on with his morning.

Never one to dishonour his Grace, Bjorn continued to dine on a hearty meal for the morning with a mug of mead, while he watched Thenar instead crash into his seat at the head table.

As the laughter of Bjorn rung out through the Great Hall, Thenar decided to order an Indo-Gaesle inspired meal known as a Northern Paratha, one of the only meals he knew to help deal with a hangover for the ages.

A vegetarian dish originally, the Northern version incorporated ground meat along with the mash made of potato, spices, chillis, and onion.

Enjoyed with a side of yogurt, some fruits, chutney, and a couple hash browns stacked onto the wide steel plate, a common dishware utilised by Northerners after it was adopted from the cultural customs of the fallen Kingdom of Gaesle, the dish quickly found itself presented before Thenar.

House Patil were quite pleased to know such customs that were practised in their homeland of the Terra Dimension had found a place in this world.

They led the charge to incorporate many Indo customs, dishes, festivals, and practises to help refine the Northern Culture, as the Realms came to accept people from around the world as their own during times of need, while learning to develop their own customs unique to the North.

Festivals celebrated by the Kingdom of Gaesle were accepted by the Northern Realms to an extent, as Indo events were brought forth by House Patil early on that soon enough it was adopted by the Gaesle people who'd come to call themselves Gaeslei after spending over half a millennium in the Northern Realms.

Of course, the Andals were the exception so far as they came with war and savagery that made their crusade a holy war against their Gods.

The bastards from down south were in fact the reason to lead King Thenar into a heavy night of drinking magical alcohol cocktails served eagerly by an Aelflyn barman whizzing about all night long.

Thenar stopped for a moment to think over the snipit of memories available to him, leading his thoughts to mistakenly believe he'd met the Great Green Ranger Commander Dobby, a fabled legend of the Northern Realms to have fought countless battles against bandits from their land and slavers travelling far from Essos.

There was no sane reason as to why he thought Commander Dobby made his drinks, but it mattered not since the drinks were excellent and far from enough to satiate his thirst last night.

Yet that led to him being duped hundreds of gold coins in the Gaming Tables set up throughout the Gaming Room that was specially set up for the night.

It introduced the features of the new business House Potter wished to operate throughout Westeros and Essos, aptly named Gaming Houses as all manner of Table games were on offer like Blackjack, Roulette, Big Six Wheel, Craps, Poker and its various forms, Chess, a unique variant of Monopoly, Checkers, and a whole lot more.

Pool Tables, Table tennis, Shuffleboard, Foosball, Dartboards and other indoor games were also on offer, with most set up to allow for everyone to gamble on the games played if they so wish.

It all left the Northern Magnars, and the visiting guests allowed to stay in Camelot to feel their pockets bleed, yet their night of laughter, wine, dine, and utter joy would last forever.

Only when they all awoke the following morning, all the choices of the night before came rushing back to all the Northern Magnars and Magnara, cause all of them to collectively swear they'd never let the other or their descendants enjoy more than a single night in the Gaming Houses, otherwise it'd leave their Houses financially ruined.

While it was fine to play the games that required a payment to use the equipment in the venue as it were, since they weren't close to the gambling games, Magnars and Magara consented to their children to visit such a venue in the future.

Strict rules were set in place to make sure the children didn't wonder off in the Gaming Houses, all of which were brought forth to House Potter to improve before the Gaming Houses went into operation.

The Northerners knew better than anyone after one night that the gambling games were rather addictive and easily enticing enough to draw someone well off financially to throw away their wealth like it was nothing but water.

For the Houses of the Northern Realms, spending a thousand Golden Wolves wasn't a big issue as they all had vaults in their Keeps full of wealth the size of mountains collected over two millennia.

This was all before they even got to the wealth in the vaults of the Forever Winter Bank.

All except for the newest Houses of the North, who were increasing their wealth at a steady pace to match the development in their settlements and lands, realised when it was best to stop their spending before it got out of hand.

Houses Reyne, Romyn, and Casterly were better off than most after bringing resources to the North from their homeland, though only after they settled in the abundant Keeps of the Northern Realms, were they able to build up their wealth once more.

Though this time, they learnt to use the extra wealth to help grow their settlements and more importantly, aid their vassals and bannermen, some of whom had come over from the Westerlands.

Similarly, House Goldenwood provided for their people, instead of focusing on themselves, a trait soon developed by spending more time with the Northerners.

All of them the night before had done their best to save the younger Houses from spending their gold pointlessly, frowning this morning though at the cost of one night to protect their brethren, but understood it was part of northern unity.

Only the visitors from the Kingdoms of Essos, which included the Rhoynars, Sarnori, Ghiscari, Golden Empire, and Valyrians, found themselves utterly stumped when they woke in the morning, furious over the loss of gold the night before.

Even those from around Westeros were left reeling back in their seats, which included the party from Dorne, though the sons of House Royce, Martell, Yronwood, and Dayne were merrily laughing with one another as they had become sharks last night by winning with their team in the Indoor Sporting fields.

All barely reached their tenth name day yet were dribbling the ball past full grown men and teens, before becoming the team with the highest number of goals and assist in just over a half dozen indoor football (soccer) games.

Through their family guards, who went out and played bets on their behalf, helped them gain plenty of gold and silver through their endeavours, even still grinning madly after their mothers were made aware of their antics.

King Thenar watched from his seat, as more guests poured into the Great Hall to break their morning fast, only for his peace to enjoy his meal spoilt by the boisterous arrival of a grinning High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter who couldn't stop smiling at all the wealth last night's event brought to his House, and own pocket.

He was joined by a weary Prince of the Golden Empire to the Indigo Emperor Lineage, still struggling over the headache compounded by the heavy drinking from the night before, a cheerful Rhoynish Prince with a spring in his step for all the gold he'd won from the gambling tables, and a young pouting Dragonrider of an influential Valyrian House allied to the Northern Trading Company.

Out of everyone, the Dragonrider had lost the most overnight through the games, having played and gambled, rarely ever winning more than a couple silver coins.

Only a few knew though, the Valyrian House from which the young Dragonrider hailed from, had long served as part of Clan Heiðruind, though only after Magnar Benjen the Traveller helped the Northern Trading Company establish a Trading Hub in the Valyrian Freehold.

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"My, my, my, how the mighty have fallen from the great heavens!" barked the Rhoynish Prince as a servant arrived with his meal before others came to with the meals for the remaining guests of the head table.

"You laugh and mock me now, dear friend, however I shall have that bag of gold by your waist once night has fallen.

Only then, I shall be the one to laugh with joy, Farlyn." Quipped the Valyrian Dragon noble, Aurion Belaerys as he dug into his meal.

"It hasn't been more than an hour since we all rose… and you fucking fools are already squabbling like married hens.

God-Father save me…" prayed the Yi-Tish Prince as he dug into his morning meal, hoping it would absorb the alcohol still coursing through his system.

"Qhan be glad they awoke peacefully in Camelot and not some tavern or Inn.

Worst case, they would have ended up in the pig's pit like that night in Norvos.

In that case, we'd probably be fending off a bunch of sorrowful pricks wanting to end the misery these two fucks constantly exude to get them all riled up." Lastly added High Magnar Tarius, with all the Northern brashness his blood contained, while King Thenar struggled to grasp control over his building laughter at the behaviour of his close ally, kin, and vassal, as well as the guests upon his lands, all of whom behaved rather brotherly with one another.

They had in fact been educated together in Skagos, as they fostered in Avalon, invited to stay with various noble Houses of Skagos, many of whom had strong ties overseas with various nobility who only strengthened the Northern Houses to greater heights.

As such, the heir to House Belaerys found himself invited by House Dagworth, a Prince of the Indigo Emperor Lineage found himself living with House Black, and an heir to a Rhoynish Principality was left in the care of House Beowulf, yet it didn't stop the four from befriending one another, eventually spending their youth to adulthood by each other's side, creating a brotherly bond.

High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter travelled along with his friends once they had graduated from Hogwarts University, leading to the four developing various new relationships around the world for the benefit of their Houses and Kingdoms, before most returned to their homes and families.

In the case of Tarius, he returned home to accept his duty as High Magnar, allowing his father to take up other duties.

His friends continued to visit, making sure to take time out to meet each other, which led to the bi-annual Northern Games becoming a time when they could be present in one another's company without formal restrictions or their duties holding them back all too much, leading to all manners of mayhem.

"Language boy."

The four froze still, especially Tarius as he soon felt the back of his head being slapped by a strong coarse hand, only for it to cause him to turn around and look upon the one person who brought utter fear to not only his own soul, but that of his dear friends as well.

"I have raised you better than to speak like a fool.

All of you, in fact." Commented the grizzled wised man, slapping the heads of the other three, regardless of if they swore or not, even ignoring if they were of his House or not.

To the old man, they were his grandchildren and responsibility to keep in line, which often led to the group being caught in their youth by the old man when they were causing utter chaos.

Elmer Reginald Potter, the grandfather of Tarius, was the man in question, as stoic and strong as any Northerner, even in his elder age, easily commanded whatever space he stood within, though only if he wanted people to know of his presence.

"Now all of you, find somewhere else to be.

I must speak with our Grace of important matters.

Scatter." Elmer stated, easily commanding everyone to do as he asked without truly ordering until the very end.

As such, everyone around the head table, including the Wintersguard seat nearby, all stood up and walked away, even taking their food as they knew there was no chance of returning until Elmer allowed anyone's presence close by.

