MISTY-ISLE

blackofhairandheart2  asked:

Given that they're rocking your favorite sigil, any theories about the location of Misty Isle, the seat of House Fisher? Is it in the God's Eye? The Trident? The Bay of Crabs? What about the unnamed seats of Houses Justman and Teague? I feel like we've got more detailed maps of the Riverlands than any other kingdom so it might make speculation a bit easier.

Hmm! Good question.

I was talking with @racefortheironthrone about this. He and I are in agreement that the Misty Isle was somewhere in the Gods Eye. Given the real-world mythos of the Fisher King, the true ancientness of the Fishers as a Riverlands royal dynasty (Yandel notes that House Fisher was, by varying accounts, the first, second, or third royal dynasty of the Trident), and the success early dynasties in other realms enjoyed by linking themselves with religious/mythological figures, I think it’s probable House Fisher was a semi-religious royal dynasty, acting as kings chosen by, and maybe speakers of, the old gods very conveniently represented by the nearby Isle of Faces.

The Justmans are a little harder to pinpoint. From a story perspective, you’d imagine they would be on the Red Fork, between Stone Hedge and Raventree Hall - a nice reminder that House Justman was both Bracken and Blackwood while belonging to neither. But such a seat isn’t particularly centrally located(especially for how expansive the Justman kingdom eventually became), and unless there were a convenient island in the middle of the Red Fork, the Justmans would have to settle on one bank or another - and whichever bank the Justmans settled on, you can bet the family on the opposite side would be moaning and groaning about the “favor” shown to its rivals. Maybe the Justmans settled upstream from Lord Harroway’s Town (or, at least, what is currently Lord Harroway’s Town), where the Red Fork feeds into the combined Blue and Green Forks. A seat at the confluence of rivers is a strong geostrategic position employed by other Westerosi Houses (the Allyrions at Godsgrace, the Fossoways at Cider Hall, and indeed the Tullys at Riverrun), and such a location would be an easier point from which Benedict and his heirs could administer their current-Crownlands conquests.

As for the Teagues … well, I find it interesting that Torrence Teague was crowned at Maidenpool, which had fallen first to the Andals and then to King Benedict I Justman. It could be that the ruling Lord Mooton was trying to get in on the ground level with the new dynasty in hopes of advancement, but it might also mean that Torrence had taken Maindepool for his dynasty’s own seat. Certainly, I think the Teagues would have had a less centrally located seat than the Justmans, to fit with the instability and failed administration their dynasty represented for the Riverlands. Little wonder that King Theo would be called “Saddle-Sore”, if he were riding all the way from Maidenpool to, say, Pinkmaiden or Seagard to quash local insurrections.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

Because I am trash and phil-the-stone​ and I decided weneeded yet another inane crossover, I present to you;

THE HOBBIT/PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN AU YOU NEVER ASKED FOR

Except it’s less ‘Pirates of the Caribbean AU’ and more‘what if the Quest took place on the high seas instead and everyone dressed in dashing period clothing, also Smaug is a sea serpent and that is definitely an amazing concept, fight me’.

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anonymous asked:

In relation to your (and RacefortheIronThrone's) suggestion that the Misty Isle, seat of House Fisher was possibly located within the Gods Eye - Do you think that the political connection this location offered the Fisher dynasty to the Isle of Faces (the Old Gods) outweighed its relative remoteness from the other houses located along the Trident? - Thank You, RSAFan.

“Relative remoteness” would depend on which Houses actually constituted the Kingdom of the Rivers and Hills in the days of the Fisher kings, and given the probable ancient age of the dynasty, I think it’s likely the Fishers’ kingdom was a good deal smaller either than the acme of the Riverlands’ strength, under the Justman kings, or even the Riverlands proper today. With the Blackwoods and the Brackens both claiming to have been petty kings (and even historically ruling as kings over the whole Trident for some time), and the Mootons kings at the time of the Andal Invasion, it’s at least possible, if not probable, that a good number of riverlord families were independent in these ancient days. While we don’t know the borders of the Fisher kings’ domain, I could see where its relatively smaller size, combined with the religious potency of the Gods Eye, would lead them to choose it for a seat.

- NFriel

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As fall transitions to winter, the air begins to feel a little moody. Drawing inspiration from late fall on the coast, Coastal Inlet brings together crisp blues with misty grays, browns and a pop of a grayed acid green. 

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August 22nd, 2014 - The King of Winds

AUTHOR: vow-anon

AUGUST 22nd, 2014 - The King of Winds

It had taken him years of toil and effort to find - this tiny, secret, mist-shrouded isle deep in the seas where no man came. He’d sailed all over the world hunting down scraps of the fabled Staveyand Map, months holed up with some of the finest scholars in the world (one of whom happened to be his brother, Bran) to decipher the glyphs and riddling, ancient verses on the map. He’d fought off other corsairs and treasure-seekers hunting for the Staveyand Treasure, earning himself a reputation as the finest swordsman on the seven seas. And he’d sailed to the tiny, nameless island, braving storms and whirlpools and dead calms, starvation and mutiny. And now his beautiful ship, his pride and joy, his beloved Lion’s Claw, lay wrecked and ruined upon the rocky shores of the island - giving its life in the last leg of Captain Arthur Kirkland’s treasure hunt. His crew, what remained of the loyal band, were doing their best to salvage what they could from their ship’s wreckage, and Arthur had come up to the Cave alone, as the map had directed.

