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[Overlord66]

prologue:

In the Vale of Arryn, the house of Highcliff stood tall and proud. For centuries, they had defended their lands and the people under their protection with an unwavering resolve. Their banner, a fierce ibex charging into battle, struck fear into the hearts of their enemies.

Greg Highcliff, the current lord of Castle Highcliff, was a formidable warrior and a cunning strategist. His military was unmatched in the Vale, and his wrath was feared by all who crossed him. Despite his intimidating reputation, he was well-respected by his people and admired for his unwavering loyalty to his house and its traditions.

When news of the rebellion against the mad king Aerys Targaryen spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, Greg knew he had to act. He saw it as an opportunity to avenge the wrongs that had been done to his house and to the people of the Vale. He gathered his troops and joined forces with Robert Baratheon, the young lord of Storm's End who had declared himself king.

The Highcliff army fought fiercely alongside the rebel forces, and Greg proved to be a crucial ally in many battles. His relentless pursuit of victory earned him the respect of his fellow commanders, but it also made him enemies. There were some who resented Greg's power and his unyielding nature, and they plotted to undermine him.

Despite the threats against him, Greg remained focused on the rebellion. He saw it as his duty to fight for what was right and to protect his people from the tyranny of the Targaryens. When the war was won and Robert Baratheon was crowned king, Greg returned to the Vale with his head held high. He had earned the respect of his peers and the admiration of his people.

But the threats against him did not disappear. Greg knew that there were still those who sought revenge for their losses during the rebellion. He remained vigilant, determined to protect his house and its legacy at any cost. For the House of Highcliff, the war may have ended, but the fight for survival continued.

As the years passed, Greg Highcliff's hold on his lands and people grew stronger, but his wrathful nature continued to create enemies among those who he believed had wronged him or his family. Despite this, Greg was respected for his military prowess and the strength of his House, which continued to thrive under his leadership.

One night, a son was born to Greg and his lady wife, a child who would one day inherit the mantle of lordship over Highcliff. But this child was different from any other child born to the House before him. He was small and frail, and his eyes seemed to tremble with fear whenever he was in his father's presence.

As the boy grew older, it became clear that he was not cut out for the life of a warrior or a lord. He was soft-spoken and shy, and he had a love for books and knowledge that set him apart from the other children of his House. And though his father tried to toughen him up, to teach him to be a man of the Vale like the generations of Highcliffs before him, the boy remained timid and weak.

As he reached adulthood, the boy realized that he could never live up to his father's expectations. He knew that if Greg ever discovered the truth about him, he would be seen as a disappointment, a failure to carry on the Highcliff legacy. And so he lived in fear, always looking over his shoulder, always dreading the moment when his father would realize that he was not the son he had wanted.

But as the years passed, the boy began to understand that his father's wrathful nature was not something to be admired. He saw how it had caused pain and suffering to those around him, and he knew that he did not want to follow in his father's footsteps. And so he began to study the history of the Vale, to learn about the great lords and ladies who had come before him, and to find inspiration in their stories.

In time, the boy was supposed to became a man, and take his rightfull place as lord of Highcliff. And though he trembled at the thought of his father's disapproval, he knew that he could not let his fear hold him back. He would be his own man, and he would lead his House with wisdom and compassion, not with the iron fist of his father. But fate was a cruel mistress.

One day, while he was deep in contemplation, a strange figure appeared before him. The figure was not quite a man, but it looked like one, and it spoke to him in a voice that chilled him to the bone.

At first, the boy tried to resist the stranger's influence, but he soon found himself powerless against the ghost's will. The ghostly figure took over his body and began to use his knowledge and intelligence to further his own goals and chart his own course in a world dominated by Ice and Fire.

Author notes:
I have succesfully banged some grammar in to my head, finally!
the prologue is essentially a bio similar to when you pick a character in game. If enough people like it I will continue the story.
cheers!

 

[Ashenerden]

Interlude?

 

[a guy1013]

threadmark pls and interesting so it will be third pov or anyones but the si pov thing

 

[Overlord66]

threadmark pls and interesting so it will be third pov or anyones but the si pov thing

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[Overlord66]

Knights of house Highcliff made with AI.
https://ibb.co/99cy02M
Greg Highcliff, Current lord of castle Highcliff. Made with AI
https://ibb.co/Xp784LK

 

[ATP]

Storm castle and butcher everybody ? Robert would be not happy.

 

[Overlord66]

I have Rewritten Threadmark 3, Since I realized there were to little conversation between Donar and Aiden.

 

[ATP]

I have Rewritten Threadmark 3, Since I realized there were to little conversation between Donar and Aiden.

