euronizers

the-winged-wolf-bran-stark  asked:

In the horrifying AU scenario where Theon takes Bran, Rickon, and the Reeds to Pyke instead of try to hold WF, what does Euron do with them? I assume Jojen is used as a blood sacrifice :(, I do not want to think about what happens to Meera, but Bran and Rickon? Does Euron try to make Bran his apprentice, with Rickon as a backup (since Rickon has ability and would be more... malleable than Bran since he's younger)? You know, besides the world ending

Originally posted by fyspringfield

Yeah, this is one of the nightmare AUs. Whether Euron tries to make Bran his protege or just sacrifices him for power (as he undoubtedly would to Jojen and Rickon, and I too don’t even want to think about poor Meera’s fate), we are indeed looking at the end of the world. 

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“The sea meant freedom to the men of the Iron Islands. He had forgotten that until the Myraham had raised sail at Seagard. The sounds brought old feelings back; the creak of wood and rope, the captain’s shouted commands, the snap of the sails as the wind filled them, each as familiar as the beating of his own heart, and as comforting. I must remember this, Theon vowed to himself. I must never go far from the sea again.”

— A Clash of Kings

NEW Game of Thrones Season 7 Spoilers
  • Daenerys sends a letter saying “Bullshit Kings Meet @ Casterly Rock 6pm: Free Punch and Pie” 
  • Daenerys hits each person who shows up and no one questions it because clearly they have differing opinions of “punch and pie”
  • She has a whirlwind romance with Euron Greyjoy then feeds him to Drogon, Yara gives Dany the thumbs up and takes back the Iron Islands
  • Jorah Mormont is cured of grey scale by doing shots out of Stannis Baratheon’s skull
  • Bronn and Pod have sex for the first time on a romantic boat ride (captained by Gendry)
  • Ned Stark returns as Ned Stark the White 
  • Ser Davos is Azor Ahai 
  • Brienne pulls off Jaime Lannister’s mask to reveal he’s been Arthur Dayne this whole time
  • Jon Snow captures a white walker and tames it–this white walker is Renly Baratheon. They become good friends and share in an adventure where each one learns a little about themselves
  • Sansa is the Princess That Was Promised and she is fantastic, lemon cakes for all
  • Inspired by Vanishing Twin Syndrome, the Hound eats what’s left of his brother
  • Everything is actually fine in Dorne 
  • Same with Highgarden
  • Ireland wins, but Krum gets the snitch

chiefsheepmilkshake  asked:

In re: yesterday's horror discussions, who's POV do you think would be most terrifying if we could get a one-off POV? I think that's gotta be Patchface, right?

I’d be more inclined towards Euron or Roose. Patches scares me because a) I’m afraid of clowns and b) that vision of Mel’s where he’s surrounded by skulls. But I’m also extremely sympathetic to the man, because being a vessel for prophecy sounds like hell, and being inside his head would probably increase that sympathy even as the visions themselves would undoubtedly be terrifying. It would be sad as much as scary, is what I’m saying. 

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Another set of “Women of Westeros” (Part 2) - Lovely drawings by Lena Hill

chocolatewitchharmony  asked:

Who do you think is the tall and terrible woman beside Euron in Aeron's vision? I've heard lots of theories, from the TV show hinting at Cersei, I read an interesting blog about The Mad Maid of Hightower, and a film theorist video about Dany going mad. Who do you think it is and how do you think it will affect the rest of the series.

Thanks for the question, @chocolatewitchharmony​!

First, the show isn’t the books.

Second, there’s a caveat in that, as amazing and mind-blowing as The Forsaken was, it’s not the final copy yet and liable to changes and revision. Meaning, that tall and terrible woman could possible be written out of the story. I definitely think it won’t because it’s a very evocative image, but the possibility could happen.

So, with all that said, I’ll say my piece on the chances of those women you mentioned as the “tall and terrible women.”