But it would be worth it, he told himself, breathing in deeply in front of the great bronze gate fronting the Cave where, so the map said, the Staveyand Treasure was hidden.

He muttered the words of the old legend to himself, as he had so many times before, the verses burned into his mind and dreams.

Alone must ye tread the Narrow Way

That winds up from the Hidden Bay

Of the misty, rock-fanged, secret Isle

Two points north of the Sea-wolf’s Smile

Then, pass the secret the bronze gate keeps

To find the treasure that ye seek

The Silver-Starred, the Glory Old

A burning fire that’s winter-cold

Shed the blood to earn the mark

Conquered seas, conquered dark

He who finds what’s hidden there

Is the King of Winds, free and fair!”

The legend had spread among the fleets for centuries - the legend of the treasure that would make its holder the King of Winds, the conqueror of the seas and the dark. It had become common knowledge that whosoever held that treasure would be the mightiest captain sailing the seas.

And now he, Arthur Kirkland, privateer, loyal subject of Her Royal Majesty, would finally lay his hands upon the Silver-Starred…

He gulped heavily, feeling suddenly very young and overwhelmed and awestruck - he, who the pirates called the Lion of the Oceans, he whose distinctive white-and-red sails struck fear into the hearts of hardened corsairs. He closed his eyes, feeling tears prickling, and with a deep breath entered the cave.

The flickering light of his torch revealed an enormous space - a flat rock floor extending to beyond the range of his light, a ceiling that arched up and away like the soaring heights of a cathedral. It was so grand Arthur gasped. And then, slowly, he began realizing something horrible - there was nothing in the cave. He took a few steps inside, peering around him. He spied a treasure chest and cried out in joy, running towards it - only to stop dead, his heart sinking, when he realized the chest was open, its red velvet interior gapingly empty.

Coming closer, he realized there was something else - someone else. He knelt beside the prone figure just in front of the chest, turning the body to see a young face and a chest rising and falling. For a moment he felt overwhelming rage, that this interloper was all he found - then, his natural honor reasserted itself, and he sighed.

He had always been fair and just, a captain whose crew followed him out of loyalty and not fear. He fancied himself a privateer, operating within the law with letters of marque and not a ruthless, outlaw pirate. He didn’t raid helpless villagers or slay unwary, defenseless civilians. He was ruthless enough with the enemies of his country and efficiently stern with his crew and allies, but he was not needlessly cruel. So he let go of the urge to blame the unconscious boy. Clearly Arthur had been beaten to the treasure by some other crew - and just as clearly this boy, barely out of childhood, had been left behind. Perhaps he’d been a prisoner.

He bent over the boy, checking him for injuries. As he scanned the boy’s chest and limbs, he didn’t notice a drop of blood from one of his recent wounds fall onto the boy’s face, nor how the boy licked it up unconsciously. But he did notice as the boy began to stir.

“Lie still,” Arthur told him worriedly. “You may be badly hurt. Do not worry - I am a friend.”

The boy blinked at him, and in the torchlight his eyes were the deep, unending blue of a summer sky. He smiled at Arthur, and Arthur’s breath caught in his throat at the beauty of it.

“Do you know,” the boy said in an odd accent, “That you are the first one here who was nice to me? The others all kicked and hit me for not having any treasure.”

“The first one…?” Arthur repeated, puzzled - but his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar laugh. He bolted to his feet, his free hand going to his cutlass, as he beheld his arch-enemy Francis Bonnefoy of the Triomphant, surrounded by his grinning crew.

“Well done, rosbif, well done! Merci beaucoup for solving the riddles and leading us to the rock-fanged Isle,” Francis said mockingly. “Only one, so the legend said, could pass the gates - but apparently a crew can follow in his wake. Now, I will be taking the treasure, so you will hand it over at once, si’l vous plait.

Arthur snapped back with a short, concise summary of Francis’s mother’s sexual career, and Francis’s smile grew more dangerous.

“I had hoped you might say that. Foncez, mes garcons!” he cried, and Arthur grit his teeth as he prepared to fight for his life.

And suddenly, there was a whoosh and a scent like new-burned fir and ice-fields, all at once, and Arthur saw the charging French crew stop dead in their tracks. Slowly, he turned his head to look behind him…

…and saw an enormous dragon, wings flared and mouth open, exposing fangs as huge as daggers and white streamers of flame that dripped and drifted like smoke around the open jaws. And in the dragon’s eyes, a very familiar shade of blue…

The French crew ran screaming for the cave entrance, Francis in the forefront. Arthur might have joined them, but his limbs felt frozen and watery…

“I will bind myself to you,” said the dragon to Arthur. “Because you were kind to me, and because you are brave. And because you have already given to me of your blood. Your enemies shall be mine, and your allegiances shall be mine, and we shall be a force to reckon with, you and I.”

“I - I…” Arthur stammered.

“Is that not why you sailors and pirates come to this place, seeking me - me, the King of Winds? But you are the first who has been worthy. Come on,” the dragon said, and suddenly the thundering voice sounded young and playful. “It’ll be fun!”

Arthur swallowed hard. “But - my lord dragon…”

“You can call me Alfred,” the dragon said, brightly.

“Ah. Well. Um. I’m - I’m Arthur. Arthur Kirkland,” Arthur stammered in reply, groping for manners when thought and wit failed.

“Nice to meet you, Artie,” the dragon chirped. “I have a feeling we’ll have lots of great adventures together!”