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Planetos

Darkness. That was all that could be seen for miles on end. A booming laughter sounded through the air as a face appeared in the dark cloud.

Jaime Lannister sank to his knees, tears in his eyes as all he could do was watch in despair as the cloud rolled over Westeros.

“Now, the doom of worlds begins.” The Great Other chuckled as it smothered Westeros, Essos, Sorthoryos, Ulthos and all of the planet and entire universe in darkness.

Then, there was nothing.

“No!” a disembodied voice shouted. “This cannot be! This world was not fated to end like this!”

A time symbol manifested in the air.

“Planetos was made with mighty hands and a blessing rests upon those lands. The glorious lands of Westeros and Essos!”

The symbol began to rotate counter-clockwise as the voice chanted.

“Once this world is restored, I must find champions to defend it and face the Long Night. But who?”

Hundreds of projections appeared in the air as the unseen entity gazed at them.

“The Avengers? Powerful, but no thank you.” He waved it off.

“The Justice League of Earth-21? Also powerful but again, not welcome.”

The entity stopped. “John Rambo? That’s actually tempting, but he will kill everyone in Westeros and we don’t need that now.”

“Dean Winchester? Hell no!”

This went on for nearly five minutes until the entity finally paused.

“Ah!” it said at last. “I know exactly who to bring into the fold. They are the strongest there is in any universe. Especially ‘him’.”

The clock began glowing. “It is almost done. Time to bring them.”

On many worlds, reality itself was torn apart.

Earth-2219

Sekiro had just finished battling and killing the Guardian Ape when the sky itself ripped open.

“What the hell is this?” he wondered in Japanese, getting into a fighting stance with his katana at the ready.

The tear in reality grew bigger as Sekiro felt himself being lifted from the ground and flung upwards, despite his best efforts to fight it.

Sekiro vanished through the portal as the tear began closing.

Earth-2015

Lady Maria looked around the dead cursed city of Yharnam, sensing a great evil nearby. Carefully, she drew a pistol from behind her cloak, tipping her hat down slightly. She waited, but this evil never came.

CRACK!

The sky itself seemed to rip open and a great light flooded the darkened landscape. Maria’s jaw dropped in pure astonishment.

“What is this?” she wondered. But she had no time to react as it as it seemed to pull her towards the sky. She was flung up and vanished through the tear in the sky.

Drenath

“I should have brought an ice pack.”

Druss the Legend grumbled to himself as he marched down a forest road, heading towards the legendary fortress of Dros Delnoch.

Despite being 60 years old, he was ready to help an old friend defend the legendary fortress against the massive horde of invaders from the northern steppes, known as the Nadir.

“One last time…one last bloody day…before the sun sets.”

At that moment, it seemed as if the sky itself was ripped open and Druss looked up, his eyes narrowing.

“What in the Seven Hells?” he growled, unsheathing his silver battle-ax Snaga. Before he could respond, it seemed as if the earth itself had flung him upwards towards the sky.

He vanished into the sky and the tear closed itself.

Rigant

Bane the Bastard, also known as the Midnight Falcon, the son of an undefeated warrior-king; Connovar, the Sword in the Storm, was riding back to the lands of the Rigante, when the sky ripped open.

“If this is one of the Morrigu’s tricks, it’s not funny.” Bane growled, drawing his sword.

But that was the last thing he did as he was flung upwards towards the sky which closed behind him.

Runeterra

Vi and Caitlyn had just been released by Ekko and were making their way back to Piltover. Vi’s head was lowered in thought. She needed to save her sister, Jinx…no, Powder.

Ekko was wrong. She could be saved.

CRACK!

Vi was dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of the sky tearing open.

“What the…” she trailed off.

“Is this one of Silco’s experiments?” Caitlyn Kiramman wondered as she stared in horror.

“I don’t think so.” Ekko muttered, equally horrified. Vi stared up with wide eyes as she felt something push her upwards.

“VI!” Caitlyn screamed as she tried to grab Vi’s hand but it was too late and she went flying into the tear in the sky which closed.

Earth-23120

Bryce Quinlan looked around as she watched her best friend Danika Fendyr walk away. Nearby, Juniper and Fury Axtar were talking.

