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"Yeah, I'm gonna finish my youtube intro and we can load the server."

Hey there! Today me and several of my friends are gonna compete in a brand new challenge. We're gonna attempt speedruning minecraft but there's a catch. It's going to be done on a brand new immersive server based on A Song of Ice and Fire. It's a fantasy book series about dragons, and undead ice demons.

Each one of us will be assigned a random avatar based on various characters in the books.

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"Alright guys, let's start the countdown."

"Five, Four, Three, Two, One!"

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[Assigning Avatars]

Tyrion was flying.

Well, falling would be the correct term. Falling to his death. But flying sounded better to him, the only good thing about being thrown from the Moon Door was feeling like a bird shortly before death. In his life, he was guilty of several despicable things but none of them warranted an execution, or so he believed at any rate.

Alas, Lady Catelyn and Lady Arryn claimed otherwise. He was accused of attempting to harm young Bran Stark, which was preposterous! He had a soft spot for those like Bran, so much so that he even helped him with being able to ride a horse. Nonetheless, he was accused, kidnapped and forced to participate in a mockery of a trial. He demanded Trial by Combat, hoping some among the crowd would fight in his name. A sellsword named Bronn even volunteered, but unfortunately Lady Arryn intervened.

In her clear madness she declared that a monster like him had no right to a trial and was denied the chance to have a champion fight in his name. He was promptly unchained, allowed to speak a few last words and then was shoved down the gaping hole in the floor. A hole which of course led several miles down the mountains.

So, that was it. Knowing he was about to die, he thought for the last time if he regretted anything in his life. But his musings on life were interrupted by something strange, something he had never felt before. It was a strange feeling, as if someone was holding him and tying strings around his entire body from head to toe.

An invisible, foreign power was starting to control his movements and turning him into a puppet! Then he heard it. The voice.

Don't worry, I got this.

These exact words came from everywhere and nowhere at once. It sounded like that of a young man, mayhaps aged twenty or somewhere around that number. The rocky ground was swiftly approaching, any moment now Tyrion would die like a squashed bug. But again, he heard it.

Don't panic, this is easy.

Tyrion simply closed his eyes and prepared for death. It was a matter of seconds now. But, death never came.

Instead, he found himself standing perfectly safe on the mountain rocks of the Vale. He looked around trying to figure out how he managed to survive, and noticed something unusual. In his right hand he was holding an empty metal bucket, while his feet were partially submerged in a small puddle of water.

MLG water trick, very useful.

Tyrion had no idea what MLG was, he was just glad to be alive. "Who are you? Why did you help me?" he asked no one in particular. The entire situation was entirely too disturbing.

Just someone aiming to win. No way we're gonna die from fall damage.

Tyrion wanted to ask more, but he was interrupted as that foreign power once more took a hold of his body. He found himself moving against his will. First slowly, as if the power was learning to control him, but soon he found himself running. Not just waddling uselessly with his short legs, but actually running at speeds he could previously only dream of.

"Where am I going?!" Tyrion shouted after trying to speak with great effort.

We've got no time to lose, the timer is ticking. Time to speedrun the Game of Thrones.

Tyrion found himself smiling. Maybe his dreams were actually coming to life.

"Ser Illyn, bring me his head!"

Sansa screamed, the crowd cheered and Arya's blood nearly boiled.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to rage against the unfairness of it all. Her father was innocent! How dare Joffrey order his death! If only she wasn't so young and weak. Maybe Syrio would still be alive, maybe father wouldn't now be condemned to death.

Chill, we can do this.

"What? Who said that?" She turned around to ask but saw no one. Was it just her imagination? But, she wanted father to be alright! What to do?

Relax. I'll show you a cool trick.

She was about to turn again but felt unable to move. As if someone or something was holding her entire body, or as if she froze solid like water sometimes did on colder days. But then something stranger happened. She was moving, but not of her own will. No, instead something else decided her movements for her. She found herself walking slowly at first but then sped up into steady running.

On the way, she picked up a few rocks and sticks among the gathered crowd. Usually people of King's Landing brought some to gatherings like this in case a riot would break out. Why was she collecting them she did not know. But then something impossible happened. From the random items she gathered, a sword made from sharpened stone appeared.

Magic! It had to be. No way a few pieces of trash would turn into a stone. Was she supposed to fight the Kingsguard with just a stone sword? She took lessons from Syrio, but she wouldn't be able to defeat them all. What was this madness?!

Hey, wanna hear a joke? Here it goes: If you ever get bored, punch an orphan. What are they gonna do? Tell their parent?

"What? What?!"

But Arya's questions would remain unanswered because in that very moment she found herself running in her father's direction at full speed, as much as her legs allowed. As she reached the execution platform she jumped, spun in mid-air and in one swift movement sliced off Ser Illyn's head.

For one short moment everyone present was too stunned to react. Her father looked at her with eyes widened in shock.

That's how you PVP.

Chaos ensued.

Are you kidding me? I'm the one who gets Dragonstone?! Thank you RNG!

These were the exact words Shireen of House Baratheon woke up to in the early morning. She didn't understand what she heard at first, and assumed it was one of the serving girls coming to check up on her. However, when she opened her eyes she saw that she was alone in her bedchamber.

"Hello?" She asked.

Oh, right, the avatars are interactive. Damn, well, rules are rules, I'll play along. Hey there young lady! Wanna go on an adventure?

Shireen did not recognize that voice, it was the voice of a stranger. Her father Lord Stannis Baratheon told her that enemies could one day approach to hurt her but he would protect her. And, hold on, did the voice say adventure?

I sure did! We need to hurry up actually. You see, time is limited.

"Show yourself! What is your name?" She demanded. If this was an assassin then she would already be dead, that was the truth of it. But, of course she wouldn't trust someone who was hiding.

Alas, I am not hiding. I'm kinda in your head? Don't worry about it. Here, I'll show you how this works.

Shireen's right hand moved around, against her will. As if she was a puppet on strings. She wanted to scream for help, but at once her lips closed shut. Her body got out of bed, quickly walked around her room and proceeded to quickly change into clothing more comfortable to take a walk in.

She left her chamber and after looking around a bit began running as fast as she could in a seemingly random direction. However, after a few moments she realized where the voice was moving her body. The caves. She wasn't supposed to go there, especially alone! Mother would be furious, father would be disappointed.

Relax, they'll be thankful once they see all the gold and other treasures. Oh and by the way my name is... Hmm. I can't seem to be able to speak my name. Oh well, call me the Shining Man.

Shining? As in covered in light? Shock went through Shireen at the realization. Of course, it was all clear now. Lady Melisandre was right! The Lord of Light decided to speak to her directly! She had her doubts before, but now the proof was undeniable.

Uhh... yeah, whatever floats your boat. Anyway, how do you feel about lava?