Left solely behind, King Thenar continued to eat away at his meal, completely aware a legendary figure even his own father treated with immense respect, now served as one of his lealest vassals, though one wielding great power and influence throughout the Northern Realms, and more than likely, around the known world.

"It has been quite some time, young man…"

"Indeed, it has, grandfather… or am I dining with Hugin this fine morning the Old Gods have blessed us with." Thenar continued to eat yet turned slightly to give Elmer enough eye contact to try and understand which way the conversation was leading to try and get ahead.

However, the wise man of House Potter wasn't willing to wait for Thenar to come to his own conclusions and spoke instead, "Always both to you, young man, now listen closely.

Preparations are in place for the 'show' that'll commence later today, yet I must warn you, it is far from what you might expect.

In saying that, I am going to need you to follow me to Skane.

There is someone I think you should meet before commencing with the Opening Ceremony of the games."

Thenar rushed through his meal, while Elmer sat silently beside him, looking out over the growing crowd entering the Great Hall to break their morning fast.

A smile crept up his face remembering the times of his youth, seated in this very same hall, watching his father lead the people, only for the responsibility to eventually fall on his shoulders as time progressed forward.

Now the duties rested with his grandson, Tarius, a young man with much to prove, but knew better than to rush into a nest of chaos, yet Elmer realised long ago if there wasn't the responsibility of leading the House and Skagos, then Tarius would be out exploring the world, with no sight in mind to return home.

Then he turned to look over Thenar momentarily, only to think of the years spent raising the middle-aged man from the young babe he once was, to the King he is today, much like his own father, but far less 'bloodied'.

'Though only momentarily,' Elmer thought to himself, just as Thenar finished up his meal.

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"Has the Formaðr arrived with the clansmen?

Their aid will be necessary if we are to maintain order throughout Avalon, and Skagos, grandfather." Thenar said while the Wintersguard team of four led the duo.

Thenar never once spoke without a respectful tone, as Elmer had a large part in raising the last three generations of Starks as the Arch Magus of the Northern Realms Kingdom.

Having gained the title a couple years after graduating from the universities of Alexandria, Winterfell, and best of all for the Wizard, Hogwarts, Elmer was elected by the Magi Council of the Northern Realms.

Taking the position while ruling over Skagos and the isles, High Magnar Elmer Reginald Potter helped raise the children of House Stark, who came to see him as their own.

During his time in service to House Stark, Elmer oversaw the development of a formal magical military, one that gave the Special Air Service and other Special Forces Units of the military a whole new capability to insert easily into the heart of enemy territory.

Honestly it was overkill, but Elmer saw the makeshift Magical Corps military division as rather useless against a true and worthy enemy, which could happen fairly easily as the continued rise of the magically gifted across the known world would no doubt lead to greater and larger conflicts.

The Magical Corps only ever gained any semblance of order and organisation if led by capable commanders, otherwise each magical species part of the Magical Corps operated largely on their own, set up in their formation but fought in conjunction with one another.

It was rather maddening to witness even if they were ruthless in the field and known by all as one of the deadliest forces in service to House Stark and the Northern Realms.

Yet, Elmer brought forth a revolution throughout the Magical Corps as it worked in tandem with the Northern Military Armed Forces, creating its own division under the military organisational umbrella.

The current General of the Magical Forces just so happened to be Elmer's eldest son and former High Magnar of Skagos though it was short-lived as Tarius took on the weight of the title after returning from his trip abroad.

After joining back with the Northern Military Armed Forces, a rule made long ago by Queen Andromeda the Farsighted Wolf stated no active member in service could hold a Seat of Power, unless under special circumstances, causing Julius to hand over his title to Tarius to rule in his stead.

Elmer knew of his son leading the change in the Special Air Services during his youth, having served in the Special Unit, jumping from the stable platforms attached to the Ikranä Steel via magical artifacts, making it possible for the soldiers to dive into the battlefield.

They all had backpacks with a parachute, easily deployable and collapsible magically after landing, yet the changes brought by Elmer gave the Special Air Service a new means of deployment in the field that was far safer and offered a greater range of security in enemy territory.

Named Drop Capsules, the Special Air Servicemen would seal themselves in the pods, each full of weapons and resources, only for them to be shrunken down and attached to the side of the Ikranä Steel body armour, each deployed later by the rider when they have flown over to enemy territory.

Expanding upon contact with the ground, after parachutes deploy nearer to the surface of the land, sensed off crystals embedded into the sides of the Drop Capsule to shoot of an invisible beam of light magically to identify the distance.

As the Special Air Servicemen were equipped with Storage Rings, it wasn't a problem to store the Drop Capsules after landing, saving them from being taken by another, or outright left to ruin in the middle of nowhere, and the free resources simply left behind for another to claim.

They could be activated to act as small remote homes out in the field, with Blood Crystals used to power the runes and wards carved into the Drop Capsules.

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"That is why we are heading to Skane… to meet with the current Formaðr.

He has much to discuss with you about the coming fate of the North." Elmer chose to say nothing else on the matter and led Thenar through Camelot to the Transport Chambers so they could take the Transport Door straight to Skane, shortening the distance of their journey remarkably.

They arrived in Hogsmeade at the local Transport Station, only for the House Potter and Stark guards to notice the Wintersguard travelling ahead of King Thenar to instantly sharpen their stance and straighten their backs.

As the King and Arch Warlock Elmer walked through the Transport Door, all the guards present immediately slammed their right fist over their heart as a sigh of respect and salute to the Commander in Chief and their King.

It also was seen as a salute to Elmer, especially by the guards of House Potter as the wise wizard reigned as the Arch Magus for over a century and saw to many changes throughout the Northern Realms during his time serving House Stark directly, while also upholding his duties as High Magnar of Skagos and her Isles.

None of the guards present were asked to follow the group as they left the station, but the Potter guards knew better, and instead called ahead to let the Headmaster know the King was on his way over.

In the meantime, the group began their small journey to Hogwarts on foot, seeing plenty of the magical folk of Hogsmeade bowing as King made his way past.

All respectfully greeted Elmer as well, knowing full well of his prestige, but none forget to treat Thenar with the full respect the King of the North deserved.

This all continued while Thenar received a quick tour of the town, visiting various stores, while listening to his citizens and their issues, most of which were easily manageable he thought, leading to a few calls through the Communication Mirror to the castellan of House Potter.

Even the few students lurking in town were surprised to see the King in Hogsmeade, so decided to follow the group for as long as possible to see where they went, surprised by the number of stores they visited.

They eventually broke away and left for the castle, ready to spread the gossip of the King's arrival in Hogsmeade, which no doubt would cause the students to rumble.

However, there was another group of students present in town, who knew nothing about the King visiting, so they were nothing more than curious as young children always were after seeing Professor Elmer in Hogsmeade, something that they considered similar to a flying mundane pig, and one brave student called out for the wise wizard.

"Professor!

Are you heading back to the castle too?" shouted one of the Third-Year students from House Peverell, only to pause when he noticed the markings of Wintersguard in numerous numbers, and the man they guarded.

"BRAN'S HAIRY BALLS, IT'S THE KING!" screamed the child, only for him and his friends to suddenly drop to their knees, somewhat kowtowing, leading to other students to follow, though most went to their knees, unfortunately throwing away their purchased goods by mistake during the sudden action.

It all happened so fast that no one could stop the kids from the mess they caused to their clothes and goods, or that a few students smart enough to kneel, now seemed like nothing more than fools for the mess they made by throwing their goods into the air like frightened deer's.

It all caused Elmer to heavily sigh at the state of the students, before he spoke up, pushing aside niceties for classic ruthlessness and fury.

"Get your asses up from the goddamn ground and use your god forsaken heads for once!

It appears not a single one of you remembers what was stringently taught during the Etiquette Classes of your FIRST YEAR!

I'll be making sure the entire school has their fair share of re-education on the subject matter in the coming weeks, now get up and bow before your King, like the educated fools you are, even if you have failed the standard of Hogwarts educated students.

Chop chop, chums."

While harsh, Elmer's words quickly organised the students who all got up from the ground and saw King Thenar was giggling at their antics, causing many to pout, which only further made the King laugh as well as the Wintersguard.

The young student who started the whole chaotic situation came from House Malfoy, descendant of Magnar Draco Malfoy, a legendary figure of the Northern Realms who helped settle their House in Avalon during its creation and went on to create the prestigious and illustrious magical Order called Death's Reapers that still exists today.

Created during the era of Bran the Builder, House Malfoy saw the need for a magical Order to organise the large number of martial Magnars, and their kin, all of whom were highly skilled magical, and physical warriors, so Magnar Draco Malfoy thought it ideal to take them over to Essos.

At first, no name was settled upon by the large group, yet High Magnar Hadrian supplied them all with simple dark armour of Basilisk and Dragon scales with the crest of House Potter as an open supporter.

The robes were designed to include a hood, giving the members of the group a shadowy element, which only improved their uniqueness, quickly raising their legend in the countless battles across Essos against various armies and nations while masquerading as a mercenary company.

Eventually, the people came to call them 'Death's Reapers', as they never lost a member of their own illustrious company but vanquished the armies of their foes with nary a survivor unless they wished to leave behind a tale to spread or message for a particular party to hear.

It all caused them to eventually be drawn into a large war between two warring factions of the vast and widespread Golden Empire.

Contracted to the side struggling in the factional war between forces tied to the current ruling Dynasty of the Golden Empire, they were given highly undesirable odds in the battle to come that was likely to end the influence of the struggling side.

