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Of all the Norfolk, none are as famous and revered as the Great Triad.The First Royals of Winter, Brandon Stark first of his name, King of Winter,High Magnar of Firstmen,High Chief of Giants,High Singer of the Children of the Forest,also called Bran the Builder/Tinkerer and later as The Legendary Wolf. With him are his heart-mates Dawn The Legendary She-Wolf,Jewel of Winter, Mistress of the Melody, High Queen of Winter,High Magnara of Firstmen,Consort Singer of Children of the Forest, Chiftess of the Giants and . And their third, Mighty Rickon,Rickon North-Star. High Consort of Winter,Magnar-Consort of Firstmen,Consort-Singer of Children of the Forest,Chief-by-Bond of Giants,Lord of Time.
There is no Northern child does who does not know these three great names, for their deeds are great and legendary. Much of their lives are written in their magical journals gifted to them by their respective God Teachers and created by the Quendi the Elves of Avalon,one of the numerous god races of that most eldest and ancient Pantheon.
They are renown for their efforts in thwarting the great evil of the Long Night and their heroic deeds in the War for the Dawn.
Although many of their deeds were confirmed by the Children of the Forest and other sources, whom were alive during the era known as the Age of Heroes. Many of the great works are credited, erroneously, to these legendary figures so much in fact anything of unknown origin or purpose it will be given to them.
- Professor Ntombi Xolo-
The Legendary and Ancient Figures of the Alliance of Compact.
Wakanda University of History
HISTORY BOOK 1: The Founding of the Northern Realms
Volume 1: The Life and Times of Brandon Stark
8100 BAC (BEFORE AEGON’s CONQUEST)
316 BtW (BEFORE the WALL)
Chapter 1: FULFILLING THE PACT: Meeting One’s Bond Mate.
Today was Brandon,son of Bain,High Magnar of the Wolf Tribe and chief of the Direwolves, 10 and 6 namedays. The celebrations, feasts and festive has been going all day as befitting the one of the prominent Magnar of the Paisti an Gheimhridh. It is was now the Hour of the Bat, and he has been summoned by his father, along with the Council of the Tribe Elders, The Council of the High Magnars of O thuaidh and the Barrow-King himself. Entering the large tent of his family, he found himself behelding the people sitting in a large half circle, facing the tent entrance. Immediately, from his right were the Elders of his tribe and on his left the High Magnars: vassals of the Barrow-King. Walking with his back straight and proud with all the bearing of his foresires, stopping in a respectful distance from the king; who was sitting regally in the middle of the half-circle and watching him impassively . Bran kneeled on one knee, placing his right hand curled in a fist on his breast and bowing his head. On the signal from the king,he lifted his head and saw his parents on the left side of the king and on the King's right was his bond-mate and queen, The Queen Beira, his aunt from his mother side, coming from one of the Nomadic Tribes. Taking in the room occupants he saw his father vis: a man of long face, dark full beard and hair, while his mother was of fair face and had long red hair reaching her waist. The king on the other hand was older than his father yet still hearty and hale; the queen was bit younger than the king and very much beautiful and unlike her sister her hair was dark like the night yet just long as her sister's.
“Stand Brandon son of Ban; Son of Bain, of the Direwolves” Ordered the king. “My King and Queen, Beannachtai. And to you also, honoured elders and guests. You honour me” said Bran. “Do you know why you have been summoned here” asked the queen “No, Your Grace” answered the young.Now it was one of the Elders answering, “As you know many a year ago, we made a pact with the Leanai Na Foraoise to end 2000 years of strive and war. It was the hitherto unheard direct intervention of the gods that stopped the war due to the suffering of both sides."
Indeed the War later known as the War between Races was not truly a desirable state of affairs. The Race of Men had their weapons and had more numbers than the Singers and the Giants and Spirits few who care take sides in the conflict. Plus Men knew how to wage war better. However, the other races were possessed of powerful draiocht on their side and could hide and strike unseen.