“Bryce.”

Her heart fluttered as she turned to see her crush, the tall Hunt Athalar walk up to her. Nearby, Trevor Flynn was on his phone.

“Something’s coming.” Fury froze, looking up. To everyone on the ground, it seemed as if the ground itself had been ripped in two as a bright light flooded.

“Is this the work of the Asteri?” Bryce wondered.

Hunt shook his head. “Not that I am aware of.”

It seemed as if gravity itself had failed and Bryce found herself being swept into the air and flung through the rip in reality.

“AH!” Bryce screamed as she was flung through the tear in space.

Navaath

At the Basgiath War College in the country of Navarre, two people walked side-by-side down a stone pathway.

One was Ridoc Gamlyn, a Second-Year Dragon Rider. His long coat flowed behind him as he kept his hands in his pockets.

The other was Rhiannon Matthias, another Second-Year Dragon Rider. Her dark hair was tied into dreadlocks as her ebony skin glinted in the sunlight.

The two were talking about the latest events at the War College, when the sky split asunder.

“What in God’s name?!” Rhiannon’s eyes bulged as she stared in pure horror.

“Well ain’t this a crack!” Ridoc joked, causing the woman to glare at him. Before she could respond, the light glowed brightly, pulling both of them upwards until they vanished into the sky which closed, leaving no trace that they were ever there.

Toril, Faerun, Neverwinter

Edgin Darvis was riding alongside Holga Kilgore as they left Castle Never in the city-state of Neverwinter, after failing to bring his daughter Kira away from Forge Fitzwilliam.

As they were discussing plans to rescue Kira, the sky split open, a bright golden light flooding the land.

“What the hell?” Holga’s jaw dropped as Edgin stared with wide eyes.

Almost as if by magic, Edgin felt himself being pulled off his horse, his flute still strapped to him, as he was flung upwards towards the portal.

“ED!” Holga screamed in horror, but that was all she could do as Edgin vanished into the portal and the sky closed as if it had never happened.

Edgin felt himself free-falling through empty Space. As he fell through the blackness, he saw several projections appear-

A pirate with dreadlocks talking to an octopus man aboard a ship in the middle of a storm.

A blue creature ran faster than anything he had ever seen.

A man wearing a police uniform charged down a hallway to fight some people with machetes.

A bearded man held up a golden Warhammer in one hand while he held a severed head in the other.

A bearded wizard he recognized as Elminster Aumar.

A young girl hurled a dagger towards a king sitting on his throne.

A man wearing yellow fought a man wearing a blue uniform who created a dagger made out of ice and lunged at him.

Two men wearing suits and shades fought each other while flying.

Edgin fell into a portal and lost consciousness as the portal closed.

Elsewhere

Somewhere in Space, the cosmic Dragon Aurelion Sol watched what was happening with amusement.

“Well, this should be interesting.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, King’s Landing

“Ow, my head.” Vi groaned. The last thing she remembered was getting pulled into the sky before she blacked out.

The sound of people talking drew her attention. Her vision swam before she sat up, looking around wearily.

She was sitting in the middle of a stone carved street, various people whispering and pointing at her. She frowned.

‘When did those Pilties get fancy clothes?’ she wondered, looking around. The buildings looked nothing like those in Piltover or the Undercity…they looked more like the ones from Demacia that she had seen in picture books when she was a child.

The sound of clanging boots drew her attention and she looked to see armed guards in gold-plated armor standing there.

“Who are you and what are you doing lying in the middle of the street?” the leading man, a man with a greyish beard approaching his late forties demanded.

Vi raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell are you?”

He straightened up. “I am Ser Meryn Trant of the Kingsguard, loyal to King Joffrey Baratheon of the House Baratheon!”

If anything, Vi looked even more confused.

“Who’s Joffrey Baratheon? Is this Demacia?” she looked around.

Meryn raised an eyebrow at her. What was this strange woman talking about? Demacia? Was that a town in the North? And who didn’t know who Joffrey Baratheon was? Even crazy people knew who he was.

Meryn shrugged his shoulders. “You’re coming with us.” He reached to grab Vi’s arm

THWACK!

He reeled back as she threw a wild uppercut that smashed into his nose, making him reel back.