What instead occurred was the annihilation of both sides, and the capture of all the criminal elements to have deliberately funded such heinous activities that it brought out the utter hatred each member of Death's Reapers kept under lock and key.

Worse yet, both factions were operated by even stronger and more influential families of the Golden Empire, only furthering their combined anger, which all compiled together to cause the Death's Reapers to single-handedly purge the filth of the Kingdom.

They made sure everyone was well aware of their wrath and left the dead hung up through the streets of the vast empire, with plenty of Public Speakers advising the masses of the crimes committed by the families.

Eventually it led to the interference of the Azure Royal Imperial Family, sending their army to meet with the Commander of the Death's Reapers, so they could be taken to trial for their crimes, yet upon arriving at the settlement believed to be the centre of their operations.

Instead, all they found was the markings of the Deathly Hallows, etched into the foreheads of the loyalists in the pocket of various members of the Imperial Royal Family with an account of their crimes written down on paper, each stamped to the chests of the criminals.

It was the first and only time the markings of the Deathly Hallow were shown to the world up until the present, as the tale of the legend and myth created by the Death's Reapers was far from one any person or group could ever reproduce.

Even now, the current iteration of the Death's Reapers in Essos was feared and incredibly well known for their ferocious and honourable nature, causing most parties interested in purchasing their aid to stay far away.

While the first iteration of the Order operated visibly in Essos, even after the events deep within the borders of the Golden Empire, back on Skagos, House Malfoy rose expectantly from the success of Magnar Draco's hard work to secure a place for the Death's Reapers in continent past the Narrow Sea.

Yet his descendant currently was close to weeping at his foolish actions and what it now meant for him, as it'd likely cause many to prank him for the next few days if not weeks to come for the increased number of classes dedicated to etiquette, one class all disliked but understood was important in their daily life to come.

One known fact he forgot, as well as his friends and the students nearby except for the few with minds far from that of sheep to survive the influential stupidity of another, but only to an extent as they had thrown their goods into the air whilst kneeling.

Before his thoughts could lead him to spiral any further, he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder, leading him to look up to see one of the Wintersguard smiling down at him.

"Come little cousin of mine.

You have nothing to worry about, Cadmus, trust me on that.

Our King is magnanimous and rather childish at times, so just be yourself okay?"

Realising his Uncle's eldest daughter was one of the members of the Wintersguard currently protecting the King, Cadmus smiled and gave her a quick before bowing to the King, "Your Grace,"

"Rise, Son of House Malfoy.

How go your studies at Hogwarts, young Cadmus?" that was a wrong decision, as Elmer groaned knowing full well the young child of House Malfoy was rather exuberant in regards to his magical education.

It clearly showed as some of his wild ideas were suggested, much to the shock and awe of the King's group, as Cadmus spoke of a project, he and his friends were working on that allowed them to stimulate combat but like a game if you will.

Without even being asked, Cadmus went further in-depth regarding the functionality they were trying to gain from the unique blades that left one partially paralysed, as if it were a real wound.

They'd called it Battleground, eventually leading the King's group to follow the young wizard to the castle, a majestic piece of magical architecture and craftsmanship that would forever draw Thenar's breath away, before making their way to a private study lab, without stopping for the Headmaster to begin introductions+.

Using the Data Slates, they created a simulation of sorts to showcase what they meant to achieve from Battleground, which soon found itself approved as a sport they could even introduce during the current games.

It was based largely based off the need to find an alternative to lethal duels, and melees that were rather stagnant to Cadmus and his friends, who'd worked alongside their Smithing Professors Bloodsteel of the Gringotts Nation, and Baltor of the Dwarven Nation.

They helped educate the students in created weapons that caused damage but weren't lethal, instead stunned the opponent or made their limbs numb.

It worked well for the operations of Battlegrounds, as a team format or one solely focused on a 'Free for All', easily allowing the fighters to use the non-lethal weapons to showcase their skills and tactics against the enemy to gain the victory.

Since it was all magical in kind, they planned to have large fields of play, where plenty of obstacles and other factors could interfere in the game to completely change the setting or flow of the round.

As such, Cadmus, his friends, all those who helped develop Battleground, and their families were called to the Forever Winter Bank branch in Diagon Alley, a magical district in Avalon, to contract the games for the North to make use of and popularise around Westeros but preferably Essos as it had a larger market.

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Leaving Cadmus and the others behind as Longdagger, a Goblin Lawyer, arrived with a retinue of accountants and lawyers to understand the sport and refining some of the parts unthought of ignored by the creators before finalising the paperwork to have the game registered as a Northern Sport, Elmer led Thenar and the Wintersguard to one of the auditoriums where a class was being held.

As they entered and took of a seat in the back row without anyone being aware of their presence due to magic employed by Elmer, they all listened closely as the young man with dark black hair and bold emerald eyes with hints of gold and an outlined iris of blood red, educated Sixth Years on Battle Magic.

With a sharp jawline and high noble cheekbones, the young man exuded the natural aura of a noble from an influential family, though happily preferred to educate the next generation.

"Now, we have just completed the module on Dual Wielding, where you enable yourselves to carry a sword or some sort of weapon in one hand that you are comfortable with and have diligently trained to use in combat, while the other is reserved for your wand or a different magical focus that may suit you instead in battle.

A warning that I must iterate once more, make sure to understand the new focus you have taken to using, otherwise I'll have to visit your funerals and feel guilty for not teaching you any better.

Now,… I have seen a Valyrian wielding a Shield in one and a magical staff in the other, however I think it has to do a lot with the education taught at Ancalagon School for Mages.

Again, before anyone asks, the Ancalagon School for Mages was built by Clan Heiðruind around the second century of the Valyrians being gifted the aid of an Imperial Family related to the Imperial Royal Family of the Kingdom of Gaesle.

They were gifted magically, as the blood of the Eldari was known to be mixed into theirs, but soon they accepted the blood of Valyrians, as they heard of the end of their civilisation.

Not sure of the path to take in life, they settled with the Valyrians, becoming House Ragarehrys and accepted the position of the first Archon to lead the Freeholder families to rise up as Dragonlords after gaining the creatures as their mounts.

Moving past the history of the Freehold since this isn't your History Class, the Formaðr decided to travel around Valyria after Benjen the Traveller helped establish the Trading Hub in Valyria.

At one point, he came across several Dragonlords, though first introductions didn't go as expected and the Dragonlords saw their mounts listening to another who spoke a foreign and magical tongue, which happened to be Dragon Tongue.

Stunned, the Dragonlords of some of the wealthiest and strongest magical families from the Freehold were left in awe of the Formaðr, including his might to deal with the Dragons as nothing more than children.

Acknowledging the strength of the Formaðr, they soon found themselves being lectured on the horrible repercussions of practising Sacrificial and Blood Magic.

They were aware of the dangers of practising magic, but they didn't know Sacrificial and Blood Magic could affect their souls, so after being made aware of the repercussions, all three decided to combine their resources and build a magical institution of their own.

This only came about after they were taught by the Formaðr personally to wield magic through the language systems already created from the Terra Dimension, and those native here, eventually leading to the development of the High Valyrian Language System, all of which you have been already taught since it is quite destructive in the field of battle.

As such, the Ancalagon School for Mages is overseen and managed by Clan Heiðruind, and the three Valyrian Houses, Nhalaryn, Sehlaeros, and Vahnaeris.

Till now, they have built the institution into one of the best magical schools in Essos, and you will have the chance to witness their prowess soon enough at the Tri-Wizard Tournament to come during your first year at university.

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Now… moving past all that, the young Valyrian Battlemage I met during my visit to the Freehold, knew best how to fight with the shield, even throwing it much like Captain America from the Northern Comics of the Otherworld.

I even asked if he'd read the comics, only to smirk back at me in reply, though it followed with the shield being thrown at full force towards my face during our private interaction.

Anyway, he drew on his elemental magic of fire and air during the battle within the colosseum, allowing the shield to act as a battering ram of sorts, which it practically did since the opponent wasn't prepared for it to be thrown at his gut, knocking the wind out of him shortly after I caught that daft item as it headed towards the crowds.

Truly though, the battle that came after showcased the beauty artform style developed by the Valyrian Battlemage that incorporated the shield and staff.

It was clean and fast yet defying of practical means of combat and tactics as the Valyrian Battlemage decided to discard his shield later in the fight to focus solely equipping the staff and fighting.

In the end, the young man won, but remained more injured than his opponent as without the shield, there wasn't anything to help protect his body.

Of course, he could have relied upon his magical capabilities to call back the weapon, or even have some sort of charmed ring sheathe that can retrieve the weapon, yet without such artifacts and skills, you are nothing more than dead meat.

When fighting, our bodies will become exhausted physically and mentally with time, so it's never wise to expend one's magical energy in battle for needless acts such as retrieving a discarded weapon.

So, I will only say this once, do not throw away your weapons in battle, as without it, all that is left is your magic and that will not last forever ladies and gentlemen.

I do not have any faults either with wielding a shield as your main weapon, however, do not think of yourselves as Captain America or his equivalent.

You are far from it, so do not bother.

Instead you are all more than that, so don't follow the trends of entertainment media.

Now, do you have any questions?" the young professor simply grinned as dozens of hands shot up into the air, as the eagerness on the faces of the children from many different magical species besides human could easily be seen to have their questions answered to ease the doubts in their minds.

After spending the next couple of minutes answering questions, the class ended and the students all raced out, only to witness the King come into view and the Wintersguard, yet thankfully there was no chaos like that caused by Cadmus Malfoy.