Dany isn’t going mad. And while one could take symbolic representation of Dany with the woman being “long and tall and terrible” and Dany’s taste in men lean towards people like Daario and Euron, both men having evocative parallels and similarities, (though I don’t blame her when her golden standard was Drogo…), even Dany recognized Daario was awful:

Dany was appalled. He is a monster. A gallant monster, but a monster still. “Do you take me for the Butcher King?”

Better the butcher than the meat. All kings are butchers. Are queens so different?”

And Euron is far worse in terms of seeing humanity as chattel and butcher’s meat. He openly practices Valyrian-style slavery and atrocities (all men are meat, anyone?) As much as Dany is fully capable of exercising cruelty onto slavers and innocents (the wine-seller and his daughters), she’s committed herself to ending the slavery institution that her ancestors were masters to.

Dany and Euron are foils, two sides of the Valyrian coin, two ways of utilizing “fire and blood.” While Euron unleashes unrepentant suffering to fuel his magical ambitions (the true heir to Old Valyria), Dany has unleashed the dragon’s fire to consume the slavers and dehumanizing institution that has reduced men to meat in service to the slaves, her people and children.

I just don’t see Dany go that extra step of stamping her foot into darker depths and accepting Euron as a paramour or partner… willingly. I definitely acknowledge magical detainment as a possibility for Dany (though I hope not) with all the deep-seated sorcerer atmosphere emanating from Euron and I certainly theorize Dany’s certainly going to be tempted by him after she blows up King’s Landing… but no, she’s going to burn him as a final test before facing off the eldritch slavers, the greatest dehumanizing masters of them all: the Others.

Cersei, I don’t see either. Besides the fact that Cersei has her own rich story of a queen laboring under patriarchy, a woman dealing with misogyny, both others’ and her own internalized kind, a victim of fate wanting to break destiny’s knees and a daughter who’s going to destroy herself trying to be her father’s heir, as @poorquentyn​ pointed out the other day, she’s not going to cut it for Euron. He’s got his eyes on this prize:

“So are the contents of my chamber pot. None is fit to sit the Seastone Chair, much less the Iron Throne. No, to make an heir that’s worthy of him, I need a different woman. When the kraken weds the dragon, brother, let all the world beware.”

“What dragon?” said Victarion, frowning.

“The last of her line. They say she is the fairest woman in the world. Her hair is silver-gold, and her eyes are amethysts … but you need not take my word for it, brother. Go to Slaver’s Bay, behold her beauty, and bring her back to me.”

Now, Euron emphasizes Dany’s beauty as a factor and it’s possible for someone to think that might lead him to Cersei… but I think Euron was emphasizing how Dany appears the very ethnicity that once dominated the world and sees marrying her as another step closer to realizing his role as Old Valyria’s heir. Plus, Euron’s political platform was this:

“I know as much of war as you do, Crow’s Eye,” Asha said. “Aegon Targaryen conquered Westeros with dragons.”

“And so shall we,” Euron Greyjoy promised. “That horn you heard I found amongst the smoking ruins that were Valyria, where no man has dared to walk but me. You heard its call, and felt its power. It is a dragon horn, bound with bands of red gold and Valyrian steel graven with enchantments. The dragonlords of old sounded such horns, before the Doom devoured them. With this horn, ironmen, I can bind dragons to my will.”

Asha laughed aloud. “A horn to bind goats to your will would be of more use, Crow’s Eye. There are no more dragons.”

“Again, girl, you are wrong. There are three, and I know where to find them. Surely that is worth a driftwood crown.”

And his talk with Victarion reveals this to be a personal ambition as well:

Euron seated himself and gave his cloak a twitch, so it covered his private parts. “I had forgotten what a small and noisy folk they are, my ironborn. I would bring them dragons, and they shout out for grapes.”

“Grapes are real. A man can gorge himself on grapes. Their juice is sweet, and they make wine. What do dragons make?”

“Woe.”

