The Thu'um and the Seven Kingdoms (SI with a Twist)

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OOC: Because I was bored and the plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone.

The Thu'um and the Seven Kingdoms


Groaning, I opened my eyes expecting to find myself in my dim dorm room I was shocked when I was instead staring directly at a high noon sun, the bright flash of light fried my retinas, forcing me to shove my right hand in front of my eyes and to blink repeatedly until I could properly adjust.

Once I could see I pulled myself into a sitting position and tried to get a better view of my surroundings. I was in the middle of some grassy field that stretched along the side of some large river. To my left I could see where the river was flowing into some huge body of water, most likely some sort of ocean, while behind me was a large forest of hardwoods of various types, and to my right, the river stretched further inland as far as the eye could see. Unfortunately for me, not a wit of this was at all familiar to me and I was starting to become a bit panicky wondering where the hell I was and how I got here.

When I moved to get back to my feet I noticed that in my left hand was a small scrap of paper. On a closer look I noticed that it had something written on it.

Then I tried to read it, I stared at it for what felt like an eternity, not because it was illegible, it was written in English and grammatically it made perfect sense. It was what was written on the damn thing that was more than a little problematic.

Welcome to Westeros, yes that Westeros.

The place is King's Landing and the Time is the day that Aegon the Conqueror, his Sisters, his half-brother, his dragons, and his invading force will land. Or rather would have landed.

You see a freak storm suddenly blew in and struck the Targaryens right in the middle of their trip, no survivors. If you are interested, Aegon's body is down by the beach with his sword Blackfyre up for grabs.

Unfortunately, Westeros needs to be united, kind-of VERY IMPORTANT for later events, but now the Dragons won't be coming. Unless you do the job (WHAT!?!?!?!?!) Now don't look like that. I won't leave you completely in the lurch. You may not have a trio of giant fire-breathing lizards on your side, but that doesn't mean that you won't have the power of Dragons on your side.

Just flip this paper over to see what I mean. Use my gift well and unite the Seven Kingdoms, the fate of an entire world depends on whether or not you are up to the task.

There was no signature at the end and for a moment I couldn't comprehend what it was I just saw, then slowly, hesitantly, I turned over the note.

On the back were a series of what looked like chicken scratch, which for some reason it looked vaguely familiar. But before I could reason out where I had seen them, streams of multicolored light erupted from the markings and seemed to whirl around me like some little multicolored tornado. Before I could even react to the lights they disappeared. As I was trying to figure out what the hell just happened words began to bubble up from the depths of my mind, words that back home would have been utter gibberish but here, after that light show?

I stood there for a while, contemplating some way to test if what I had just experienced was real or some hallucination brought on by stress. Then a familiar phrase came to mind. Looking around, I saw a fair sized boulder half out of the ground not too far from where I stood, 'perfect' I thought to myself. I planted my feet, facing directly at the boulder, took in a deep breath and spoke the words that, if they worked, would change my life completely.

“FUS....RO DAH!!!!”

With that phrase, a blue colored shock-wave erupted from my throat and slammed into the boulder, ripping it from the ground and sending it flying for a good 50 yards before slamming back into the ground with a huge thud and rolling for another 20 feet.

I stared, more than a little shocked that little test had actually worked, then a little grin appeared on my face, which then grew into a ear-splitting smile, then I started to laugh until it was one of gleeful abandon. Another shout came to mind, aiming for the river I bellowed the new words.

“YOL.... TOOR SHUL!!!!” A gigantic stream of fire emitted from my mouth, bright red and I knew with incredible heat despite feeling neither pain nor even any heat. When it made contact with the water, a giant plume of sizzling water and steam flew at least a hundred feet into the air and made the other side of the river impossible to see.

I then turned to the forest, a short distance away from the river, and yet another phrase came to mind, here was the perfect way to test it.

“WULD.... NAH KEST!!!!”

I shot off like a bullet towards the forest, the wind blowing past me as if I were shot out of a cannon, 'HA HA THIS IS AWESOHHHHSHITTT!!!!'

WHAM!!!!!

“....ow....”

I learned three things that day.
One: I needed to practice more with the shouts
Two: This was very real and I would need to be more cautious
Three: Trees are very, Very, VERY...hard.... ow....

I made some grammatical and flow changes, hope this improves what I wrote.

Yeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

My frat boy shout

You took the idea from a BROB I think and truned it into a story. Or was it a space battles thread.



DOV AH KIN.!!!!!!!!

Nitpick. The shouts in game sound stupid. Lose the "..."
I'm going to be reading this because I shouting at people is awesome.

My BROB I never made it an RP just a simple what if.

Dude you are gonna have to start Talking entire segments in Dragon tounge to look like an epic baddass. Speak and they understand even though they should not know.

Will you become more like the Dov as you shout.

Will you make a flight time shout?
Wuld RO Tiid. Whirlwind Balance Time

or Ro Joore Viin Balance Man Wing.

I doubt I would experiment much.

I would be too scared to accidentally blow myself to kingdom come.

Also the entire Dragon Stone Fleet was drowned, that includes the Targaryens and their Dragons, who would I be talking to?

The World and the Poeple. Go on a Mountain ,and proclaim you blessedness in a Way that the world shivers, and bows to while whatever passes for magic users here can recognize it.