All simply bowed and left, leaving Elmer to lead the group down the steps to the young professor who was cleaning up his desk and the teaching notes with nothing more than a wave of his hand, which was noted by Thenar and his Wintersguard, all who slightly felt awed by the power wielded by the young man, and the ease at which it was possible.

None said a word or made any action to reach for their weapon from the display of magic, as Elmer made them all swear well in advance to not behave out of place under the protections of Hogwarts.

They all knew Wandless Magic wasn't out of the reach if practised and trained diligently, yet very few were able to wield it as effortlessly as the young Professor.

As Elmer approached the young man, he simply smiled back, though it wasn't one that could be considered respective of his age, but of someone far older and tempered by time.

Thenar wasn't the only one to notice this fact, as a few of the sharper Wintersguard tried to understand why the young professor looked on at Arch Warlock Elmer like he was a child, instead of a grandfather or a respected elder at the very least.

It was there for a fleeting moment, but one they didn't forget to notice.

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"How have you been?

It has been some time since I have seen you?" said the young professor whilst hugging Elmer, who simply replied during the embrace, "I am well.

I have been busy with my duties to the King, so I haven't been present to teach some of my classes as of late.

Lucifer is doing swell in my stead managing the classes without needing supervision, which is why I could send time abroad lately.

There is much to discuss about the actions outside our borders, regardless of all that for now, I have brought him as you have asked of me, and yes,… the Wintersguard have sworn an oath of secrecy before the Old Gods, securing their loyalty and word."

"Excellent!" Grinned the young professor, only for his stance and attitude to change along with his aura, becoming far more relaxed in the presence of the King and Wintersguard.

"So… you are the son of young Bran who became the Bloody Wolf…

My god, the last time I saw you, I think you weren't any more than a babe in your mother's arms, with an adorable pet name she'd given you.

I believe it was Little Thenny."

For a moment, all seemed dead silent for the King and his Wintersguard as they tried to comprehend how the young man knew of Thenar's nickname, given by his mother.

Yet the stunned King didn't take too long to quip back an appropriate response, hoping it would answer his long-theorised question.

He'd only come to such a decision after noticing the submissive behaviour of Elmer to the young Professor, when they were coming to Hogwarts to meet with the Formaðr.

Therefore, his mind instantly recovered the memories of the tales told from one Stark to the next, though it included those introduced by his great-grandmother from her own family after being married into House Stark.

She wasn't the only one to introduce tales of past legends to House Stark, yet as she came from the direct lineage of a legendary figure, her knowledge about said being was far greater than all others to have married into their House.

As such, Thenar wasn't so lost or confused by the identify of the young Professor like the Wintersguard, so he felt his words weren't out of place or disrespectful, having long heard them since his youth.

"If… I… Thenar Stark, the one known by most as the Warmage Wolf, asked the one known by legend as the Wizard King, to kneel before the Throne of Winter… and proclaim me your King…would you do as such?"

The young professor smirked with a small tinge of delight yet a great depth of sadness swarm in his eyes as he replied back, "All you need to do is ask, my child."

With that answer, Thenar and even the Wintersguard unconsciously let go of the breath they held back, as the shock of hearing the famous line of the Northern Legend caused them all to look upon the young professor with awe and wonder in their eyes.

One brave Wintersguard even dared to speak up, with all the respect she could muster for the young man that she could not doubt, not matter what, even if her mind told her otherwise, her magic said to trust her gut.

Before she had the chance to say a word, the young man continued.

"Every time I meet a Stark King, they all seem to somehow know to ask if I would kneel…

It makes me wonder, did Bran and I create some sort of magical bond when we swore our oath before the Heart Tree that day… *Sigh* who knows." The young man stared off into the distance through the large windows of the classroom, deep in thought over the past.

The grief displayed by the Wizard King was evident for all to see, so taking a moment for the man to recover, the brave Wintersguard finally took her chance to gain some answers to her burning questions that rose up in her mind mostly due to the situation.

"I-It's an honour to meet you… umm..." not sure if addressing the young man as High King would be wise before her actual High King, "Professor is more than fine, child," smiled the young man.

With a slight nod as thanks, she continued, "I am Aurora, daughter of Caelum, the Second Son of House Malfoy.

It is truly an honour to meet you, as I hope it would be to see my ancestor Magnar Draco, the founder of House Malfoy after leaving the Terra Dimension."

"He was my rival for a time you know… when we were young and at school, we used to fight one another all the time…

Yet, the years passed, and the connection of blood finally rose to create a friendship I greatly cherish to this day.

It is good to see another of our family has lived and survived comfortably to this day and age."

Aurora couldn't help but smile proudly, already planning to show these memories to family upon her return later in the week, "We live off the hard work and foundation you set for our continued survival… Professor.

Though I have to ask, would you mind tell us of those days, and your time with Ancestor Magnar Draco?"

The young man complied eagerly, speaking of his days in this world after arriving from the Terra Dimension, only to dive straight into developing the North for the better.

He spoke of Draco and all the work he accomplished to strengthen the foundation of the Death's Reapers in Essos, more so as the rise of injustice and mayhem grew in the lands.

Though Aurora knew her time speaking with the professor came to an end as her King was finally ready to ask his own questions after finally recovering from the revelation of the High King of the Terra Dimension standing before them, freely educating the students of Hogwarts.

The fabled legend of the North, equal to that of Bran the Builder, and many Kings of Winter to come after, the Wizard King still held a strong presence in Northern culture, stories, and its overall legend.

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Once the King gained the strength to settle his disrupted mind, the young man proceeded with his own formal introduction, "So… let's get this over with and get to the good stuff.

I am High Magnar Hadrian James Potter, the Wizard King, yet in this day and age, I go by the name Dante Romulus of House Heiðran, having revived the House during my time in the Valyrian Freehold, eventually gaining the responsibility of Formaðr as the last decided to retire for a time to focus on other projects.

Mind you, Sue Li helped strengthen our bond with the First Amber Emperor of the Golden Empire, after we fulfilled his request to save the lives of the last Dynasty and their loyal people, including families, before they were slaughtered by supporters of the current dynasty in power and general enemies as the war for the Emperor to rise was rather bloody.

Those fools even led several attacks on our known bases, businesses, and ships, but were caught and delivered straight to the court of the Emperor.

For those saved however, all have happily settled in Avalon, taking refugee under the protections of House Potter, though I suspect they will swear fealty to House Stark at some point during the Northern Games.

House Qin, their vassals, and loyal followers, really have no other option besides the North to accept as their home, since their Dynasty diligently followed the laws of the land, often leading to rival Houses losing profitable businesses to the raids of the Blood-Ice Dynasty.

Make good use of them King Thenar, but also ensure they are treated as one of our own, so they secure their roots here in the Northern Realms.

News of their refugee in our lands have long reached the court of the Golden Empire, which led to Sue proposing the creation of a magical institution in their Borders and her subsequent retire from the position of Formaðr.

Clan Heiðruind is currently managing the foundation of the institution, along with Sue providing her full hands-on support to its construction, curriculum, security, and much more, including her family aiding her in the vast project.

Already we have seen better trade between the Northern Realms and the Golden Empire, as the new reign of the Amber Dynasty is likely to last for centuries, if not a thousand years at the very minimum with the introduction of the school.

Anyway, I am here now, educating the next generation to live in this world… while waiting for the day I'd have the chance to finally meet you once more Thenny… as we have much to discuss."

A little caught off guard, and aware it was a test thrown at him by the Wizard King, Thenar quickly did his best to compose himself before addressing several points weighing down on his mind.

"First… you declared yourself of House Heiðran, which I have been told is leading the Akaydrazel Trading Company that has originated in the Freehold…

Please explain how that happened, as the only House Heiðran I know of originates from Hogwarts, so did you choose to revive the extinct House without any true blood ties, since I know for a fact, you are of House Potter, with your blood running through my own.

Also, I hope you will elaborate upon the need for the Akaydrazel Trading Company, which I honestly cannot find a good reason to exist…"

Thenar didn't want to show it but to hear the Wizard King established a noble House in the Valyrian Freehold concerned him to no end as he didn't want to see the magical populous of the North leave with the man.

Deep down he knew it wasn't ever likely to occur, but in the moment, with the legendary figure standing before him, Thenar didn't know what to think.

Hadrian or as he liked to be called now, Dante, could only smile wearily, "Trust me kid… *Sigh* it was quite the shock to me when I first learnt about it as well.

It goes back to my days in the Terra Dimension, but to put it simply, I have full magical and blood right over House Heiðran, as I was the Lord to support the creation of the original Hogwarts.

When I came to this world however, I accepted my original family name of Potter once more with my parents alive and well, including my siblings, who all went on to have families of their own, such as the Potters of the Skagossi Isles, and those of the Western Coast.

As time passed by, and my journey around the world led me to various corners of the world, I chose to settle once more, though under the magical rite of House Heiðran.

Reviving the House through the noble courts of the Valyrian Freehold has given me a stronghold in the lands of the dragons, much to the displeasure of Freeholder Houses believing themselves greater and of higher prestige.

Trust me when I say this, I have not abandoned the Northern Realms for Valyria, as their courts and council are far deadlier than you could imagine.

All they can do beside making snide comments at one another, is use their dragons to attack fields, steals servants, and even cause battles between lesser Valyrian Houses to fight in their stead.

Honestly, it's all pointless and one of the reasons I need to become Archon, after which I believe it won't be difficult to make the Freeholder Houses accept by changes, however none of that is guaranteed.