Cersei can’t give Euron dragons. And he doesn’t want to rule Westeros so her being queen doesn’t matter. Euron’s grasping eye is looking to devour something beyond the physical. On a metaphysical level, he wants to be Old Valyria’s heir, consuming the world and bringing woe to countless people. A dragon will help elevate him from ironborn king to draconic slaver.

Malora Hightower … I don’t see it. I mean, The Winds of Winter might give more grounds to this theory, but it seems the evidence leans more towards her trying to save humanity as a whole in the long-term while neglecting it in the short-term with her father:

“To be sure. Lord Leyton’s locked atop his tower with the Mad Maid, consulting books of spells. Might be he’ll raise an army from the deeps. Or not. Baelor’s building galleys, Gunthor has charge of the harbor, Garth is training new recruits, and Humfrey’s gone to Lys to hire sellsails. If he can winkle a proper fleet out of his whore of a sister, we can start paying back the ironmen with some of their own coin. Till then, the best we can do is guard the sound and wait for the bitch queen in King’s Landing to let Lord Paxter off his leash.”

I personally think Malora and Leyton are tragic figures, people trying to handle and tap into the magical and metaphysical, all in an effort to save humanity from the Long Night… but ultimately end off neglecting humanity from its immediate time of need and paying the price for it in the end, laying the metaphysical minefields that’ll ignite upon Euron’s descent into Oldtown.

So, what I do think personally? Well, my first gut instinct was that it was either Dany or Melisandre, given the possible textual evidence than the others:

Slender she was, graceful, taller than most knights, with full breasts and narrow waist and a heart-shaped face. Men’s eyes that once found her did not quickly look away, not even a maester’s eyes. Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.

Melisandre cried, “We thank you for Stannis, by your grace our king. We thank you for the pure white fire of his goodness, for the red sword of justice in his hand, for the love he bears his leal people. Guide him and defend him, R'hllor, and grant him strength to smite his foes.”

She was stronger at the Wall, stronger even than in Asshai. Her every word and gesture was more potent, and she could do things that she had never done before. Such shadows as I bring forth here will be terrible, and no creature of the dark will stand before them. With such sorceries at her command, she should soon have no more need of the feeble tricks of alchemists and pyromancers.

That being said, I shot this down. Melisandre is a religious zealot and ex-slave with a genuine desire to save the world who’ll commit to unsavory means to net-positive ends. She doesn’t take pleasure or emotional catharsis in suffering. She causes suffering through her burnings, and that’s worth condemning, but it’s for her notion of the “greater good”, not out of joy.

The very notion that Melisandre would work with Euron, who is essentially an Other in human skin… it just doesn’t work. I can cite logistical problems, but, from a character-driven level, any working relationship between them doesn’t add up. Maybe a female follower of R’hllor, given the white fire that Melisandre ties with R’hllor, but otherwise, this just doesn’t work for me.

So, after thought, this is what I’ve decided: a female representation of the Others that Euron’s going to colliding together with.  

Shadow?

Will saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pale shapes gliding through the wood. He turned his head, glimpsed a white shadow in the darkness. Then it was gone.

“We have white shadows in the woods and unquiet dead stalking our halls, and a boy sits the Iron Throne,” he said in disgust.

“The cold gods,” she said. “The ones in the night. The white shadows.”

Long and tall?

Tall, it was, and gaunt and hard as old bones, with flesh pale as milk. Its armor seemed to change color as it moved; here it was white as new-fallen snow, there black as shadow, everywhere dappled with the deep grey-green of the trees.

Sword-slim it was, and milky white.

Terrible and laughing at human suffering?

The bear was dead, pale and rotting, its fur and skin all sloughed off and half its right arm burned to bone, yet still it came on. Only its eyes lived. Bright blue, just as Jon said.

A horse’s head emerged from the darkness. Sam felt a moment’s relief, until he saw the horse. Hoarfrost covered it like a sheen of frozen sweat, and a nest of stiff black entrails dragged from its open belly.