Meryn placed a hand on his nose and felt the warm blood soak through his gloved hand. He glared at Vi who looked like a deer in headlights.

“You whore!” he shouted, drawing his sword. Vi narrowed her eyes and raised her fists. The first guard attacked and she avoided his blade, slamming her elbow into the side of his head and dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

“Call the City Watch!” Meryn ordered. Vi deflected another sword strike and grabbed him, throwing him into a pillar. She jumped back as the tip of another sword sliced through her shirt, drawing blood.

“Okay, now you’re pissing me off.” She growled, throwing a barrage of punches that knocked two guards down. From across the street, nearly two dozen men of the City Watch poured in, preparing to jump her.

Vi punched and kicked, knocking and throwing guards down left and right. As Meryn tried to strike, Vi caught the strike and smirked.

She threw a wild hit that collided with Meryn’s cheek, knocking him down as he groaned.

More of the City Watch came to attack as one jumped on her back but she leapt, slamming both of them down.

Elbowing him in the face, Vi climbed up just in time to avoid another strike. Two more jumped her from behind but she managed to throw them off as well, throwing wild strikes.

SMASH!

The pommel of a spear collided with Vi’s head, sending her to the ground.

“Take her to the dungeons.” She heard Meryn order. And that was the last thing she heard before a boot came crashing down on her face.

The North, same time

Bane the Bastard also known as the Midnight Falcon looked around at the cold, frozen landscape. Slowly, he climbed to the knees, his hawkish eyes watching the area.

“Did I end up in the Mountains north?” he wondered as he looked around.

“You look lost, laddie.” An old, gruff voice said from behind. Bane unsheathed his blade and spun to see an old man wearing a bear-skin jerkin standing there, an ax in his hand.

Bane’s eyes widened slightly. This man was huge, even taller than his old gladiator friend Rage. Hells, he must have been at least 7 feet tall.

His long hair and beard were all grey at this point, but he looked no less dangerous than he would have as a youngster.

“Who are you?” he asked.

The man smiled and drew himself up. “I am Druss, laddie, of Drenan.”

“Never heard of you.”

Druss’ smile faded slightly. “Never? Where are you from, boy?”

“The lands of the Rigante.” Bane said.

Druss frowned. “Where is that? Naashan? Lentria? Matapesh? Or maybe north, beyond the Nadir Steppes? Chiatze? Kiatze? Kydor?”

Now it was Bane’s turn to look bewildered. “Where the hell are those places? Is Lentria another name of the City of Stone?”

“City of Stone?” Druss asked. “I don’t know of any nation with a city called that, and trust me laddie, I’ve been far and wide.”

Bane stared at him, utterly confused. “I have no idea what is going on, but I feel this might be one of the Morrigu’s tricks.”

“Morrigu? Who or what is that?”

“An ancient spirit of the forest, that dwells in the lands of the Rigante, where I’m from.” Bane said.

“Hmm, this is odd.” Druss hummed, feeling tired. It was bad enough the Nadir were invading Drenan, but now this? Really?

Bane’s eyes widened slightly and he groaned. “I think…I think we might be in a different world.”

Druss looked at him and his eyes widened as well.

“Heh, this might not be my first time dealing with other worlds.”

Bane looked at him. “The Morrigu has mentioned other worlds before.”

Druss looked around. “Well clearly considering that we’ve never heard of each other’s lands before, this makes sense.”

Bane looked mad. “Now what are we supposed to do?!”

Druss looked around. “Perhaps they may be a town nearby where we can find food and rest and ask where we are.”

Bane gazed at him wearily. “I don’t trust you, but we have no other choice.”

Druss locked eyes with him and look in them made even Bane take an involuntary step backwards.

“Feelings mutual boy.”

King’s Landing

Vi groaned, looking around her prison cell. The room was dark, with only a small candle providing any sort of light, alongside the small daylight flooding through the ceiling.

“I just got out of prison, can’t believe I’m back in one.” She grumbled.

“First time?” a cocky voice asked.

Vi whipped around to see a man in his late thirties or early forties sitting in the cell opposite her. He wore grey leggings with boots, an old grey shirt and a grey coat. He just looked tired, but slightly amused.