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He could leave some food for peasants.Less to take,and it is always nice to show how great you are when it cost you little.
Only problem - King reaction.Robert would not react nicely to wiping out entire House.And Baelish could use it as pretext to take over their lands.

speaking about Baelish - what about killing him before shit happen?

P.S Happy Easter !

 

[Overlord66]

P.S Happy Easter !

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Thank you!

 

[ATP]

Thank you!

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You are welcome.
Why Tywin tolerate Tyrion here? is Joanna alive? or maybe Tyrion is not dwarf?
Both would made Lannisters stronger.

 

[ZavellDragar]

Watched

 

[Brian the dor]

Prologue part 2

The boy from House Highcliff, once known as Aiden, was no more. He was now a vessel for the ghost that had taken over his body. The boy's memories, thoughts, and emotions were all erased, replaced by the ghost's cold and calculating mind. It was as if the boy had never existed, and the ghost had been in control all along.

To the outside world, it seemed as if Aiden was simply becoming more like his father, Greg Highcliff, a wrathful lord with a strong military. But in truth, the ghost that had taken over boy was a cold, calculating, and cunning individual who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

As the weeks passed, the people of Highcliff began to notice a change in Aiden's behavior. He was no longer the innocent and carefree boy he once was. Instead, he had become cold and distant, his eyes gleaming with a dark and sinister intelligence that unnerved those around him.

The ghost, however, was careful to maintain the illusion that he was still Aiden. He spent long hours studying the history of House Highcliff, its lands, and its military. He reviewed every detail of its past campaigns and battle strategies, analyzing its strengths and weaknesses, and devising new tactics to improve its demesne and strengthen its army.

The ghost was particularly interested in the lands surrounding Highcliff Castle. He knew that the key to the House's success lay in expanding its territories and securing its borders. And so, he began to plot his next move, a daring campaign that would take him beyond the borders of Highcliffs domain and into the heart of Higcliffs rival, House Balemore.

It was a risky move, but the ghost was confident in his abilities. He knew that he had the support of House Highcliff's military commanders, who had been impressed by his strategic planning and his unwavering dedication to their cause. He also knew that he had the backing of this body's father Greg Highcliff, who had always been eager to expand his influence and secure his family's position in the Vale.

And so, with the support of his allies, the ghost set his plan in motion and it involved expanding their lands and improving their military strength. He knew that the neighboring demesne of House Balemor was the key to achieving this goal. Balemor's lord was corrupt and arrogant, prideful and dimwitted. He had a standing army of 4000, most of whom were raised levy peasants with poor equipment. In contrast, Highcliff had a highly trained army of 9000, consisting of 2000 archers, 5000 men-at-arms, and 2000 knights, all with the best equipment available. The landscape of Balemor's land was hilly, with a river passing through it, much like Highcliff's land.

The ghost knew that he needed a justification for attacking Balemor, so he tricked the lord into attacking Highcliff. The ghost made it seem like Highcliff was vulnerable and that it would be easy to defeat them. Balemor's lord fell for the trap and sent his army to attack Highcliff.

The ghost had anticipated this move and had already prepared for it. He had stationed his army in strategic locations and had set traps along the river. Balemor's army fell right into the ghost's trap, and Highcliff's army easily defeated them.

With the victory over Balemor's army, the ghost had the justification he needed to seize Balemor's lands. He made it seem like it was a defensive move and that he was only trying to protect Highcliff from further attacks. The other lords in the region believed his lies, and the ghost was able to expand House Highcliff's lands and increase their military strength.

The ghost was a master of deception, and he continued to manipulate the people around him. He made it seem like he was becoming more like the boy's father, but instead of being wrathful, he was cold, calculating, and willing to do inhuman things to achieve his goals much like a certain lion in the west. He had no regard for human life and saw people as mere pawns in his game of power afterall, None of this is real ghost mused.

As the ghost sat alone in his "new" chamber, deep in thought, the ghost felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him as he looked out at the lands he had seized. He knew that he had taken a great risk by taking over the boy's body, but it had paid off. He had achieved his goals, and House Highcliff was stronger than ever. But he also knew that his time was limited. The longer he stayed in the boy's body, the more his presence would be felt. He needed to find a way to permanently take over the body or find another vessel before he was discovered.

And so, the ghost continued to plot and scheme, his cold and calculating mind always working to further his goals. He had fooled everyone into believing that he was simply becoming more like the boy's father, but in truth, he was a far more dangerous and deatch. The people of Highcliff had no idea what lay ahead, and the ghost reveled in the darkness of his own ambition.

The Three-Eyed Raven, also known as the One-Eyed Raven, watched intently from his perch in the weirwood tree as the ghost inhabiting the body of the young Highcliff lord worked tirelessly in his chamber.