The watchers moved forward together, as if some signal had been given. Swords rose and fell, all in a deathly silence. It was cold butchery. The pale blades sliced through ringmail as if it were silk. Will closed his eyes. Far beneath him, he heard their voices and laughter sharp as icicles.

A woman?

The gathering gloom put Bran in mind of another of Old Nan’s stories, the tale of Night’s King. He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” she would add, “for all men must know fear.” A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.

He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

As for the pale, white fire, a fair counterpoint. I assume a Others-friendly glass candle because how would Euron otherwise make his deal with the Others, given the distance between them? And there’s some precedent, textually:

Alleras nodded at the glass candle.

Sam stared at the strange pale flame for a moment, then blinked and looked away. Outside the window it was growing dark.

Precedent, motive, characterization, textual support, a representation of all the sorceries Euron “demon in human skin” Greyjoy wants to conquer and take over is the perfect mate. Who better to help herald in the apocalypse for a man who wants to consume all the metaphysics and reign as king over the dragonfires and, with this mate’s help, the frozen lands?

Hope this helps!

Look:

Red-eyed and pale, Cersei climbed the steps to kneel above their father, drawing Tommen down beside her. The boy recoiled at the sight, but his mother seized his wrist before he could pull away. “Pray,” she whispered, and Tommen tried. But he was only eight, and Lord Tywin was a horror. One desperate breath of air, then the king began to sob. “Stop that!” Cersei said. Tommen turned his head and doubled over, retching. His crown fell off and rolled across the marble floor. His mother pulled back in disgust, and all at once the king was running for the doors, as fast as his eight-year-old legs could carry him.

“Ser Osmund, relieve me,” Jaime said sharply, as Kettleblack turned to chase the crown. He handed the man the golden sword and went after his king. In the Hall of Lamps he caught him, beneath the eyes of two dozen startled septas. “I’m sorry,” Tommen wept. “I will do better on the morrow. Mother says a king must show the way, but the smell made me sick.”

Could it be any clearer?

HERE WE HAVE TYWIN LANNISTER’S CORPSE

WHICH NATURALLY REPRESENTS HIS LEGACY

PRESENTED TO THE OBJECT OF THAT LEGACY

THE LANNISTER CHILD-KING FOR WHOM TYWIN IS OSTENSIBLY WORKING

KING TOMMEN “BARATHEON,” THE EMBODIMENT OF TYWIN’S HOPE FOR THE FUTURE

THE HOPE WHICH IS SUPPOSED TO JUSTIFY ALL HE’S DONE…

…FUCKING PUKING

REJECTING HIS GRANDFATHER AND HIS LEGACY IN THE MOST DIRECT WAY POSSIBLE

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY, TYWIN” IS WHAT TOMMEN IS SAYING HERE

“YOUR LEGACY IS POISON”

“I DO NOT WANT IT”

“WHO THE FUCK WOULD”

“WHO THE FUCK WOULD WANT TO INHERIT THE GRAVEYARD YOU HAVE LEFT BEHIND”

well guess who actually would and does:

“Crow’s Eye, you call me. Well, who has a keener eye than the crow? After every battle the crows come in their hundreds and their thousands to feast upon the fallen. A crow can espy death from afar. And I say that all of Westeros is dying. Those who follow me will feast until the end of their days.”

That is A Feast for Crows: A story about how Tywin Lannister’s true heir is Euron Greyjoy. Look upon his works, and despair.

An Ice color variant of my Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire) screen print that my printer mocked up! I can’t wait for this to be out~ 😁❄

Was rereading “The Reaver” this morning, had some scattered thoughts on ol’ Vic: 

1) Victarion’s inability to get Talbert Serry out of his head is one of the most interesting notes in his characterization. The Iron Captain is repeatedly capable of these weird little sparks of empathy amidst his general blunt awfulness, but they’re always filtered through the Old Way and Victarion’s particular hierarchical understanding of the world. Talbert Serry was worth more than other greenlanders because he was “almost Ironborn,” chattel slavery is bad because the iron price is not being paid, etc. I think these moments are about how warrior culture and racist ideology can (and, indeed, are designed to) kill empathy in the crib.