So, rather than being the Dohvakiin of this world, he's more like the Tiber Septim. Sweet.

Don't you mean Talos you milk Drinker?

Update more damn you! I once posted the only Harry Potter-A Song of Ice and Fire fanfic out there. I sucked, but this is awesome.

Is that the one with the single gigantic chapter where Harry is stuck in Westeros with Godric Sword and the Hat right after running from the Basilisk?

I've seen that one.

If that isn't it, Link please?

Sweet story. So far at least. I look forward to later posts, and of course the updates to the RP's you have going.

Made a few edits to the first post, hope it flows better.

one more edit

For about the next ten minutes the only coherent thought in my mind was a never ending stream of-

Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ow
FUCKING OW!!!!

Eventually I peeled myself from the tree I had so rapidly made acquaintances with, and dropped to the ground with a thud. My eyes were crossed and my head throbbed in what I “fondly” recalled the football headaches, named after the godawful headaches I would get for the first couple of weeks of cracking skulls with my teammates on the gridiron.

Nostalgia aside, I lay there for I don't know how long, then, when the pain subsided, I pulled myself back into a seated position. The shock of the pain from what will be now know as “WULDergate” had forced me to really accept that this was very, very real. I remembered what that note said, the powers and task it had laid at my feet. I should have been terrified, overwhelmed at the enormity of what I had to do. But yet, for some reason, the only emotion I felt was excitement, and that was not like me.

I had never been an extremely ambitious person, if someone where to describe me with a single word, “sedate” or maybe “lazy” would be what would come to mind. But here? Now?

My mind was a whirlwind of excitement as I tried to list what I was going to have to do. I privately thanked God I had surfed that “A Wiki of Ice and Fire” website so many damn times.

Here was what I remembered of the current situation, Westeros was divided into several Kingdoms roughly along the same lines they would have been several hundred years later. They were The North, The Vale, The Reach, The Westerlands, The Stormlands, the Iron Islands which also ruled the Riverlands as well, and finally Dorne.

As for the who ruled these lands, that information was a little less well-known to me. That isn't to say that I was completely clueless though. I knew that King Harren of the Iron Islands was currently in the Riverlands, having finished constructing the monolithic construction known as Harrenhal just today if I recalled correctly. In the Stormlands was the prideful Storm King Argilac who also had a daughter of marriageable age if I recalled correctly (which I made sure to note for later reference). To the North was the King who knelt in the face of Dragons and superior numbers, whether he would this time around was yet to be seen. Then there were the kings of The Reach and the Westerlands, I knew almost nothing of Mern of the Reach, and the only thing about Loren of Casterly Rock I knew of was that he survived the Field of Fire and later submitted, literally nothing to go on, and I didn't know if I had the 'fire' to make him submit.

All in all, I was up a creek without a paddle. I was alone and unarmed, I had no money, no soldiers, the only thing I could consider a positive was the fact that I could shout people to pieces if I wanted to. Granted that was a huge advantage but I couldn't depend solely on that. Yet, I had never felt so alive in my life. There was a fire burning in me that had never been there before.

But what to do what to do? The smartest thing was to find some village and claim I was shipwrecked, find a niche, find a girl, and settle myself into the life of the Smallfolk. For some reason even contemplating that made something in me rage. No that wasn't the way to go. If the path to power was really the only way to go, I could always join the armies of one of the kings, maybe the Storm King, I'm sure a man who could do what I could would be very valuable, but even that felt wrong. I was a Dovahkiin, a Dragon Born, the follower was not my place. Then a thought came to my mind. Maybe it was this fire in me, or maybe I was out of my GODDAM mind but I eventually made a course of action that was either insane enough to work or just plain insane.

Considering the information I had at hand there was one course of action I could take. Harren was not a very popular king in the Riverlands, in fact he was hated by the Riverlords for his cruelty, all that was needed was to give them something to rise up in common cause, and I could be that cause.

Goal in mind, I stood up and made ready to go, but first, I had a little matter about a sword I needed to take care of first. I then started following the river down-stream, heading for the coast.

This could do with Expanding and letting us feel the Power of the Dov in your soul.

Well there is the the "I have to conquer an entire continent?"

Instead of the "OH FUCK!" Its "FUCK YEAH" with me. Which makes sense, apparently the nature of a Dragon is to conquer and rule and that extends to the Dovahkiin such as Tiber Septim

But I get the feeling that isn't all that you meant, any suggestions?

And what did you mean my expanison, this is could be construed as part of the same chapter as the first bit I made.

Something you should do is try to create a shout involving reshaping physical objects. Then you can create machines, etc. . .

Can a dragon shout do that?

Shouts are damn potent. They are root reality revision. I see no reason why one could not command matter to reshape itself into specific patterns.
Granted, creating a Shout is easier said than done. But it is possible.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjqsYzBrP-M

For those who don't know about the Dragonborn. It's pretty hilarious.

Hmm, so the main character is feeling what all dovah feel: The need to dominate all that lives.

Interesting.

Actually if you have the entire languague of the dragons in your head theoretically you could create your shouts through sheer trial and error.

Unfortunately I don't.

Just what the Game Dovahkiin had. Along with Alduin's Dragon Storm Call and the Greybeard's Bex, which opens doors.