Jaime's Wench Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Welcome to 38th edition of the Elimination Game. A brief review of the mechanics and rulesIn each round, you are allowed to "heal" one option and "hurt" another. For example:Jaime 5Cersei 5Heal JaimeHurt CerseiJaime 6 (+)Cersei 4 (-)The rules:1. Every battle starts with 5 HP (healing points).2. You can only vote once every 10 attack posts (9 between your first and last) OR once every two hours.3. A cap of 25 HP will be imposed upon the last 5 deaths standing. Once this cap is in effect, you can choose to hurt one option without healing another, as long as at least one of the remaining choices is at the 25 point maximum.4. If you spot any errors during the game, please correct them and include where you saw the error happen.5. The game starts with 150 HP total and should stay that way until the last 5 deaths standing.6. Please note who you're healing/hurting with +/- signs.7. Declare what you are hurting and what you are healing1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap 54. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 56. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 58. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 59. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 511. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 512. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey 516. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One found Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 524. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets 526. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 530. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCrannogDweller Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 25Hurt 161. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 54. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 56. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 58. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 59. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 511. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 512. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 516. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One found Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared. 4 (-)17. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 524. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 6 (+)26. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 530. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaime's Wench Posted January 20, 2013 Author Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 5Hurt 16-forgot to put 5 on everything- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crown Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 11. Hurt 16.1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 54. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 5.7. Septon Meribald’s Speech. 58. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 59. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 511. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 6 (+)12. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 516. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One found Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared 2 (-)17. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 524. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 530. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all 5EDIT: Added Nog and Wench. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juli Greyjoy Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap 6 +4. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 58. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 59. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 511. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey 516. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One found Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared 1 -17. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 524. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 530. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snowborn Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 :)Heal 8, hurt 16 for me, please! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E-Ro Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 heal 23hurt 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ab aeterno Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 8Hurt 10 please. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaime's Wench Posted January 20, 2013 Author Share Posted January 20, 2013 Right, I'm no good at sorting out scores....-is about to try- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crown Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 For Dani, E-Ro and ab:1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap 6 +4. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 4 (-)8. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 7 (++)9. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 4 (-)11. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey 516. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One found Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared 0 (-)17. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 6 (+)24. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 530. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leviathan I Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 8 hurt 29 for me please. Thanks for posting the thread JW, I have a feeling that we would have bickered over what to do for days if someone didn't just fucking do something. Now I'm going to get some much needed sleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaime's Wench Posted January 20, 2013 Author Share Posted January 20, 2013 snip - ignore me, i am very slow at maths Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
E-Ro Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 damn but 16 got killed FAST, luls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCrannogDweller Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 The score after Leviathan:1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 411. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 624. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 430. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Kraken Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 23Hurt 101. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 55.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 3 (-)11. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 515. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 7 (+)24. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 430. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
King Euron Swagjoy Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 4Hurt 141. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 6 (+)5.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 311. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 4 (-)15. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 724. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 626. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 430. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCrannogDweller Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 25Hurt 291. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 65.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 66. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 311. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 415. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 724. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 7 (+)26. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 3 (-)30. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaime's Wench Posted January 20, 2013 Author Share Posted January 20, 2013 heal 5hurt 29 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tony Soprano Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 4Hurt 101. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 7 (+)5.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 7 (+)6. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 2 (-)11. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 612. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 415. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 724. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 726. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 2 (-)30. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5Includes Wench's vote. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crown Posted January 20, 2013 Share Posted January 20, 2013 Heal 11, hurt 29.1. On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king? 52. The waves may break upon the mountain, yet still they come, wave upon wave, and in the end only pebbles remain where once the mountain stood. And soon even the pebbles are swept away, to be ground beneath the sea for all eternity. 53. Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. 64. 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. 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. / They pray to trees and golden idols and goat-headed abominations. False gods... / Just so, and for that sin I kill them all. I spill their blood upon the sea and sow their screaming women with my seed. Their little gods cannot stop me, so plainly they are false gods. I am more devout than even you, Aeron. Perhaps it should be you who kneels to me for blessing. 75.“Who are you?” He had to hear her say it. “The question is, who are you?” “This is a dream.” “Is it?” She smiled sadly. “Count your hands, child.” 76. Jaime," she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there's some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. I said so once to your father's face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in thousand years.” 57. Septon Meribald’s Speech 48. Vengeance. Justice. Fire and blood. 89. Do you want to die old and craven in your bed / How else? Though not till I'm done reading. 510. Gorghon of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is...and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time. 211. No fight is hopeless till it has been fought. 7 (+)12. Crows will fight over a dead man's flesh and kill each other for his eyes. We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros. 513. I have worked at the downfall of Tywin Lannister since the day they told me of Elia and her children. 514. Maybe I never saw a camel, but I know a camel's cunt when I smell one. 415. Harrenhal has withered every hand to touch it / Then give it to Lord Frey. 517. Who shall be our king in Balon's place? Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name. Tell me, O Lord beneath the waves, who has the strength to fight the storm on Pyke? 518. Egg? Egg, I dreamed that I was old. 519. The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept. 520. Are you the Sword of the Morning? / No. Men call me Darkstar and I am of the night. 521. Father brought them the gold they asked for, but they hung him anyway / Hanged, Ami. Your father was not a tapestry. 522. You play at being a servant, but in your heart you are a lord’s daughter. You have taken other names, but you wore them as lightly as you might wear a gown. Under them was always Arya. 523. I prefer my history dead. Dead history is written in ink, the living sort in blood. 724. I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool. 525. When I'm king in my own right, I'm going to outlaw beets. 726. Knowledge is a weapon, Jon. Arm yourself well before you ride forth to battle. 527. I see I need a thicker beard to cushion me from my queen's caresses. 528. My brother would have you be content with the cold and dismal north, my niece with even less ... but I shall give you Lannisport. Highgarden. The Arbor. Oldtown. The riverlands and the Reach, the kingswood and the rainwood, Dorne and the marches, the Mountains of the Moon and the Vale of Arryn, Tarth and the Stepstones. I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros. 529. You will return to Lord Gyles and inform him that he does not have my leave to die. 1 (-)30. Dogs and wolves and lions, may the Others take them all. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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