Therefore, right now, all I am doing is settling in another Kingdom, building up my power base so I can begin changing it from the inside to help it grow and expand somewhat to become a strong ally for the Northern Realms.

Of course, it hasn't been made easy with many of the Dragon Freeholder Families focused on the slavery trade, and quite freely have continued to practise sacrificial and blood magic.

But I have made great progress to change the Kingdom for the better… I hope.

Regarding the Akaydrazel Trading Company, it is a means to increase the standing of House Heiðran as they bring forth magical species into their ranks alongside Valyrians and their citizens."

Thenar listened diligently, making sure he missed nothing that was said, and only after a dozen or so seconds had passed in silence, that he finally nodded, having understood the progress made so far by Dante, before leading onto his next question.

"Based off what you said earlier, I have met with representatives of House Qin and organised a meeting the day after morrow.

So far, I have discovered the members of the House aren't only highly valued scholars from around the world, but merchants, cooks, guards, educators, governmental officials and much more, all under the umbrella of one family.

Mind you, they can survive on their own if given the necessary support in the beginning to lay the foundation to survive centuries, if not millennia.

Therefore, I have to ask…. How can they benefit the Northern Realms?

For all I can see, them joining the Northern Realms will only hold them back from making full use of their vast range of specialities and capabilities."

Dante simply smirked, "That's why they will become one of House Stark's lealest vassals in the years to come, further increasing the strength and prestige of the Northern Realms Kingdom.

You have noticed all that the House Qin encompasses on their own, without any sort of support from the North, could easily be utilised to carve a small piece of the world for themselves, yet they are here in the North.

So, I'd advise to continue providing House Qin shelter in the Northern Realms but do let them know in advance that a Seat of Power and Keep of their own was less than a decade away from being awarded to them.

While it might no seem advisable, it'll be the best course of action to take so they can prepare in advance to take over the management of their Seat of Power."

Thenar nodded in agreement, "Very well, I shall take your thoughts into consideration, but that leads me to my next question.

What exactly am I here for?"

Elmer watched from the side, somewhat embarrassed by the actions of his ancestor, and mentor, who acted far too immature at times, though deadly serious at other times.

Either way, Elmer could do nothing or say anything to advise his Ancestor on how to behave and speak before the King but was too afraid of being treated like a child for interrupting.

But before he knew it, one simple word brought him back to his childhood, one full of laughter and joy, yet incredibly private and unknown to the masses.

Especially his nick name known only by close family and friends.

"Ellie, won't you be a dear and call over those reports we spoke of."

The Wintersguard along with King Thenar swivelled their heads to face Elmer, with their jaws dropped by how the Wizard King treated the Arch Warlock like a mere child.

Dante couldn't help but laugh to himself as he watched an embarrassed Elmer walk over with some papers in his hand, a little downcast by the King and his Wintersguard knowing of his childhood name given by his mother long ago.

It made the Wizard King think of the days when Elmer was nothing more than an infant child, running around Camelot while sat atop his very own familiar Direwolf, a gift he received as his mother was of House Stark before marrying into House Potter.

"Now, while I have revived House Heiðran, though through the Courts of the Freeholders of Valyria, I have brought word of what I know is to come in the future, such that you already have been made aware of.

The Kingdoms of the South have decided to lead a war upon us, however as you are already aware, House Martell and Yronwood have made you aware of the Great Alliance, including the immense forces of the Kingdoms coming to lead the attack.

I have reports advising around four hundred thousand people will gather to attack Wolf's Fort, and the two Gates of the Canal, while the navy of the Lannisters and Reach will attack the western coast.

Lannisters will also take charge on the attack upon the Iron Islands, which will be a bloodbath and a half, that I am certain of.

Durrandon is sending the fleet to attack Oldcastle, in fact they will be landing upon the beaches of Andal's Agony Woodlands.

Arryn's going for the Three Sisters, determined to take the islands for his Kingdom, though only after slaughtering the magical life present, yet none of those fools are of any concern to me or the North.

We have all that we could ever need to beat them back and even raid their lands.

I wouldn't put it past us from taking over Westeros entirely if we wanted to, but it is not why I am here, revealing myself, a fact I do not ever like doing since it leads many to believe I will fix their problems.

I won't.

I have served and done my time, and still do so while travelling the world, exploring, and understanding more about magic and the uniqueness of this world compared to my own.

Which is why I have come to warn you… King of the Rock, King of the Storm, King of the Vale, and King of the Reach have gained 'wisdom' from House Sevenstar of Andalos.

They believe… divine intervention will be at hand… however I am concerned it will instead involve the lives of Wizards and Witches from down South, though more like the men, while the women are kept… back, to learn of the ways of the Faith.

Trust me when I say this, it is the unholiest action anyone could ever take."

Dante handed over the reports, completely aware of the reaction to come after reading the reports detailing the horrendous actions of the Faithful of the Seven.

Some acts were far to grotesque that they were left out, but Dante knew Thenar wasn't the type of King to be left in the dark, especially in regards to such matters that involved the people of the North.

Even if they simply came here to study, they were considered Northern to the masses as long as they behaved and acted in line with Northern customs, laws, and behaviour.

Thenar lashed out, with his anger first focused on the Andals and the Faith for capturing Witches, only to be handed over to the 'Faithful' to become breeding mares in service of the Faith to give birth to magical gifted children in the Light of the Seven.

Before anyone could stop him, Thenar launched his aggression at Dante, not able to see the shock and utter terror in the eyes of the Wintersguard, but especially Elmer, who'd never once thought the man he'd largely raised from birth would dare to attack the fabled Wizard King.

Yet the reaction of Dante was far from what anyone expected to see as he simply vanished the magical bombardment of spells sent in his direction, only to wave his right hand to bind Thenar and draw him forward.

As the King of the North stopped dead before Dante, he noticed the eyes of the Formaðr were swirling with power, alight not by fury, but sadness.

"You have every right to strike me out of anger… *Sigh*

If I could… the entire Faith of the Seven would be long dead, along with their Gods… yet here we are, as laws from the heavens above force my inaction as my time in this world has long passed as High Magnar Hadrian Potter.

Therefore, the fate of the people is in your hands, not mine…" spoke a tired man that saw far too much in his extended lifetime it'd haunt him forever.

Lady Death made sure her servant and Herald knew he wasn't to get involved in the matters of the world, as it wasn't his time to interfere, as others had fate and destiny to fulfill.

So, he couldn't simply travel over to the Reach Kingdom and raze it completely before heading over to Andalos to do the same.

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As Thenar was finally placed back on the ground and some distance away from Dante, along with being freed from the magical bindings, the King of the North picked up the reports and continued to read through them, though focused only on the key points.

It wasn't long before he of what to ask, while the Wintersguard remained powerless to do anything in truth to protect their King, whereas Elmer studied his mentor to try and understand the new side he saw of the man for the first time.

"The report says they have already gained the allegiance of many magicals in their ranks, some of whom will take action later tonight, if I'm not wrong.

In saying that, isn't there a curse that will be inflicted by breaking their oath taken in front of the Ygg-Heart-Atkaye Tree after graduating from Hogwarts to do no harm to the Northern Realms or use magic to inflict harm upon the innocent?"

"You aren't wrong King Thenar, but I suspect the Andals from Andalos have brought something over to help bypass those restrictions.

Don't quote me for verbatim, but if that is the case, then we need to focus on Andalos as well and their allies to give them such an advantage.

If its who I believe it to be that has dared to invoke the wrath of the North, then you'll have House Qin moving onto their new Keep and Seat of Power within the year at the very least, while the Kingdom gains influence and power like it's never held before."

Dante's honest and quick reply immediately led Thenar to made certain decisions in regards to the safety of his people in the war to come, as well as House Qin.

"For safety and wellbeing of all those treated under the laws of the Old Gods, I, King Thenar, second of my name, call upon the Orders of the Magical Arms to serve in the upcoming war against the Andals."

"I, Dante Romulus of House Heiðran, raised from the Valyrian Freehold to nobility once more, and the current Formaðr of Clan Heiðruind, give my consent to support employ the Orders of the Magical Arms in war.

I also grant the full support of Clan Heiðruind to the King of the North and the Northern Realms Kingdom in the war to come."

Elmer as witness ensured magic ensured the agreement was followed through, which only led Thenar to enquire about the journey so far for Dante, before they spoke of plans to combat the foes to come.

"If you must really know, I've spent most of my time for the last couple of centuries travelling across Essos, specifically the Valyrian Freehold.

Once I heard of their first war against the Empire of Old Ghis, I heard they'd begun to heavily explore Sacrificial and Blood Magic, without ever once considering the consequences of their actions.

After I helped establish the Ancalagon School for Mages, I've worked on eliminating the practice of Blood and Sacrificial Magic, while somewhat altering their customs and culture to make the change permanent.

So far, I've seen decent progress, but it's far from perfect or where I would like to see it.

I've also travelled throughout the empire of the Ghiscari and found plenty willing to side with the Northern Realms, having long given up on the Council of the Octarch's to lead them to victory against the Dragons.

They were already struggling against the foes on the other side of their border, with long plans to attack the Northern Realms, however dragons were far from anything they had combat experience against it, leading to heavy losses, even if they were believed to have won.

Now, they are friends who may come to our aid or even ask for shelter one day if they find the peace ending with the Valyrians and war returns." Thenar wanted to delve deeper into the matter but was interrupted well before he could say a word as Dante continued to speak.

