Ib are Neaderthals, The Brindled Men are a cross of Lizardmen and H. Erectus. And the only black people we know descend from Summer Islands. This is what in my opinion is the intelligent species of Men from what ive read from Martin works.
The Last of the Dragonlords (ASOIAF SI)
- Thread starter Jevran
- Start date
Martin is massive troll. He is trolling everybody, not caring about race.
Satar
Xetares, Third Redeemer; World Drinker
- Location
- Sesh
I've always taken the Summer Islands to be the Caribbean.
Chapter 8
Jevran
He-Who-Stalks-The-Forums
- Location
- Somewhere
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Chapter 8
Journal Entry #27,
I ended up persuading Doctor Saemon to come with us in the end. And while some members of my family were not as enthusiastic as I about that little addition (Valaena), I believe this will only help us. The man is an excellent fleshshaper from what he showed me of his work, and his knowledge of the dark continent , he told me that he had actually made several trips to the interior, and its inhabitants will also be invaluable.
Regarding other matters, I am quite concerned about the newly acquired knowledge that the natives of the dark continent are not compatible with normal folk. I can make an educated guess that these brindled men and normal folk are in fact two distinct species that look similar because they belong to the same family, rather like lions and tigers. The other explanations I can conjure up, like sorcerers experiments and the descendants of otherworldly visitors, are too fantastical even for this place.
Regardless of the reason, it will slow down the growth of my new colony quite significantly, and we will have to import slaves and colonists from Gogossos, which is the closest port, if we wish to grow our numbers. This in turn means that a significant part of the wealth we generate will be tied up there.
Also of concern is the knowledge that despite all my preparations and research, there are still things about this new continent that I do not know. Things that might hinder our expedition is a significant fashion.
True, this thing about the brindled men that I overlooked will only hinder us.
What if the next thing I overlook spells our doom?
What if I'm leading my family to their deaths?
That would be an irony to triumph over all ironies. I try to save them from the doom and in the process, get them killed.
I suppose that only time will give the answer to that.
We plan to set sail soon, we really have delayed here for too long, and we shall find out.
Aerion of House Melerys, on the 61st day after leaving the great city of Valyria.
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Seven days after my meeting with the good doctor, we were at sea again.
The Triarch had sent us off in style, with a huge parade complete with elephants escorting us to our ships and cheering crowds lining both sides of the road.
I promised him that our two colonies will be friends and trading partners, and then we set sail.
"We left it a bit long, my lord," Captain Maero said as the two of us stood in the forecastle of the ship, watching the Isle of Tears disappeared behind us and the wind whipping at our hair and clothes. "We will have to sail quickly to avoid the storm season."
"We will just be making a quick stop at Basilisk Point," I assured him, I was holding onto the railing that ran along the forecastle, using it to steady myself against the rocking motion of the ship. By now though, I had my sea legs and was quite comfortable on the ship. "Then we shall sail straight down the coast."
"If the gods are with us, then we shall be able to stay just ahead of the summer storms," Captain Maero gave a brief glance up at the sky that was a deep blue and adorned with only a scattering of fluffy white clouds.
It was almost a stretch to believe that this very same sky will blacken with storm clouds and lash out at us with both lighting and winds strong enough to uproot trees and knock down houses.
The Summer Sea that lay between Essos and Sothoryos was famous for its summer storms. They came up during the later half of the year and could be absolutely devastating. During the storm season, these massive storms would assault the coasts and wreck any ships unlucky enough to be caught in them. They were also the only real danger the ships sailing on the Summer Sea ever faced. The only other real issue for ocean going vessels, pirates, were practically non-existent in the Summer Sea. The Valyrian fleet was massive, and they kept the sea lanes safe and free of any and all riffraff. It was a stark contrast to how these waters will turn out only a hundred years from now.
"Don't fret captain," I assured him. "We will make all speed from now on."
"My lord?" Saerin spoke up from where he was dutifully standing behind me as always. At my nod he continued, "You planned to stop at Basilisk Point for three days. Would this not be too much time spent?"
I looked over at the captain. He looked thoughtful, "We can spare three days, my lord. But no longer."
"Very well then," I nodded firmly as plans firmed in my mind. "Three days at Basilisk Point and then straight south."
"There are no settlements in the point itself, my lord," Captain Maero told me as the ship rocked under a particularly powerful wave. "But there will be fresh water, and good hunting and fishing. We can stock up on both and it will last us for a while."