“No, not my first time.” She replied.

“Well, not mine either,” the stranger said, stretching his legs as he stood up. “Name’s Edgin Darvis.”

“Vi.” She said shortly.

“Did you also get arrested by these City Watch people?” he asked, leaning his hands against the iron bars of his cell.

“Yep, broke this guys nose when he tried to arrest me,” she chuckled. “I would have fought them off, but there were too many.”

“Ah yeah, I just dropped in the middle of the city square,” Edgin shook his head in amusement. “People thought I was some kind of wizard and arrested me.”

Vi’s head snapped up. “You also saw a golden light that pulled you into the sky?”

Edgin looked at her shocked. “Yeah, I was riding with a good friend of mine, Holga, when the sky tore open and just pulled me into it. Then I ended up here.”

Vi’s eyes widened. What was going on?

“Do you know where we are?” she asked.

“All I heard was people call this place King’s Landing, though I’ve never heard of such a place in Faerun,” he said. “Maybe in those Shining Lands in the southeast, or maybe it’s a city in Maztica.”

Now it was Vi’s turn to be even more confused than she already was. Faerun? Shining Lands? Maztica?

“Are these other names for Demacia or Noxus or Ionia?” she tested the waters.

“Not that I’m aware of, no,” he frowned. “I’ve never heard of those places before.”

His face fell. “Oh don’t tell me we’re in another world…”

“Another world?” Vi asked, confused and intrigued.

Edgin began explaining. “Where I’m from, a century ago there was this era called the Time of Troubles, where all the Gods we worship fell to Toril, which is the world I live in. After nearly three decades, where many of them died, one goddess Mystra was killed by the Gods Cyric and Shar.”

Vi listened to the story with morbid fascination, her hands gripping the bars.

“Her death triggered something called the Spellplague. Blue fire consumed and destroyed entire nations,” Edgin shivered at the thought. “There was a twin world called Abeir, which changed some nations with us, like the entire continent of Laerakond from Abeir ended up on Toril. Some nations such as Chondath were wiped out completely. And other nations from Abeir, such as Tymanther and Akanul ended up on Toril. This went on for an entire century until both worlds were pulled apart once more.”

By the end, Vi’s eyes were wide to the size of saucers.

“My God…” she whispered. This was beyond anything she had ever heard. A small part of thought this was bullshit that he was making up.

‘Not even Silco could have crafted a lie this thorough…’ she thought.

“I’ve never heard of anything like that,” she admitted. “But considering the things I’ve seen and the fact that we both got pulled into the sky…I believe you.”

Edgin nodded. “Now about getting out of here…”

“I tried pulling the bars apart,” she shook her head. “It won’t work.”

“If only Simon or Holga were here.” He muttered.

“Who?”

“Old friends, don’t worry about it.” Edgin waved her off.

Vi banged her head against the bars.

“Fuck.”

Beyond The Wall

“Ridoc, get off me.” Rhiannon snapped, pushing the man off her.

He groaned and rolled over, his dark hair mattered with snow.

“Gods, why is it so cold?” he shivered slightly, climbing to his feet.

“Better question, where are we?” Rhiannon wondered as she got up, cleaning snow from her dreadlocks.

“I don’t think we’re anywhere near Basgiath.” Ridoc muttered, looking around. Snow. That’s all there was, as far as the eye could see.

Trees, mountains, cliffs, all were just covered in snow.

“It’s summer back in Navarre.” Rhiannon commented.

“What, did we teleport to another continent?” Ridoc asked.

“Or…” Rhiannon pondered, looking down.

“Or?” he pressed.

“Or we’re in another world.” She admitted.

Ridoc’s eyes bulged. “What?! You mean those stories our parents told us as children are real?!”

“Seems like it,” Rhiannon said. “There really isn’t any other explanation for why we were pulled into the sky.”

“Great,” Ridoc threw his hands up. “And we don’t even have our Dragons with us.”

“It’s just us.” Rhiannon said grimly.

Before Ridoc could say something he heard a faint whistling sound. Faster than anyone could blink, his hand flew up and caught an arrow inches from his face.

“Well that’s not very nice.” He commented.