"Now, in having said all that, later tonight you will have Octarchs, Dragonlords, Rhoynish Princes and Princesses, and the Crown Prince of the Amber Dynasty of Yi-Ti, along with their families and invited friends in attendance later tonight when you reach the Royal Box.

Try and make friends with them, while drawing the Dornish Kings into your inner circle, even if one of them saw to the end of your friend.

We will need their aid in the battle to come, especially if what I've heard is true regarding the plans for Dorne after the attack on Wolf's Fort."

Thenar just sighed, but smiled as the Wizard King led them straight into scheming how to deal with the incoming mess upon their lands and that of their foes, especially Andalos and the Kingdom of the Reach.

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..

Later in the day, the Opening Ceremony for the Northern Games was about to commence, as Avalon's Colosseum was filled to capacity, with plenty of expanded magical projectors spread throughout the city, Skagos, and the Northern Realms, allowing all to view the extravagant bi-yearly event, that often still was held each year, as Skagos had their own separate games to measure their own citizens against one another.

Being led to their seats by the staff of the Colosseum, King Desmond and King Morgan waited till they arrived in their private box to view the Opening Ceremony and introduction of the competitors from around the known world before speaking with one another.

"I will never understand how Skagos can be such a large piece of land that it required us to travel by train to reach Avalon.

Its obvious magic is involved, but even so, it is hard to comprehend, much like the offerings of the city upon the Lands of the Old Gods." Stated Desmond, watching closely as magical speakers came alive through the colosseum, advising people the ceremony would commence shortly.

"Honestly, I am glad to have not followed along with the plans of the Foolish Kings.

This land is far from safe to invade, I am well aware of that now.

Thankfully we made the necessary adjustments to send our 'forces' to Rivia, however I pray everything goes well in Dorne that we return without fear or worry of the Faithful."

Neither King expected, nor did their guards as another voice soon joined them, "You can believe me when I say this, but those of the Faith will be nothing more than blood on the walls of Dornish Keeps that can be easily washed away, though I hope the blood is used to feed the Old Gods instead." King Arthur of House Dayne entered the private box, pushing past the guards of House Yronwood and Martell, only to click his fingers for a chair to appear beside the other monarchs out of thin air.

The Dayne King knew of the Aelflyn and Eldari, so decided to make the most over the top entrance leading into the room.

Desmond couldn't help but laugh out loud at the behaviour of Arthur, known for his brashness and Northern attributes, but was just as deadly as a Southern Snake.

Morgan on the other hand struggled to comprehend why Dayne had made himself known and how much was he aware of the war to come in Dorne.

Though it shouldn't have been an issue to contact House Dayne in truth, as they would have taken the first chance at dealing a dangerous blow to their enemies.

"I must say, I never once expected to see you here, Arthur.

How have you been, old friend?

I hope the children are doing well, as is the Queen?" said Desmond after standing up to give Arthur a quick hug which was returned in kind.

"I am swell as you have grown fatter and older.

King Thenar had sent a personal invitation to request my attendance at these games, which included my family as well, though my younger brothers remain behind to lead my forces.

The children are doing well and have asked about their cousins, just as your sister asks about your health and that of your wife's.

She is doing well leading the exchange of ideas and trade with the Northern Realms to help improve our lands to match up against the North.

It'll take time and money, but believe our Kingdom has the best chance against the rest if I'm being fair."

Morgan even had to agree with King Arthur, their Kingdom wasn't as separated and distant from one another, so it made things easier if they were to cooperate.

"I would love to say it's an honour to meet your King Morgan, I am still disappointment about the death of my dear friend Qylen.

However, I have heard of your actions to atone for those mistakes in the past, for which I am grateful to hear, though I believe the next few days will possibly ensure your complete forgiveness in my eyes."

"Then all I can hope for from the Gods is a peaceful resolution between our sides by the end of this war to come.

In truth, I pray my actions will make it possible for me to once more see Qylen in the afterlife… and ask for his forgiveness."

Arthur clenched his jaw, as did Desmond, both upset at having lost a dear and close friend but understood the path Morgan was about to take on.

Neither gave him their blessings for such an endeavor waiting instead for the results, though they made a note to themselves to watch the progress of the King to House Martell.

Moving past the subject just spoken of, Desmond asked, "Who have you sent in charge of your forces to Rivia?"

"My younger brother born from a drunken entanglement by mother had with Andalos sailor, which made my association with the Andal forces invading Dorne easier, though he isn't one to believe in the Foolish Kings."

Both Kings ended up nodding in satisfaction at what was said, leading to the change in the subject of discussion by Arthur, "I heard about our children and their endeavors as an Indoor Football team during the small tournament last night in Camelot.

Unable that such activities will be widespread and available all over the known world soon enough, but I worry what it will do to those unable to break away from the habits drawn forth from expecting wins.

So, have you any idea how we should tell our allies to view the Gaming Houses?

I truly think we should really take this into consideration as the North have already changed the world countless times over with their inventions.

Goddamnit, our Houses have Athletic Forces that train and compete all year round, and are paid by us, with their success making them even more popular and known amongst the smallfolk than their Magnars, Lords, and even Kings."

With a deadpan expression, Desmond simply replied "Mighty humble of you, King Arthur, when I know you spent more than forty golden wolves to sign the northern football manager, Einar Bryden Wenger.

Don't worry, dear goodbrother of mine, I am fully aware of your obsessions, much to the displeasure of my dear sister."

Morgan choked on his wine, sadly having it spill onto his clothes, but that matter little in the moment for he couldn't stop himself from laughing at the brutal honesty the two Kings were exhibiting in his presence.

He knew they were trying their best to forge ties, especially after Qylen's death, so Morgan decided to not blow his chance bonding with the two Kings, more so if he wanted to meet his family safely away in the Stepstones.

Seeing the wine on Morgan's clothes, Arthur called for an Aelflyn to help clean up just as he added, "Last time I ever choose to help you in preparing for the Desert Games," his words had an instant effect on Desmond who paled slightly.

Just as Desmond rushed to speak up so he could validate his actions, Arthur quickly added "Back to my point of Northern Innovation,… our Great Kingdom could reach such heights as the Northern Realms, but not without support and a strong alliance between our three Houses.

We reign over Dorne, even if we have been long at war with one another, our lands weren't tainted by our actions as we kept the peace to ensure normality for the people.

Therefore, I believe we strengthen our own ties and begin taking larger steps to improve not just our own lands, but the Great Kingdom as a whole.

What I wish to know are your thoughts on such a proposition between our Houses, and if we should ask the Northern Realms for their aid in the beginning to help or find another means to make full use of our lands and the plentiful natural resources?"

Morgan and Desmond soon fell into deep conversation with Arthur until a guard of his House arrived and carefully spoke to his King at barely a whisper.

"Forgive me," said King Arthur after realising the true reason he'd made the journey to the private box of the duo Dornish Kings, "I believe it's time for us to leave, as I originally came to pass on the news of an invitation to the private box of King Thenar yet forgot after we began to catch up with one another.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Warmage High King has a couple words of his own to say in regards to the grand endeavors our people seek in our name and will, along with our plans afterwards."

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..

"WELCOME TO THE NINE HUNDRETH AND SIXTY-EIGHTH BI-ANNUAL NORTHERN GAMES, HELD ONCE MORE IN AVALON OF SKAGOS!"

The announcer was actually a well-known performer educated at the Arts Academy of Winterfell and made the announcements for the Boxing and Mixed Martial Arts League that was formed many years ago.

He wasn't the only one overseeing the event, as other announcers were chosen to manage in a different language so the projected screens at the Trading Hubs was best suited for its audience.

They were currently introducing the High Magnar Tarius Orion Potter and King Thenar the Warmage Stark before continuing with the blessings performed by the Children, Dryads, Druids, Green Men and Women, as they all prayed for a clean and successful Northern Games.

After this, the Undying Flame ignited at the Fist of the First Men, before travelling all over the North, visiting each of the major settlements, towns, cities, and villages along the path before arriving at Avalon.

Ever since the first Northern Games held in Skagos during the fiftieth year After the Wall, the flame was protected by the citizens of the North, with villages doing all they can to keep the flame alive, while larger towns sent along guards and warriors to protect the flame.

It would be carried by competitors from all walks of life, making sure the flame never died out, as it was meant to symbolise the passion for sports and the competitive spirit it gave birth to, but eventually led to most seeing it as the endurance of northerners to brave the winter and tough life of their lands.

All of this could be witnessed mostly around the world expect for regions largely controlled by Andals, such as the Stormlands, Westerlands, Reach, parts of the Vale and Dorne.

Yet the Stepstones had no issues showcasing the Northern Games through the magical projectors, built into open areas like the city square of the Stepstark Seat of Power, and the stadium of a vassal's quidditch pitch.

Soon the masses were able to see and hear the musical talents of the North, as well-known artists of the Northern Realms and those from around the known world began to perform for all to see and hear.

" Legends never die
When the world is calling you
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
Legends never die
They become a part of you
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Relentless you survive

They never lose hope when everything's cold
And the fighting's near
It's deep in their bones, they'll run into smoke
When the fire is fierce
Oh, pick yourself up, 'cause

Legends never die
When the world is calling you (the world is calling you)
Can you hear them screaming out your name?
Legends never die
They become a part of you (they become a part of you)
Every time you bleed for reaching greatness
Legends never die

They're written down in eternity
But you'll never see the price it costs
The scars collected all of their lives

When everything's lost, they pick up their hearts
And avenge defeat
Before it all starts, they suffer through harm
Just to touch a dream
Oh, pick yourself up, 'cause

Legends never die…"

..