When Men first came to this land for new life they found it already had people that they called Leanai Na Foraoise, Giants. They were small, hair like twigs or shrubs or vines in others with big cat-like eye and smooth bark-like skin, with three fingers and a thumb with sharp claws like nails and they wielded powerful draiocht. The Giants were big, and blessed with great constitution.
The elder continued, “The Gods put forth a great pact, with stipulations from both sides but the most important one is this: That two sons from different tribes of shall be each bonded to a daughter Leanai Na Foraoise upon his reaching 10 and 6 namedays. The Gods have decided a son from our Tribe and that of the Crannog Tribe shall do this. His Augustness Lord Shuck the Great Primal Direwolf himself commanded it, and has chosen a boy.”
Bran was shocked, For the Gods rarely showed themselves to mortals,preferring to make themselves known through signs and portends, dreams and on auspicious and august occasions through heart trees of the weirwood trees. But one of the few to do so was Lord Shuck, the patron of the Wolf Tribe. Bran has seen him only twice. One day when he was 5 namedays he got lost in the vast forest of the Gods-woods and fell in a hole, he had travelled through a dark tunnel until he came upon the slumbering great direwolf.He was a creature immense size, at least twice or thrice the size of mammoths which the Giants rode. His fur wa black as yet oddly comforting, like the night when the stars are out and the moon was full. His eyes were full of burning flame red, with no whites or pupils visible just a burning red and when it moved his fur rippled. And when he opened his mouth to speak: there was maw with white fangs akin to small swords. His voice was vast, powerful, unknowably ancient and utterly beyond measured.
The other time he saw him again several years late, where they spoke at length for nearly the entire day.
“Lord Shuck the Black’’ asked Bran in surprise. “Yes, son that Shuck” answered Magnar Ban, speaking for the first time. And his wife was the one to speak next “When I was learning the Great Song from the Leanai Na Foraoise, I learned how to summon and I summoned him by mistake and he relayed the message to me and I told the Councils about it”
Lady Sansa was the current leader of the Order of the Wanderers.oft called the Free Men, so called for their wearing of green coloured robes. These members were Paisti an Gheimhridh whom the Leanai Na Foraoise identified as having otherworldly powers; gifts from the Gods. Although having powers is not necessary for membership,merely to help foster friendship and exchange knowledge peacefully between races for the is still some hurts,grudges and holding from the war, to make certain no fights would occur, the learning takes place at the Isle of Faces, the Grove of the Gods in the Lands of Flowing Waters. One could see the great Wisdom of the Gods for The knowledge exchange was immeasurably valueable.
“I am the chosen one, I take it”. The resulting silence gave Bran the answer.
“Her name is Dawn when spoken to our tongue. She is the youngest daughter of their Lead Singer, a powerful shaman. She herself is powerful in her own right and she is beauty and is willful and full fire, I know you Starks like that ” said the king.
“How the bonding going to work”? Bran asked still trying to come to grip with the situation “I mean it will be awkward with her being only reaching my hip’’
“Well, at least she will have no problem with sucking your cock as she won’t have to get to her knees, its murder on get on the knees I tell you.” Bran could only gape at his mother, horrified. That’s was more than a child should should hear their parent say or know for that matter
“Actually, her height won’t be much of a problem” addressed the king after staring at my mother in amusement. “I am told she actually taller than any of her kind about twice of their tallest in size, just around below your chest so it won’t be that much of a problem.’’ ‘Besides she is 1500 namedays I am sure she would have the wisdom to improvise’’ said the queen with a raised eyebrow.
“What about children” I asked.