The Raven had seen many things over his long life, and had witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms and rulers. But there was something different about the ghost that now resided in the body of young Aiden Highcliff.

As the ghost poured over maps and strategy papers, the Raven could sense a cold and calculated energy emanating from him. It was a feeling that made even the ancient bird shudder.

The Raven had seen many men consumed by their thirst for power, but the ghost was something different entirely. There was a sense of otherworldliness to him, a coldness that seemed to emanate from the very essence of his being.

As the ghost continued to plot and plan, the Raven could sense that he was up to something truly dangerous. He had already deceived the Highcliff household into believing that he was simply a cold and calculating version of Aidens father Greg, but the Raven knew the truth.

The ghost was something far more sinister, something that even the wise old bird could not fully comprehend. It was as if he was not of this world, and his intentions were anything but noble.

For a moment, the Raven considered intervening, warning the Highcliff family of the danger that lurked within their walls. But he knew that it was not his place to interfere. He was simply an observer, a witness to the events that unfolded within the realms of men.
And so the Raven continued to watch, his one eye gleaming in the light of the setting sun. He knew that the ghost was up to something, something that would change the course of history forever. But what that something was, only time would tell.

Author notes:

It is finish. The next chapter will be the first and our si will realize this is not a game stay tuned.

constructive criticism is always apricated.

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70% of this chapter is just how aiden is different from his father, you literally repeated the same shit over and over and over then you had the servants think the same thing over and over then the raven thought the same thing over and over, and no way that their neighbor attacked his house which has 2000 knights with only 5000 levies, and his house has the kings favor, what crack fic are you writing..no not even crack fic just a terrible terrible shit being thrown around, 2000 knights is fucking insane, that's 2000 men on houseback all of them armored full plate plus armor for their horses, absolutely insane for a single house to control, especially when their neighbor who is similar in size only has 5000 levies not to mention all the other troops mentioned

 

[Brian the dor]

Small council:

In the dimly-lit chamber deep within the Red Keep, the small council had gathered. Only a handful of its members were in attendance, each with their own distinct presence. Peter Baelish, the Master of Coin, sat at the head of the table, his sharp features set in a cool expression. Across from him was Varys, the Master of Whisperers, dressed in his usual flowing robes. To Baelish's left, Grand Maester Pycelle dozed off intermittently, his eyes half-closed. On the other side of the table, Ser Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, sat tall and straight-backed, his white cloak draped over his armor. Beside him, Renly Baratheon, the King's younger brother and Master of Laws, exuded confidence with his long black hair styled to perfection.

As the lords waited at the table for the King's arrival, they all knew Robert would not come. However, it was customary to wait for one hour before the Small Council would begin discussing state matters. They knew Robert was off hunting in the King's Wood, seeking solace from the recent loss of his friend, foster-father, and most importantly, the Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. Eventually, the silence was broken by Peter Baelish.

"Well, well, well, it seems our dear King has decided to go hunting again. I suppose he's off chasing another wild boar instead of ruling the kingdom," Peter quipped with a sly smile.

Pycelle stuttered, "Perhaps we should just start without him?"

Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't see why not. It's not like we need a King to tell us how to do our jobs, now do we?" he chuckled.

The conversation turned to the North, and Lord Stark's potential appointment as Hand of the King. Renly Baratheon spoke up first, a hint of skepticism in his voice.
"I don't understand why we need a Stark as Hand. We have capable men right here in King's Landing," he said.

Master Pycelle nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the North has always been a bit...distant. Can we trust them to have the King's best interests at heart?"

Ser Barristan Selmy, ever loyal to the Crown, spoke up in defense of Lord Stark. "I have served with him on many occasions. He is a good man, and he has always had the King's back."

Petyr Baelish, always looking for an opportunity to gain an advantage, spoke up next. "Perhaps we should consider other options. I have heard whispers of other Houses who would be more than willing to align themselves with the Crown."

Lord Varys, ever the master of whispers, spoke up next. "We must tread carefully. The North is a powerful ally, and they have always been staunch supporters of the Crown. To deny them this position could lead to unnecessary tension."

The small council continued to debate the issue, with each member expressing their concerns and opinions. They all knew that the decision would have far-reaching consequences for the realm and ultimately rest with the King, but they also knew the importance of their own counsel.

As the small council meeting continued, a servant suddenly entered the room, bowing deeply before addressing them. "My lords, a letter has arrived for you from the Castellan of the Eyrie and the Vale. He requests your attention to an urgent matter concerning the conflict between Highcliff and Balemore."

Ser Barristan Selmy, always diligent in his duties, stood up to take the letter from the servant's hand. He quickly scanned its contents before addressing the council. "My lords, it seems that a border skirmish between Balemore and Highcliff has escalated into a full-scale invasion of Balemore's lands by House Highcliff. They have taken control of their lands and what little that remains of Balemore's forces."