"Good."
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Sure enough, five days after that conversation we were laying anchor at Basilisk Point.
Basilisk Point was the very tip of a peninsula that extended northwards from the westernmost edge of the northern coast of Sothoryos. Once you passed Basilisk Point, you were looking at the western coast of Sothoryos. On most maps, this coast was marked as an unbroken landmass that extended southwards until it finally ended at the edge of the map. But in reality, no one knew just how far the western coast of the dark continent extended. And most of those maps were just using place-holders for the truly southern bits of Sothoryos.
We Valyrians had the most accurate maps of that continent, and even they were barely accurate, most of the actual mapping having been done by one woman and her dragon. Credit where credit was due though, she did measure the distances and describe the geography pretty accurately.
Despite that little advantage though, once you sailed south from Basilisk Point, you were rolling the dice.
We would truly be in the hands of the gods.
I sighed.
"You look gloomy," Val stepped up to me and poked my shoulder. "What troubles you brother?"
"Just thinking about the future, sister," I smiled at her. "About how we will fare against the dangers of the far south."
"It's still not too late," Valaena raised an eyebrow. "We can turn back and put this madness behind us."
"You know its too late for regrets at this point," I chuckled. "If we turn back now, we'll be going against the writ given us by the Council of Magisters. We will be defying the freehold. Like it or not, this journey must continue."
Valaena grumbled.
I patted her on the back, "Don't fret now. We will make a triumph of this yet!"
Valaena gave me the stink eye and turned to the pretty brown skinned girl who was standing a step behind my left shoulder, "When you write the chronicle, don't include this part in it."
"As you wish, mistress," the girl bowed.
Mirri was a slave I had purchased from Gogossos and tasked with writing a chronicle of our voyage. She was only a year older than Valaena, and was from the Isle of the Butterflies, where the Peaceful People lived. Her people were true pacifists and she herself was extremely intelligent, having been trained as a scribe by her old masters.
Thinking it a waste to let her stay in a place like Gogossos, I had acquired her and promised her freedom and a decent living if she served faithfully.
That promise, along with the non-violent beliefs of her people, made me reasonably sure that we would not be seeing betrayal from her anytime soon.
"You embarrassing yourself in the history books aside, I believe that this particular moment has to be written into the history books," I gestured around us grandly. "The moment when we stood together on the Basilisk Point, ready to sail into the unknown."
Sure enough, we were standing on top of a cliff that formed the very tip of the Basilisk Point peninsula, looking out at the ocean stretching out before us.
"Well then," I finally said and sighed. "There's just one more things left to do, and then we can go on our way."
It was unpleasant, but it had to be done.
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Hours later, as the sun was starting to set, the slaves we had brought with us had finished gathering stones from the nearby countryside and heaping them together to form a makeshift alter at the very cliff where Valaena and I spoke. Then they had lit a half dozen torches and set them atop six feet tall wooden poles that they had arranged around the alter.
Then my soldiers brought forwards a specially selected slave and tied him down to the alter after stuffing a cloth gag in his mouth.
That didn't really stop him from screaming though.
As I stepped up to the alter, his eyes almost popped out of his head and his screams became frantic. Despite being quite securely tied down, he struggled against his binds and wiggled his body.
I did my very best not to look the poor man in the eye and removed a Valyrian steel dagger from my belt. It was a as long as my forearm and had a blade the curved slightly, with only one edge being sharp. The hilt was dragonbone, with beautiful filigrees carved all along the handle, with the grip itself wrapped in soft leather.
It was a very special kind of knife, used for a very special purpose.
I didn't want to do this, but I wanted to maintain the loyalty of my men, and they were quite superstitious despite most of them being Valyrian, and the ones that were not were traditionalist.
This had to be done.
I raised the knife above my head and turned so that I faced directly north, in the direction of the Fourteen Flames, the mountains of fire the my people worshiped.
Beneath me, the slave's struggles became truly frantic and his screams became hysterical.
I drowned out his wailing by intoning an age old prayer to the gods of the freehold.
Then I brought the knife down.
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Chapter 8
Journal Entry #27,
I ended up persuading Doctor Saemon to come with us in the end. And while some members of my family were not as enthusiastic as I about that little addition (Valaena), I believe this will only help us. The man is an excellent fleshshaper from what he showed me of his work, and his knowledge of the dark continent , he told me that he had actually made several trips to the interior, and its inhabitants will also be invaluable.