Rhiannon gazed past him grimly to see a young man wearing a black fur cloak staring at him. Next to him were nearly a dozen men all aiming bows.

Ridoc turned as well and balled his fists. He carried no weapon, but he would fight.

“Well shit.” Rhiannon sighed.

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Dragonstone

Bryce Quinlan groaned as she slowly woke up, her head pounding as if a thousand blacksmiths were striking the inside of her skull with hammers.

“What…where am I?” she asked, opening her eyes. She instantly frowned. This wasn’t Crescent City…it was some dark castle.

“Ah, you’re finally awake.” A strange accented voice said from somewhere behind her.

Bryce spun around to see a strangely garbed woman leaning against a wall, playing with some sort of elongated pistol. She wore a black leather coat, knee-high boots and a hat that obscured most of her face, though Bryce could see the long silver hair flowing behind her.

“Who are you?” she asked aggressively as she staggered up. The other woman lifted her head and shot Bryce a look that told her she was neither amused nor impressed.

“The name is Maria,” she revealed. “And like you, I am also not of this world.”

“Not of this world?” Bryce asked in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember? You were probably also pulled into the sky.” Maria deadpanned.

Bryce’s eyes widened. Now she remembered. That’s what happened?

“Ah yes, that happened to you too.” Maria guessed.

“Do you know where we are?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I have been to another world before, but it was not this one as far as I know.”

“You’ve been to another world?” Bryce tilted her head in curiosity. Other worlds existed where she was from, hell the Vanir were from another world completely separate from hers.

“Yes, in a place called the Broken Lands, many years ago,” Maria said. “I met and fought a demigod named Malenia, the Blade of Miquella.”

Bryce simply nodded along, still too stunned to speak.

“However, I know that we’re in a castle.” Maria said, standing up and stretching her shoulders.

Before she could say more, the doors burst open and a dozen armed guards moved in.

“Oh shit!” Bryce’s eyes widened as a spark of fire flicked in her hand, but Maria gripped her shoulder.

“Not now.” She hissed, choosing to drop her pistols to the ground and raise her hands. Reluctantly, Bryce followed her.

Westerosi Wilderness

Sekiro looked around in confusion. The last thing he remembered was killing the Guardian Ape and then being pulled into the sky where he woke up in this strange landscape.

“Baka.” He muttered the Japanese word for stupid. How could this have happened?

Sekiro sat down and crossed his legs. His eyes fluttered as he tried to sense where he was, but to his horror, he found nothing.

“Oh no…” he trailed off, opening his eyes and looking around. If he wasn’t in Japan, then where was he?

What?

His ears perked up, hearing a faint whistling sound. A flash of steel flew up and Sekiro sliced an arrow out the air.

He turned with a look of annoyance.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” he asked in Japanese. There were several bandits garbed in grey who were now staring at him in horror.

One foolishly drew his sword and charged. Without even looking, Sekiro brandished his katana and sliced his throat, blood spewing in the air.

The second faltered slightly but before he could react, Sekiro had already slashed his throat.

“Anyone else?” he asked. Being smart, the remaining bandits turned heel and ran as fast as their legs could carry them.

Sekiro chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

“Gaijin are always so amusing.”

Dragonstone, same time

Bryce and Maria were marched into a throne room, with the sea visible outside. Standing by a throne were two people.

One was a red-haired woman wearing red robes and she had a look in her eyes that made even Maria falter slightly.

The other was a man, clearly approaching his forties, with hair that was already turning grey.

Now he had the look of a seasoned warrior, Maria thought to herself.

He turned to face the two women with an unreadable look his eyes.

“Now, I hear you somehow found a way into my castle.” He spoke calmly.

“Found is a bit of an exaggeration, I woke up here.” Bryce quipped. Maria groaned and the man narrowed his eyes.

“Do you think this is funny?”

“No, so she doesn’t,” Maria interrupted before Bryce could dig the hole they were in even further. “My name is Maria. My companion here is…well…you never actually told me your name.”

“Bryce Quinlan.” The red-haired woman said.

“Bryce Quinlan,” Maria continued. “And we are not from this world.”

The man raised an eyebrow in a mixture of confusion and amusement.

The woman locked eyes with Maria and her eyes widened.