2) I hadn’t noticed it before this time around, but there’s a running theme in this chapter of Victarion’s iron loyalty to authority running up against his desire to kill Euron, paying off at chapter’s end with his inner pledge to betray the Crow’s Eye. Vic specifically wants to wed Dany in part to get back at Euron regarding Vic’s third wife, but also because he realizes Dany (well, her dragons and bloodline) answers this question: 

One day I shall drink your milkshake wine, Crow’s Eye, and take from you all that you hold dear. But was there anything Euron held dear?

3) I’m far from the first person to point this out, I know, but this is just brutal:

There is no wine so sweet as wine taken from a foe. Someone had told him that once. His father, or his brother Balon.

Firelight glimmered in Euron’s eye. His smiling eye. “Will you take a cup of Lord Hewett’s wine? There’s no wine half so sweet as wine taken from a beaten foe.”

Even memories aren’t safe from Euron–something Victarion thought connected him to Balon or Quellon just leads him right back to the Crow’s Eye. The tentacles that grasp Victarion (as Moqorro describes them) are strong indeed. 

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Dante’s Nine Circles Of Hell (As depicted in “Inferno”)

“Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the
other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.”

Euron Greyjoy's Kingsmoot Speech
  • What GRRM wrote: "Who knows more of gods than I? Horse gods and fire gods, gods made of gold with gemstone eyes, gods carved of cedar wood, gods chiseled into mountains, gods of empty air... I know them all. I have seen their peoples garland them with flowers, and shed the blood of goats and bulls and children in their names. And I have heard the prayers, in half a hundred tongues. Cure my withered leg, make the maiden love me, grant me a healthy son. Save me, succor me, make me wealthy... protect me! Protect me from mine enemies, protect me from the darkness, protect me from the crabs inside my belly, from the horselords, from the slavers, from the sellswords at my door. Protect me from the Silence." He laughed. "Godless? Why, Aeron, I am the godliest man ever to raise sail! You serve one god, Damphair, but I have served ten thousand. From Ib to Asshai, when men see my sails, they pray."
  • what D&D wrote: Lol I have such a big dick, let me make a bunch of dickjokes to Theon and tell the entire Ironborn (or at least the 20 extras HBO could afford) about my entire plan lolololoooo
The Drowned God and His Simple Folk

One of our readers, opinions-about-tiaras, isn’t convinced that the Old Way is popular among the small folk of the Iron Islands:

The Old Way offers nothing to the peasantry. Nothing at all. In fact, under the old way, the peasantry are worse off than the peasantry of the rest of the Seven Kingdoms.

You know what the Old Way says to the commoners? It says “You’re nothing. You’re scum. You till the earth, or mine it, and that’s not MANS work. MEN sail the seas and reave, or at the very least fish. YOU till the soil, or labor in the mines. You’re doing thralls work. You might as well be a thrall yourself. You’re certainly not a man.”

For gods sake, the words of House Greyjoy are We Do Not Sow.

Again: the Old Way offers nothing to those people. It regards tillers of the soil as subhuman scum.

In fact, I would hazard a guess that to the extent that the Seven have many adherents on the islands, it is likely to be among the smallfolk. The Faith of the Seven at least says “every man is equal in the eyes of god.” That’s much better than the faith of the Drowned God, which offers jack shit to the smallfolk.

And also wasn’t persuaded by our admittedly esoteric happy ending:

You just spent a lot of words describing how the Old Way has immense, powerful adherence at all levels of ironborn society, especially among the smallfolk…. and then you argue that just because Euron is going to lead them to another disaster in a long line of disasters, it is going to somehow end for… reasons? Like, the people of the iron islands didn’t care about all the other times they crashed and burned because the ideology was just so damn appealing they kept coming back to it, but this crash and burn is gonna be different?