Regarding other matters, I am quite concerned about the newly acquired knowledge that the natives of the dark continent are not compatible with normal folk. I can make an educated guess that these brindled men and normal folk are in fact two distinct species that look similar because they belong to the same family, rather like lions and tigers. The other explanations I can conjure up, like sorcerers experiments and the descendants of otherworldly visitors, are too fantastical even for this place.
Regardless of the reason, it will slow down the growth of my new colony quite significantly, and we will have to import slaves and colonists from Gogossos, which is the closest port, if we wish to grow our numbers. This in turn means that a significant part of the wealth we generate will be tied up there.
Also of concern is the knowledge that despite all my preparations and research, there are still things about this new continent that I do not know. Things that might hinder our expedition is a significant fashion.
True, this thing about the brindled men that I overlooked will only hinder us.
What if the next thing I overlook spells our doom?
What if I'm leading my family to their deaths?
That would be an irony to triumph over all ironies. I try to save them from the doom and in the process, get them killed.
I suppose that only time will give the answer to that.
We plan to set sail soon, we really have delayed here for too long, and we shall find out.
Aerion of House Melerys, on the 61st day after leaving the great city of Valyria.
-+-
Seven days after my meeting with the good doctor, we were at sea again.
The Triarch had sent us off in style, with a huge parade complete with elephants escorting us to our ships and cheering crowds lining both sides of the road.
I promised him that our two colonies will be friends and trading partners, and then we set sail.
"We left it a bit long, my lord," Captain Maero said as the two of us stood in the forecastle of the ship, watching the Isle of Tears disappeared behind us and the wind whipping at our hair and clothes. "We will have to sail quickly to avoid the storm season."
"We will just be making a quick stop at Basilisk Point," I assured him, I was holding onto the railing that ran along the forecastle, using it to steady myself against the rocking motion of the ship. By now though, I had my sea legs and was quite comfortable on the ship. "Then we shall sail straight down the coast."
"If the gods are with us, then we shall be able to stay just ahead of the summer storms," Captain Maero gave a brief glance up at the sky that was a deep blue and adorned with only a scattering of fluffy white clouds.
It was almost a stretch to believe that this very same sky will blacken with storm clouds and lash out at us with both lighting and winds strong enough to uproot trees and knock down houses.
The Summer Sea that lay between Essos and Sothoryos was famous for its summer storms. They came up during the later half of the year and could be absolutely devastating. During the storm season, these massive storms would assault the coasts and wreck any ships unlucky enough to be caught in them. They were also the only real danger the ships sailing on the Summer Sea ever faced. The only other real issue for ocean going vessels, pirates, were practically non-existent in the Summer Sea. The Valyrian fleet was massive, and they kept the sea lanes safe and free of any and all riffraff. It was a stark contrast to how these waters will turn out only a hundred years from now.
"Don't fret captain," I assured him. "We will make all speed from now on."
"My lord?" Saerin spoke up from where he was dutifully standing behind me as always. At my nod he continued, "You planned to stop at Basilisk Point for three days. Would this not be too much time spent?"
I looked over at the captain. He looked thoughtful, "We can spare three days, my lord. But no longer."
"Very well then," I nodded firmly as plans firmed in my mind. "Three days at Basilisk Point and then straight south."
"There are no settlements in the point itself, my lord," Captain Maero told me as the ship rocked under a particularly powerful wave. "But there will be fresh water, and good hunting and fishing. We can stock up on both and it will last us for a while."
"Good."
-+-
Sure enough, five days after that conversation we were laying anchor at Basilisk Point.
Basilisk Point was the very tip of a peninsula that extended northwards from the westernmost edge of the northern coast of Sothoryos. Once you passed Basilisk Point, you were looking at the western coast of Sothoryos. On most maps, this coast was marked as an unbroken landmass that extended southwards until it finally ended at the edge of the map. But in reality, no one knew just how far the western coast of the dark continent extended. And most of those maps were just using place-holders for the truly southern bits of Sothoryos.
We Valyrians had the most accurate maps of that continent, and even they were barely accurate, most of the actual mapping having been done by one woman and her dragon. Credit where credit was due though, she did measure the distances and describe the geography pretty accurately.
Despite that little advantage though, once you sailed south from Basilisk Point, you were rolling the dice.
We would truly be in the hands of the gods.
I sighed.
"You look gloomy," Val stepped up to me and poked my shoulder. "What troubles you brother?"