The council members exchanged worried glances, realizing the severity of the situation. It was crucial for the stability of the realm that they handled this delicate situation with tact and caution.

After a brief moment of silence, Lord Renly Baratheon spoke up. "We must summon Lord Greg of Highcliff and his heir to King's Landing to explain their actions. We cannot allow this aggression to go unchecked."

Master Pycelle nodded in agreement. "A diplomatic approach is always the best course of action. It would give us the opportunity to hear their side of the story and assess the situation before taking any drastic measures."

Lord Varys, always the master of intrigue, spoke up next. "It would also give us the opportunity to gather more information and potentially uncover any underlying motives or alliances that may have contributed to this conflict."

Ser Barristan Selmy, ever loyal to the Crown, added his support to the proposal. "Summoning Lord Greg and his heir would also show that the Crown is serious about maintaining peace and justice in the realm."

The council members all agreed to the plan, and the servant was instructed to prepare a raven to be sent to the Vale, summoning Lord Greg and his heir to King's Landing. They knew that this was just the beginning of what would likely be a long and difficult process, but they were determined to handle it with wisdom and caution, for the sake of the realm

Tywin perspective:

As I sat in my solar, poring over reports from the westernlands, a servant brought me a scroll with news from the Vale. House Highcliff had been summoned by King Robert to answer for their recent actions against House Balemore. A border skirmish had escalated into a brutal ambush, followed by Highcliff's successful invasion of Balemore's lands. It was a decisive victory for House Highcliff, but their method was brutal, similar to how I dealt with House Reyne. However, in their case, their actions were unacceptable, and now it had put House Highcliff in hot water with the crown and the rest of the Vale. I knew of Lord Greg Highcliff's reputation as a ruthless military tactician, one of the greatest warriors in all of Westeros.

But for all his combat prowess, he lacked finesse in matters of politics. He was direct and often let his anger get the best of him. House Highcliff was isolationist, preferring the old gods of the north over the Faith of the Seven, which dominated the Vale since the Andal invasion. I saw this as an opportunity. House Highcliff had no real relation to House Lannister, but I could use this situation to my advantage.

I was certain I could read and predict Greg's actions. I weighed the merits and demerits of intervening and wondered if it was worth the risk. But as I contemplated my next move, my thoughts turned to King Robert and his relationship with Greg. They had bonded during the rebellion through their shared thirst for battle, alcohol, and loss of loved ones. I wondered if the king would be willing to overlook House Highcliff's transgressions and spare them his wrath or would he use this as an excuse to further consolidate his power in the Vale? I could not ignore the potential consequences of intervening. Yet, House Highcliff was a potential tool I could use to further my interests.

Greg's military prowess and ruthlessness could be harnessed to house Lannister's advantage, if approached correctly. But if not, it could mean unnecessary conflict and bloodshed. These were questions I needed answers to before I could make my move. But one thing was certain: House Highcliff was not to be underestimated, and I would need to tread carefully if I were to exploit this situation to my advantage.

I would keep a close eye on their fate and see where I could maneuver to get the best result. For as the saying goes, "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die." And I was determined to make sure my family came out on top, no matter the cost.

As I pondered these thoughts, my youngest son, Tyrion, entered the room. He greeted me with a sarcastic comment, as was his way, but I could see the concern in his eyes.
"What troubles you, Father?" he asked.

"House Highcliff," I replied, handing him the scroll. "King Robert has summoned them to answer for their actions against House Balemore."

Tyrion scanned the scroll, a smirk on his face. "Ah, House Highcliff. I've heard they're quite the brutes. Perhaps we should offer them a lesson in diplomacy?"
I gave him a stern look. "This is not a matter to be taken lightly, Tyrion. We must be careful in our approach. House Highcliff may prove yet a useful ally, if handled correctly."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Of course, Father. I'll leave you to your scheming then."
As he left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my son's intelligence. But his lack of discipline and his tendency to act impulsively were a constant source of frustration for me.

I returned to my reports, my mind still on House Highcliff. I could not afford to let my guard down, not with such a powerful potential piece, and not with such a reckless and unpredictable leader like Greg Highcliff. I would need to tread carefully and think several steps ahead if I were to use this situation to my advantage.

But one thing was certain: I would not let House Lannister be dragged down by the rash actions of another house. For we were the lions of the West, and we would always stand tall and proud, no matter the challenges we faced.

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constructive criticism is always apricated.

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Tywin Lannister, ex hand of the king for like 20 years, de facto-god king of the westerlands, step father to the king of Westeros, would not be so worried about a banner man of the vale, he can call like 80k men if needed to while high cliff can call not even 10k, tone it down abit