Which is fair enough. The free flowing style we used for our essay on the New Way precluded us from really getting into our evidence, so we’ll take this as an opportunity to do so. Also, thanks for taking the time to write a lengthy response!

It might seem strange, but the most faithful and devout of the Ironborn are the common people, “the simple folk, tillers of the soil and fishers of the sea” (FfC Victarion II). The men and women who work themselves to the bone on the shores, in the fields, and under the earth are predominately the people who are baptized by drowning and CPR revival. This same lowly class also provides most of the volunteers who make up the Islands’ caste of ascetic, self-mortifying itinerant priests:

Aeron continued on alone, up hills and down vales along a stony track that drew wider and more traveled as he neared the sea. In every village he paused to preach, and in the yards of petty lords as well… Some of those who heard him threw down their hoes and picks to follow, so by the time he heard the crash of waves a dozen men walked behind his horse, touched by god and desirous of drowning. (FfC Aeron I)

The hands of Aeron’s Drowned Men are deeply marked by these lower class origins, which includes mining rock and chopping wood:

Pebbleton was home to several thousand fisherfolk, whose hovels huddled round the base of a square towerhouse with a turret at each corner. Twoscore of Aeron’s drowned men there awaited him, camped along a grey sand beach in sealskin tents and shelters built of driftwood. Their hands were roughened by brine, scarred by nets and lines, callused from oars and picks and axes, but now those hands gripped driftwood cudgels hard as iron, for the god had armed them from his arsenal beneath the sea. (FfC Aeron I)

These are the same priests who so fanatically preach the Old Way and are currently praying for the downfall of that “godless man” Euron. The peasantry is also the section of the Ironborn population most likely to be descended from those long ago thralls whose labor the peasantry now predominately performs. The Drowned Men might be simple people but they live very complicated lives and are more than single-minded fanatics.

The Drowned God might consider the peasantry’s future, present and past labor contemptible, but that doesn’t stop them from fervently believing in He Who Dwells Beneath the Waves and his commandments. The Old Religion’s popular character can be further seen in how it idealizes the intense personal suffering of the peasantry:

“Comforts I shall know in the Drowned God’s watery halls beneath the waves. We are born to suffer, that our sufferings might make us strong.” (FfC Aeron I)

Which provides something of window into how the low class Ironborn deal with the daily contradiction of performing thrall’s work. The suffering from their toil is present in the figure of the Drowned God, a deity whose limbs are “broken and swollen” (WoW The Forsaken). Their struggle for survival has its counterpart in the Drowned God’s constant, unceasing, unwinnable struggle with the Storm God. It is thus the daily experiencing of suffering, of accepting suffering, and of overcoming suffering that provides the crucial connection between the Drowned God and his lowborn worshippers.

Hence why the priests wear rough homespun, drink salt water, and live lives exposed to the elements.* Toiling in the fields and mines is just another test of faith, what matters is that their god agrees that their lives are terrible and tells them that their suffering will better them and make them deserving of betterment (while also giving his children a helping hand here and there, with fish first and foremost, because the Drowned God loves them). There is none of the condensation of the Andal Smith, an idealized peasant securely in his place, happily contributing to the greater hierarchically organized whole that keeps him where he is. The average Iron Islander, with his worn body and faith in his suffering, has more the leveler about him than an entire army of angry Sparrows. The Drowned Gods commandments apply to every Ironborn, regardless of birth or wealth, so the people expect their lords to suffer as well, to live holy lives and use the ships and weapons made possible by the labor of the commons to pay the Iron Price.

The lords, in contrast to the popular Manichaeism of the commons, tend to be very lukewarm believers whose faith is riddled with dodges and loopholes. They dip their infants’ heads in salt water and pretend that this amounts to a proper drowning:

Only then did the priest turn to the three riders, watching from their saddles. “Have you come to be drowned, my lords?”

The Sparr coughed. “I was drowned as a boy,” he said, “and my son upon his name day.”