.

"Magnificent isn't it, old friend…

The Kings of Winter, and their magical might to show the nations of this world, 'We are truly the greatest Kingdom by throwing such magnanimous events…'

*Tch* It makes me wonder, how lowly do they think of the Valyrian Freehold, even though we have secured the aid and support of the Formaðr from their court through those damn upcomers.

House Heiðran, while ancient in its history, evident by being a founding member of Hogwarts, has now risen once more from the flames of the Freehold, even if they hold little power in our courts… for their complete lack of dragons, yet hold influence through the title of 'Formaðr'.

I do not know why, but I cannot accept the new House into our courts, even if Clan Heiðruind is managed by Formaðr Heiðran, I am still not entirely persuaded by the man, even if its brought the Freehold greater support.

It all just reminds me of their origin from these lands of winter."

"*Sigh* Faenr, why do you show such hostility to the Northern Realms old friend?

I can understand your grief with them, however their actions to save us in our bashful youth led to our survival, and that of our dragons.

Do not forget, we were the ones to foolishly raid upon the city of Old Ghis without thinking of the consequences of our actions and the possibility they'd prepared defences to contend against our dragons."

"Yet!

Yet… these fucking bastards allowed Anye'ha to be capture, while dragging our helpless bodies away.

I would have preferred to be left behind… just as long as they left safely with Anye'ha…"

A grief stricken wise Dragonlord of the Valyrian Freehold looked on as the opening ceremony continued forward, thinking back to his past, and the love of his life who'd supposedly been captured half-dead by the forces of Old Ghis.

He was thankful for his dear friend, another Freeholder of Valyria, accompanied him through his grief from the past as they shared a drink of the magical imbued range.

Both sat in silence for a time before Faenr said, "I heard your eldest grandson from the first born has formed a close brotherly bond with the High Magnar of House Potter.

Mind telling me how that came about?"

The grief-stricken Dragonlord turned slightly to face his friend, but found his attention quickly drawn by the song being performed, 'Legends Never Die' as magical illusions of legends from the Northern Realms. were show to the audience.

All in all, it was amazing to witness and something the Valyrian Freehold had failed to emulate during their own Bi-Annual Games, just as the music change to suit the next performance.

Though the Dragonlords weren't expecting to witness a strong and powerful Dragonrider of Valyria taking to the stage to begin her performance as the proud mount landed in the stadium before taking flight once more.

Soon, the entire crowd in the stadium, all around Avalon, and around the known world were stumped by the beauty of the tempo and lyrics sung by the beautiful Dragonrider with northern features as evident by her hair that had two tones of colour.

Which was similarly matched by her unique pupil colouring in both eyes, a fact noticeable by all through the expanded magical projectors.

Her features were unique, yet known by the Northern Realms, and Valyrian Freehold as an indication of a child between a Northern Magical Noble and a Valyrian Magical Noble.

None knew who the parents of the woman were as they didn't see a family crest, or banners beside those of the Akaydrazel Trading Company, yet this only furthered the curiosity of many, more so after the end of her performance.

"Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you

Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most

Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
Everybody wants to rule the world
Everybody wants to rule the world
"

The performance left most people breathless or excited beyond belief, yet in the case of the Lord Freeholders, especially Faenr, were rather curious of the artist who wore the dragon markings of the Akaydrazel Trading Company and rode a powerful dragon mount that easily compared against some of the larger dragons of the Freehold.

The merchant company came into formation, with no Lord Freeholder or their family supporting the business but learnt soon enough that it shouldn't be disturbed or intervened with as many saw themselves crumble at the might of the organisation.

A large number of Houses and individuals tried to take over the Akaydrazel Trading Company for themselves to profit from but found themselves in a new struggle or problem taking their attention away from the business.

Eventually news spread of the Akaydrazel Trading Company being under the control and management of the Formaðr, meaning House Heiðran were the front and centre of the organisation, along with the full support of Clan Heiðruind.

This settled the greedy thoughts of most vying for the company, but stayed their hand as they realised the clan was trying to help their Kingdom grow and develop.

That still didn't stop the curious Lord Freeholders from trying to figure out who the young lady was to sing such a graceful song, but by then their attention moved onto the next perform, which gave a Dragonlord the necessary break to reply to the question regarding his grandson.

"You are already aware of his time spent here for fostering in his youth, so it's not hard to see a brotherly bond forming over the years from childhood.

Yet as he has not made up his mind regarding the future, I learnt my son would rather bond with his brothers not of blood and travel the world than take up the duties necessary as my heir.

I thought it'd be wise to ask for marriage with a Northern House, however Aurion has stated in no way would he ever accept the hand of a bride if he weren't the one to court her.

Therefore, I offered responsibility and power to him through the vast castles and manors under our control, at worst giving him the opportunity to manage one of the many Freehold territories, yet he said no and wished to instead continue traveling and discovering the vastness of the world.

I am honestly lost in regards to him at this point, yet after I spoke with High Magnar Tarius, the young man advised Aurion would return home after the games and accept the duties of an heir.

Without my knowledge, his own friends have spent quite some time educating my son to make better choices in life, more so to not place his family in a tough position.

So, hear me well, old friend, I have no qualms with House Potter, House Stark, or the Northern Realms.

… Tell me… have you never thought of the Winter Wrath the northerners are so well known for?

Do you truly believe they would have left Anye'ha to suffer a cruel fate under the Ghiscari?" the Lord Freeholder of House Belaerys couldn't help but stress his own pain at having lost an old friend he saw much like a sister.

Yet the reply of Lord Freeholder of House Sehlaeros caused the two to settle deeply into their gloomy thoughts, "If that is the case… then where has she disappeared to?

Why has she never returned home or called for either of us?"

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..

On the centre stage of the colosseum, a performance was prepared by a circus from Essos, known to have travelled to all the major cities, having even performed in Valyria for a time before heading to Skagos for the Northern Games.

As the announcer introduced Nyx Gambit, the stage began to reform and shape itself as per the illusions performed by the artists through their sorcery as a voice began to explain the tale, "In a place and time not of our own, a world of full of brilliance and power found three brothers walking down a long trail that led deep into the dark forest."

Using their sorcery, the three humanly bodies were formed out of the shadows upon the stage, showing them walking side by side on a curved trail leading into the forest.

"Yet, the three brothers were unlike others," announced the voice, catching the full attention of the crowd, from smallfolk to Kings, "They were gifted Wizards, capable of truly magical feats."

The shadows began to show the three brothers for a moment transfigure some items, only for it to lead onto a small show of a duel between the brothers, leaving everyone watching in awe of their abilities.

"While walking on the trail through the dark forest, they came across a river along their path, which was far too dangerous to cross over at night.

Since they were magically gifted however, all three brothers simply pulled out their wands and repaired the damage bridge while also reinforcing it from further breaking apart in the future."

As the voice spoke, the shadows of the stage showed the three brothers working together to create the bridge, only to cross over it together once they deemed it safe.

"After they reached the other side of the bridge, a hooded figure stood in their path, dressed in a deep dark fabric with a large scythe in hand.

Lady Death had made herself known to the three brothers.

She felt cheated as the brothers were able to travel across the river, one that was designed to ensure none could pass by Death herself.

Furious the three Wizard brothers were able to get past her curse upon the river, she knew how best to get her revenge, since Lady Death wasn't simply a being devoted to the afterlife and souls, but a cunning being with a ruthless streak.

She first congratulated the three brothers for using their magic to build the bridge and promised them all a wish for being clever enough to evade her, though only as long as she could fulfil it.

The Eldest Brother asked for a wand to beat all other wands and foci, for it to be greatest weapon for a magically gift individual to wield.

So, Lady Death created a wand from a nearby tree, aged eons and heavily saturated in magical energy, having once served as a branch of the World Tree."

Everyone saw as the shadows displayed the interaction between the Eldest brother and Lady Death, including the handover of the wand.

"The Middle Brother wished to show he was the greater magical to his Eldest brother, while showcasing his ingenuity to the Youngest, and decided to recall back his loved one gone from the land of the living."

All throughout the stadium and wherever the Northern Games were shown via magical projectors, a gasp ran throughout the crowds as they watched the cloaked Lady Death summon a common rock from the river.

"Using the stone plucked from the river, Lady Death infused part of her power before handing it over to the Second Brother.

She told him while it was impossible to bring forth those who had died, the stone would allow them to be recalled for a time, as the stone acted as a medium.

Lastly, Lady Death turned to face the Youngest Brother, to which the man simply replied that he never wanted to be found, to always be hidden from sight, spirit, and mind.

As such, Lady Death ripped away part of her own cloak and handed it over to the Youngest Brother."

The story continued to explain the fate of the brothers, from the eldest to the youngest, as the wand was taken in battle, while the stone brought the Middle Brother to death, whereas the last one escape until he met Death as an old friend.

Though at this point the tempo of the music changed, just as tale began to speak of a different era in the world of their tale, "A millennia later, the descendant of the Youngest Brother began his magical journey, only to face tribulations from his youth to adulthood, which only led him to become one of the strongest magical users in the world.

In possession of the Cloak 'gifted' by Death, the young man eventually came into possession of the Stone and Wand through yearly tribulations, eventually merging them all together and gaining the supposed titles of Man-Who-Conquered-Death, Master of Death, Vanquisher of Death, the Grim Reaper, though the only one to suit the man was the Herald of Death."