"Just thinking about the future, sister," I smiled at her. "About how we will fare against the dangers of the far south."
"It's still not too late," Valaena raised an eyebrow. "We can turn back and put this madness behind us."
"You know its too late for regrets at this point," I chuckled. "If we turn back now, we'll be going against the writ given us by the Council of Magisters. We will be defying the freehold. Like it or not, this journey must continue."
Valaena grumbled.
I patted her on the back, "Don't fret now. We will make a triumph of this yet!"
Valaena gave me the stink eye and turned to the pretty brown skinned girl who was standing a step behind my left shoulder, "When you write the chronicle, don't include this part in it."
"As you wish, mistress," the girl bowed.
Mirri was a slave I had purchased from Gogossos and tasked with writing a chronicle of our voyage. She was only a year older than Valaena, and was from the Isle of the Butterflies, where the Peaceful People lived. Her people were true pacifists and she herself was extremely intelligent, having been trained as a scribe by her old masters.
Thinking it a waste to let her stay in a place like Gogossos, I had acquired her and promised her freedom and a decent living if she served faithfully.
That promise, along with the non-violent beliefs of her people, made me reasonably sure that we would not be seeing betrayal from her anytime soon.
"You embarrassing yourself in the history books aside, I believe that this particular moment has to be written into the history books," I gestured around us grandly. "The moment when we stood together on the Basilisk Point, ready to sail into the unknown."
Sure enough, we were standing on top of a cliff that formed the very tip of the Basilisk Point peninsula, looking out at the ocean stretching out before us.
"Well then," I finally said and sighed. "There's just one more things left to do, and then we can go on our way."
It was unpleasant, but it had to be done.
-+-
Hours later, as the sun was starting to set, the slaves we had brought with us had finished gathering stones from the nearby countryside and heaping them together to form a makeshift alter at the very cliff where Valaena and I spoke. Then they had lit a half dozen torches and set them atop six feet tall wooden poles that they had arranged around the alter.
Then my soldiers brought forwards a specially selected slave and tied him down to the alter after stuffing a cloth gag in his mouth.
That didn't really stop him from screaming though.
As I stepped up to the alter, his eyes almost popped out of his head and his screams became frantic. Despite being quite securely tied down, he struggled against his binds and wiggled his body.
I did my very best not to look the poor man in the eye and removed a Valyrian steel dagger from my belt. It was a as long as my forearm and had a blade the curved slightly, with only one edge being sharp. The hilt was dragonbone, with beautiful filigrees carved all along the handle, with the grip itself wrapped in soft leather.
It was a very special kind of knife, used for a very special purpose.
I didn't want to do this, but I wanted to maintain the loyalty of my men, and they were quite superstitious despite most of them being Valyrian, and the ones that were not were traditionalist.
This had to be done.
I raised the knife above my head and turned so that I faced directly north, in the direction of the Fourteen Flames, the mountains of fire the my people worshiped.
Beneath me, the slave's struggles became truly frantic and his screams became hysterical.
I drowned out his wailing by intoning an age old prayer to the gods of the freehold.
Then I brought the knife down.
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- Pronouns
- They/Them
*laughs in Elder God*
Lions and Tigers can actually interbreed, so probably not the best example...
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Yes, they can, but their offspring is infertile.
LichKing
Lord of the Scourge
- Location
- Icecrown Citadel
Great Story and I hope it will continue. For the native inhabitants of Sothoryos are there going to be people like the Lizardmen or the Eyeless-cave-dwellers and or other creatures that they will interact with other than the Brindled-men? Maybe you could make other kinds of animals more dangerous than what GRRM has already made.
I want to see an army of dinosaurs being controlled by the MC.
I want to see an army of dinosaurs being controlled by the MC.
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The story and the writing is clearly impressive i am waiting for next update
- Location
- Brazil
I'm ready to see the Lizardman from warhammer II in this fic, with Dinos and all.
I would prefer lizardgirls and snakegirls from "Monster musume" anime.No more Problem with getting babies.
Tasoli
Life is for Living
- Location
- Behind the Keyboard.
You know Planetos is actually pretty eldrich when you come down to it. It is just humans seem to carve up a clean are and seem to forgottten all about it.
This story looks pretty interesting since it looks like it is going to explore that aspect of the settting.
This story looks pretty interesting since it looks like it is going to explore that aspect of the settting.
Like our Earth in Lovercraft mythology. strange creatures wait for right hour, and people think,that they rule World.