Aeron snorted. That Steffarion Sparr had been given to the Drowned God soon after birth he had no doubt. He knew the manner of it too, a quick dip into a tub of seawater that scarce wet the infant’s head. Small wonder the ironborn had been conquered, they who once held sway everywhere the sound of waves was heard. “That is no true drowning,” he told the riders. “He that does not die in truth cannot hope to rise from death. Why have you come, if not to prove your faith?” (FfC Aeron I)

The lives of this upper class are very comfortable, insulated from both the pedestrian and the holy suffering that is daily endured by the common people:

“I am to bring you to the keep,” insisted young Gormond, from atop his horse.

He is afraid to dismount, lest he get his boots wet. (FfC Aeron I)

If suffering is good because it brings strength, what does that say about someone who’s afraid to be drowned or even get their nice boots wet? It seems rather clear from this where the hard strength of the Old Religion resides. The faith is strongest and deepest at the toiling base of Ironborn society, whilst being generally weak and superficial amongst the warrior class and the aristocracy. This means that the culture war between reformers and reactionaries on one hand and the racial war between Ironborn supremacists and greenlanders on the other is joined by a third conflict, a religious class war between high and low.

The aristocracy has long legitimized itself and sought to build private empires by directing the common people’s wrath, their rightful belief that they deserve better, outwards at the greenlanders, the weak people who supposedly deserve to be the slaves of the stronger-through-suffering Ironborn. In this way the lords of the New Way live it up while the miserable common people toil for them. Not for much longer though, as the warriors and aristocracy have thrown their lot in with Euron, who the common people know is not one of them but rather an enemy – that’s why all the priests, with their scarred and callused hands, reject Euron to a man. For Euron there is nothing remotely noble or uplifting about the daily suffering endured by the lowest of his small noisy folk. Suffering is merely a tool he uses to lower everyone else so that he can “worship naught but his own pride.” In choosing the Crow’s Eye as their king, the shortsighted lords and captains have demonstrated how much they care for their people’s faith compared to their own advancement. The aristocracy’s great mascarade is at long last coming to an end; they’re going to their deaths, having shown everyone who they really are.

*This also foreshadows that Theon’s broken physical condition might not preclude his claim from being supported by the Ironborn priests and small folk provided Theon shows the requisite spiritual strength.

danykinkfic  asked:

Question on the EA theory. In some posts you seem to assume Euron will have a "downfall" and in others it sounds like you think the world is dunzo. Can you clarify? Also, how (if at all) does Theon play into this? Seems like if Euron is this big a deal, there's a Greyjoy amongst the Stark kids for a reason, no?

(TWOW spoilers)

Oh, I don’t think Euron and the Others are going to win. GRRM’s an existentialist romantic, not a nihilist; Bran and the dragonriders will save the world. But the agents of the apocalypse are definitely going to do a lot of damage first. Oldtown is thoroughly screwed, and from there, Euron might extend his tendrils to the Arbor and deeper into the Reach before Willas and Garlan throw him back. Meanwhile, in the North, the Others will bring with them the Second Long Night and all the various forms of death that go with it. 

As for Theon, there’s some interesting setup in both his and Nuncle Damphair’s released TWOW chapters that may indeed point to him playing a role in all this. In Theon I TWOW, Theon has a rather intense flashback to Euron’s “black eye shining with malice.” This is, so far, the only glimpse we’ve had of the Crow’s Eye itself, and it may portend a reckoning of some kind. Even more suggestive, in “The Forsaken,” GRRM has Aeron dismiss Asha and Victarion as candidates to replace Euron; not to say that Aeron’s word is gospel, of course, but the pointed exclusion of Theon from the “not” list makes me wonder whether it’ll indeed be him.

It’s also worth noting that Theon’s probably about to come face-to-face with Bran and Bloodraven via the weirwood in the crofters’ village, given that the birds clearly possessed by the greenseers were encouraging Stannis to execute Theon there. IMO it’s possible that Bloodraven, seeking to contain his rogue protege Euron, will want to save Theon’s life and make sure he gets sent home to claim his rights.