“You are from Yharnam!” she said in horror.

Maria stared in shock. “How do you know about that accursed place?!”

The woman steeled herself and said. “I have seen into other worlds and I saw Yharnam. I saw…them.”

She actually looked terrified when she said that.

The man turned to her. “Melisandre, what is Yharnam?”

“A dead city,” the woman called Melisandre replied. “I observed it many years ago…and all the unnamed horrors that dwell within those walls and gates.”

Maria shivered. She too had witnessed some of the monstrosities that infested the lands surrounding Yharnam.

“So they are indeed from other worlds?” the man checked.

“Yes, they are, Stannis,” Melisandre said. “Though I do not know what they are doing here.”

“We were in our respective worlds when the sky broke open in a burst of golden light and pulled us into the sky,” Maria explained. “Then we found ourselves here.”

“Golden light in the sky?” Melisandre asked with wide eyes.

“Yes.” Bryce confirmed.

“R'hllor be praised!” she broke into worship. “The Lord of Light is indeed great!”

“Is…she okay?” Bryce asked, weirded out.

“She’s like that sometimes.” Stannis waved her off.

Melisandre stopped her worship and turned to face them.

“The Lord of Light himself must have brought you two here to aid us in our battle against the Great Other.”

“The who now?” Bryce asked.

“The Lord of Darkness,” she explained. “He Who Created The Long Night. The ancient enemy of my deity, R’hllor, the Lord of Light.”

Bryce and Maria traded looks.

“Oh boy!” the former said in shock.

“Not this shit again.” The latter groaned.

Stannis looked at them, his interest piqued.

“I feel they will be needed to defeat the Great Other in the Final Days.” Melisandre said ominously.

Wilderness, same time

Sekiro looked around at the slew of bodies around him, including that of a giant man. The Mountain, he had said his name was. He wasn’t dead, but there was a lot of blood on his face and his nose was twisted at a strange angle.

Earlier

“Get over here, you freak!” Gregor ‘The Mountain’ Clegane snarled as he drew his greatsword and marched towards Sekiro.

The shorter man stared up at Gregor with a look of annoyance and indifference. As Gregor raised his sword to cleave him in half-

BAM!

Gregor stumbled back, clutching broken nose as blood poured across his hands. Stumbling a few steps back, Gregor began falling…

And hit the ground with a powerful thud, making even Sekiro wince. Gregor lay there, unconscious.

Now

“Can’t seem to not run into trouble.” Sekiro mused to himself as he continued travelling.

King’s Landing

“How long do you think its been?” Vi asked Edgin from the opposite cell.

“Hells if I know,” he shrugged. “Can’t have been more than a day at least.”

Vi groaned in frustration. She needed to get out of this cell and somehow find a way back to her world so she could find Powder.

“I’m working on a plan, don’t worry.” He assured her.

Right at that moment, the doors opened and two guards entered. They parted and a tiny man with golden hair entered the room.

Vi and Edgin both got up and stared at the newcomer. Edgin in particular was shocked.

“I didn’t know this world had Dwarves too.” He muttered.

The little man looked between the two.

“Well, what a fine predicament you’ve gotten yourselves into.”

“It’s a talent.” Vi shrugged with a small smirk.

“A talent that seems to land you in prison.” He countered.

“Touché.” Vi chuckled.

“Who exactly are you?” Edgin asked.

The man turned to him with a hint of surprise.

“You have never heard of me before?” he asked. “I am Tyrion Lannister, son of Lord Tywin Lannister of the House Lannister.”

“The who now?” Vi frowned, feigning confusion.

Tyrion looked at her. “Perhaps you have heard of my brother, Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer.”

“Nope.” Both Vi and Edgin said simultaneously.

“What about my father, Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock?”

“Nope.”

Tyrion frowned. “Then you must have heard of my sister, Cersei Lannister, Queen of Westeros.”

“Again, no.” Edgin repeated.

Tyrion looked flabbergasted. “You mean to tell me you have never heard of House Lannister?”

“No we haven’t little man,” Vi shook her head. “We’re not exactly from around here.”

“Are you from Essos, perhaps?” he questioned.

“I don’t even know what that is.” Edgin admitted.

Now Tyrion was really confused.