The shadows of the stage forged to display a man with emerald deep eyes, swirling with power under the hood of the dark cloak worn with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows visible for all to see.

.

In the private boxes of the colosseum that all hosted invited guests from around the world, a unique mood settled in the private royal box.

All the Northern Houses were invited as well as House of the Riverlands allied with the Blackwoods, though only those of the North were dead silent and closely fixated on the men and women of the Nyx Gambit.

They quietly raged at the supposed circus group to have dared told such a tale, one that could have implicated House Peverell and their cadet branches if they hadn't long ago changed their sigil to not include the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

Yet it didn't stop the Magnar of House Peverell from Skagos and those of the cadet branches to let their magic rage at the actions of the Nyx Gambit to release such information.

King Thenar even knew of the tale as all Starks were told of it since the first time a magical of wizardry blood was married into their House, which just so happened to be a daughter of House Peverell from Skagos.

The great grandmother of the current King had in fact come from House Potter, so their connection to such tales, which even Elmer spoke of, were well known by Thenar.

As such, he was rather furious just like his kin, since the Wizard King had long ago decided the tale wouldn't ever be shared beyond certain families, while the symbol was hidden away in this world after the actions of the Death's Reapers left their mark on the Golden Empire.

Those invited from Yi-Ti were in fact pale by the time they heard the whole tale showcased by the Nyx Gambit, only for the tale of Death's Reapers to come surging forth to the front of their minds.

Even the Valyrian, Ghiscari, Sarnori, Hyrkoonion, and Rhoynish present in the room were well aware of the Death's Reapers, and their actions throughout Essos millennia ago.

Yet none caught onto the reason for the Northern nobility to react so aggressively.

What nobody expected to witness, as they were known to temper their minds to strongly wield their emotions, was the collective wrath of House Potter.

Their wrath gave strength and credence to the anger exhibited by Houses Peverell, Sayre, Black, Eveningshade, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Weasley, Granger, Dagworth, Blaise, Longbottom, Slytherin, and many more who decided to let their magical aura loose.

High Magnar Tarius had never felt so offended in his life, even having travelled all across Essos and spent time hidden amongst the smallfolk never saw to him receiving such offence, yet right in this moment, the Wizard High Magnar felt such injustice that he wanted to rage out at the Nyx Gambit.

Though he stopped, only because the voice of reason screamed in his mind that he couldn't ignore it.

"ENOUGH!

THIS IS NOT HOW HOUSE POTTER SHOWCASES IT HOSPITALITY NOR DO WE BREAK GUEST RIGHTS!

Pull back your aura now, or so help me, the Old Gods won't be able to raise you back from the depths of Hell once I am done with you…

We will not be embarrassed in the presence of the Formaðr," Elmer's cold voice brought some sense to Tarius, who began to clap, leading others to follow including King Thenar.

Plenty saw the actions of the Northern nobility but very few had any sort of inkling as to why they reacted as such.

Thankfully, they agreed with the rest that the Nyx Gambit spoke of a tale that should have remained lost to time.

The opening ceremony continued as usual, however those in the private box of King Thenar, which included the invited guests from Dorne and their families, the room atmosphere became heavy with the actions of High Magnar Tarius and the others.

Tempers eased when Arch Magus Helena Ravenclaw arrived to reprimand everyone, before asking for forgiveness from their grace, though King Thenar didn't mind as he also let some of his anger loose just like his kin.

The Dornish Kings were left surprised by the immense power of the North, especially Morgan than Desmond or even Arthur, as the latter was too involved in the actions of the North to not know of magic or have it married into the blood of House Dayne.

In fact, he was related distantly to House Sayre, so Arthur didn't hold back his own magical aura, having been taught in his youth at Hogwarts, and even spent a time at the university to specialise in various fields while also developing his swordsmanship skills.

Though the most shocked were the elder Lord Freeholders of Valyria invited to the Northern Games, more so because the teams of their Houses were competing.

Houses Nhalaryn, Sehlaeros, Uybarrys, Vahnaeris, Malitheos, Vaelgyreon, Targaryen, Belaerys, Veltigar, Calgyreon, and Ataerianys, who were all now part of the private royal box, couldn't utter a word as the terrifying aura of the Northern nobility left them frozen cold.

They quietly prayed to the Dragon Gods and thanked them fiercely for helping grant their people an alliance with the Northern Realms.

None of them could answer if their kingdom could survive in a war against the North without taking incredible losses.

As moods finally settled in the private royal box, a different mood was set in the private meeting between a particular 'new' House, and the forces of Nyx Gambit, reinforcing a unique friendship that already existed, but only deepening it to a whole new level.

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..

"A Man seeks an audience with the Herald of the Many-Faced God." Asked a young man, somewhat masked by the outfit of the Nyx Gambit circus.

He'd appeared before Dante once the Formaðr chose to take a small 'walk' after the exquisite performance displayed by the illustrious travelling circus of Essos.

The wizard on the other hand didn't know if he should kill the 'Man' or truly sit down for once with a Faceless Man and find out why do they do what they do, and do they have any real connection to Death.

He could sense some sort of faint energy that seemed of Death's Domain, but overly tainted and far from pure enough to be of any real use for anyone.

"Why did your people believe it was… wise to anger me?

We have happily left the House of Black and White continue their operations, never once involving ourselves in your matters.

So tell me, why the sudden betrayal?" Dante's tone conveyed his anger and their actions, since he'd long said the House of Black and White served in the interests of Death, yet on closer inspection found they were possibly acting in the interest of another Higher Being.

The Faceless Man simply sighed, as if exhausted but completely expectant of the question, "A man,… has truly suffered as of late, for us to even believe the Gods forsake us as our ancient order has fallen on tough times.

The Valyrian Freehold have improve their magical prowess, growing in strength to notice us in their proximity or lands, leading to may brethren being caught and sent to the Many-Faced God without attaining a proper final resting place.

It started with the Valyrian's bearing down the fury of their majestic creatures upon our temples, slaughtering our priests, our sacred waters, and servants to the Gods, eventually causing us to scatter as more of our homes were turned to ash."

Dante knew the temples were being attacked heavily by the Valyrian after they discovered Faceless Men in the court of the Council, operating as servants.

It terrified the Lords so much that they exiled House of Black and White from the Freehold, yet Dante expected them to final somewhere to hold off and remain hidden for a time before taking up their previous role as an Assassin Guild.

"What do you expect of me and mine?" questioned Dante to which the Faceless Man bowed his head as he replied "We seek the aid of Clan Heiðruind to rebuild House of Black and White from their height of power back in the Kingdom of Gaesle.

We have tried to do as in the Valyrian Freehold since past Dragonlords and riders helped us settle in their lands along with the remaining survivors of the kingdom, but they soon asked us to serve their interests from time to time.

As such we have come to find ourselves now travelling all over Essos and Westeros, never settling in once place out of worry the Valyrian's may find us."

Just before the Faceless Man could continue speaking, Dante interrupted, "*Sigh* Fuck it.

Give me a moment kid, I need to check something."

He just heard the rumbling of the crowd above as Quidditch neared, causing Dante's gut wanting to hurry up here and race back to his seat already.

Therefore, he pushed aside formalities and grabbed a hold of the Faceless Man, which suddenly caused his companions to step forward from the shadows they were hidden in to attack but were stopped by a separate force to have stepped out from the shadows as well.

However, these guys were all dressed in black with robes similar to that of the Peverell Deathly Hallows armour robes, as they all contained the Deathly Hallows symbol on the chest, right above the heart, though personal adjustments and modifications separated each person from another.

"Listen here gents, our mate here can be a little crazy at times, but that happens largely because he'd lived for more years than considered healthy, but he's the 'Wizard King' so he's forgiven, ya know?

So, let's all fuck off together, and head for the nearest pub to enjoy a couple of pints along with some chips, and fish.

Actually, can we have some wings as well lads?

My mother said I'm a growing boy, but in all honesty, I need to increase my caloric intake, so… maybe… just maybe, order some wings with the chips.

What ya think lads?" the joking and cheerful tone of Sean Emmett of House Finnegan helped ease tensions amongst the two sides, which gave Dante plenty of time to understand the energy utilised by the Faceless Men.

After releasing the Faceless Man, Dante decided to alter the power they had control over and increased its density by linking it to his own source of Death's Domain energy.

It wasn't much, but compared to what they had before, it'd be quite the change in quality and strength.

The Man Dante had grabbed moments before was the first to sense the change as a pulse of energy crashed into his body, before he keeled over for a couple moments before standing up and knelt.

"A Man has sensed the presence of the Lady of Death, dear Herald…

Our Faith… the Faith of the Many-Faced God has been tainted, by whom, we do not know, yet that is for you to find out, Herald, as ordained by Lady of Death, as I have become her first Priest."

Dante just stood there silently gazing into the eyes of the Faceless Man, just as the others around him did, expect for the other Faceless Men who began to sense their own change in the energy they now wielded.

It was an odd sight for most to witness, but for all those present, it wasn't anything more than Dante changing up whatever he liked because it wasn't 'right'.

"You will meet us later tonight in the presence of King Thenar, as we discuss your incorporation in the lands of the North… and possibly Essos if everything is going to follow the course of events, I believe they will." Stated Dante before he left with the rest of his group, along with the Faceless Men, leaving no sign that they were present in the hidden hallway, though it would be understood by both sides of the parties involved that it'd be see going forward when the Faceless Men and the House of Black and White changed in a way no one expected.