Lady Sansa was the one to answer; now serious, “His augustness assured me that the two of you would be capable. Your future children would be mix. There would be of the race of men save for the eyes, skin and nails. If there is no new blood of the Singers these traits would disappear perhaps save for the eyes and the nails and teeth would be blunt but strong. And any ability they have would be extremely above their human ancestry but unlikely above the not so human ancestry’’
Bran then wondered why the king is not having his own sons fulfill the Pact. After all it would seem the new blood would strengthen his bloodline and his rule. But then it came to him. This was commanded by the gods and no one on O thuaidh wanted to get on Black Shuck bad side, He is after all a direwolf, the Direwolf of whom all direwolves come from and should not be expected to behave like a human and have human morals, and he is not in anyway a tame wolf, even on normal day what God's say may not aligned with the desires of mortals. The man is waiting to see how things work out with him first, no need to risk the princes needlessly, this was after all O thuaidh, a hard place for hard people, it is only sense as winter is coming. Above all The North Remembers, like our Gods do.
“Preparations must be made you are leaving in 3 days, you of course will be accompanied by some of our best Sentinels and Guides from each tribe. That will be all. Meeting is adjourned" announced the king.
Bran waited till everyone but his parents strolled out, pretending to not see the assessing glances thrown my way.
“I know this is not what you expected nor wanted. I know the there is that lad you been eying, Rickon, Rickard, Rickar” let it never be said Sansa of the Direwolf never speaks her mind.
“Rickon” correct the young lad blushing.
“Aye him. Now I won’t blame you the lad is prettier than the maidens of the tribe even I was not that pretty’’.
“Aye, were I your age I would have pounced him long ago. Pity the Gods chose now to fulfill the pact, his clan and ours would have made a formidable alliance, but what is done is done, it is never wise to anger the gods’’ opined Magnar Ban.
“I was waiting for him to reach majority he is on few moon younger than me. But I have to do what is required of me, I will do my duty father, as you know winter is on the horizon perhaps our new allies would give us more their hidden secrets, we can use to our advantage ”
“Aye, you have the right of things, my son. But know this no matter what I will love and always be proud of ye lad’’ said Brans father and with that the young man left.
Ban son of Bain son of Théoden of the Direwolves watched his son leave. When he did think he could be anymore prouder of his son, he was proved wrong. He remembered when Bran was a wee lad. Always asking question about one thing or another and tinkering about, not in the least interested in weapons and being mocked as Bran the tinker. To be honest that had concerned him and shamed him a bit, but as always his beautiful bond-mate rightly turned his head straight, blazing like the fire which kissed her hair. Since then he has made an effort to indulge his son, and willing to knock few teeth loose of anyone daring to jape about his boy. And what a reward that was. When Bran was about exploring he fell in a cave-hole in the god-woods and there found vein of ore for new metal. It was the most terrifying day of Ban’s life. When Bran did show for midday meal, he got worried and called for his son and got no answer. He searched for his son in the tribe and everyone searched for him despite being somewhat of an outcast he was one their own. Imagine his surprise and everyone else to see his son talking to a great bloody big monstrous direwolf like it was friend. He is not afraid to say he pissed his breeches a little when the beast came into view and nigh shat himself when the it did the impossible and spoke. Well, he knows some tribesmen did especially when it introduced itself. Only later when Sansa asked Bran what the the god were talking about. Only then did Bran talked about the ore he found and the god was explaining what it was and where the cave lead and what the new metal can be used and how it can be refined. Only by his friendship with Benjen the smith did occur to him his son is talking about smithing. To make certain, on the morrow he asked Bran for the ore and took it to his friend, after some testing it became clear this is a new metal. Superior to the bronze we were using. After that an expedition to the cave was mounted. Finding a vein of this in gods-woods meant it was no go for mining. But, a fortnight later, Bran came from exploring again. He told his father where Lord Shuck told him where this metal can be found. Ever since than his son has been seen as the hero who bought prosperity to the tribe, not only by clearly favoured by the gods for his luck but his brain as well for he tinkered new planting tools for the tribe and not only that is good with a mace he is a druid(Wiseman) as well.
Ban was taken out of his musing by his bond-mate. “Well about our boy accomplishment much in his 10 and 6 years alone and also about what he said about the new alliance from his marriage. He is right. Given the pricks at Ghairdin Glas would try to pull us with our balls and and would want us to give up our new found god given wealth and want us suck their cocks and bare our arses and cunt for foodstuff.”
“Well, mo fior gra, how I help you get rid of the thoughts with better one. Say you think the chairs is sturdy enough? ” her beloved said with a wicked smile and felt her blood responding.
Bran went back to the celebrations, sitting down and immediately meat and mead was put in front him put by his aunt,Beira, the Barrow-Queen herself. And then she just as quickly left. Shrugging, he begun eating the offerings and quickly looking around at the same time and he nearly choked because in front of him was Rickon. And the pretty boy just finished his own meat and sucking the juice off his fingers. Bran imagination immediately ran wild: those fingers were sucking something else. He felt himself hardned and was amused to see he was not the only one who looked like his breeches have become uncomfortable, as some of his friends were watching Rickon intently and some of the maidens themselves were flustered mm. And his blood cooled just as suddenly because there were sounds coming from the family tent that he never wanted to ever hear, Aggh parents are not meant to have sex ever, thought a despairing Bran.
They have been on road forever. Bran would be glad to be reach the end of the journey because he was sure his arse was one big sore bruise due to the brutal pace his father set. As if the gods were listening, they came in a clearing where there is an absolutely enormous weirwood tree curved on it was a shape of howling direwolf head. This was secondary to Bran because underneath the tree were Singers but still it was not they who held his attention, at least not all of them. His attention was drawn by a beautiful creature taller than her brethren and more beautiful, clearly a female with soft curves and smallish but fully developed tita. Looking at those golden-green cat eyes, Bran somehow knew he had come to his destiny. The only thing more important than his brain, than his parents than his life, was this create.. – nay, this woman happiness. And thus, begun the greatest bond that would forge House Stark, a family whose dynasties would create great leaders and deeds of great reown both good and evil. Matched by few and surpassed even by fewer echoing through the stars in many an Era and Age. They who would be Kings and Queens of a Legendary Kindom and its Legendary People
TERMS
Sentinels: Men and women with extremely advance senses, instincts and physical prowess. Have moderate extrasensory not to guides level usually attuned to their guide well being. No being respected than a sentinel except his/her guide
Alpha Sentinel: a strong sentinel who is responsible for a town that is large or a small city. May have pride as small 5 bonded pairs to 20, depending on the territory size.
Prime Sentinel: an extremely strong sentinel responsible for a moderate city size of white harbour to a large city such as Seven Waters to Mega Winter City. May have the pride of 110 to 600 bonded pair.
Guides: Men and Women with advance empathic and extrasensory abilities and strong connection with spiritual/supernatural often shamans/green men/druids can. Have sharp senses but not to sentinel level. No being is more revered in the north especially an Alpha Prime Guide who is all but royalty in their own right.
Alpha Prime Sentinel & Guide: Bonded Pair responsible for the entire sentinel and guides in all Northern Realms.
Three Eyes: An Oracle and individual responsible for protecting the world. A living representation between the Gods of Avalon and the mortals. Mixture of Sorcerer Supreme (Child of Storm, Ghosts of the Past by NimbusLlewelyn) and the Archive (Harry Dresden files). Usually has motif three eyed raven, crow, lion, bear etc.
True Tongue: Language of Magic
Draiocht: Magic
Beannachtai; greetings
O thuaidh: the North
Ghairdin Glas: Green Garden- (future name: High Garden
Mo fior gra: my truelove
Cast
Barrow king: Karl Urban
Ban: Jake Gyllenhaal
Bran: Ian Nelson
Rickon: William Franklyn-Miller
Queen Beira: Katie McGrath
Sansa: Helena Bonham Carter