“Well then, where are you from?”

“I’m from a world called Toril, more specifically a continent called Faerun, in a place called the Sword Coast.” Edgin explained simply.

“And I’m from a world called Runeterra, specifically from a place called the Undercity.”

Tyrion looked between the two of them, absolutely bewildered. Other worlds? Toril? Faerun? Runeterra?

He scanned the two of them, looking for any signs of deceit, but to his surprise, he found none that he could observe.

“Please excuse me for a moment.” He said politely, turning to walk away.

“My Lord,” one of the guards said to him. “I have word that the Queen wishes to speak to the prisoners.”

“About what?” Tyrion stopped and turned.

“About what they are doing, and how they just appeared out of nowhere in a flash of light.” The guard explained.

Tyrion’s eyes widened slightly. If Cersei was able to manipulate them to her own cause, who knew what irrevocable damage could be caused. No, he had to get them on his side.

“Have the prisoners released and brought to my quarters,” he ordered. “Do not speak to the Queen of this.”

“But…” the guard was about to speak but was interrupted.

“For the good of the Realm, this is important,” Tyrion raised his hand. “And besides, if you value your life, you will do as I command.”

The guard nodded stiffly.

“Good. As I said, have them released and brought to my quarters. We have important things to discuss.”

Nearby, Vi and Edgin shared looks of confusion as their doors were unlocked.

“We’re free to go?” Vi asked in confusion.

“Lord Tyrion wishes to speak to you in person in his quarters.” The guard said.

“Well shit, this is the second time I’m out of prison,” Edgin quipped. “At least I didn’t have to tackle that bird guy out of a 20 meter tower.”

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Planetos, the North

Druss and Bane were trudging through the thick snow, the latter’s ponytail waving in the air.

“This is worse than the winters in my lands.” He grumbled.

Druss let out a low chuckle. “Laddie, wait until you experience winters on the Nadir Steppes. That’s cold enough to freeze a man’s balls.”

Bane simply shook his head in amusement as the two continued walking. His eyes were soon drawn to the mighty silver ax hanging from Druss’ belt.

“Nice weapon.” He said simply.

Druss looked down and smiled. “Ah, Snaga. In my land it means ‘The Sender’.”

“It looks…demonic.” Bane said, feeling a slight chill go down his spine and it wasn’t from the cold.

“It was enchanted by a witch who fused it with a Demon,” Druss explained. “This weapon was once wielded by a legendary battle-king named Caras the Axeman during the Second Vargrian War before a thousand years later it was found by my grandfather…”

He trailed off, his eyes looking pained and sorrowful. Bane looked at him and stopped, realizing this was a sensitive topic for him.

Druss suddenly stopped and looked around, his eyes narrowing.

“What is it?” Bane asked as he drew his sword from the scabbard.

“Fire,” Druss said. “Don’t you smell it?”

“I just smell ice.” The younger man shook his head.

Druss swung around and pointed to the distance, where even through the mighty blizzard, both men could see black smoke rising in the distance.

“Think we should investigate?” Bane asked, his eyes locked on the smoke.

“Could be bad.” Druss said, beginning to march towards it.

“Oh what the hells!” Bane threw his head back and began following the older man.

King’s Landing

Vi and Edgin were marched up a flight of stairs as they looked around.

“Where are we going?” Edgin asked one of the guards.

“Shut up and move!” he snapped, forcing Edgin to keep walking. Vi looked around, calculating as they finally neared a large wooden door.

One of the guards opened it and pushed the two inside. Edgin stumbled but Vi caught him by the jacket.

“Thanks.” He nodded and she smiled.

“That will be all,” Tyrion said from inside. “You may leave.”

The guards bowed and turned, closing the door behind them.

“Please, my friends, have a seat.” Tyrion offered, gesturing to a pair of chairs in front of the desk.

Vi looked around, seeing the curtains billowing in the wind.

“Quite nice, isn’t it?” he asked on noticing Vi looking around.

“It has its charms.” She shrugged, sitting down as Edgin followed her.

“Would either of you like some wine?” he offered.

“Yeah, I’ll take some.” Edgin replied.

Tyrion pulled out a crystal bottle of blood red wine from under the desk and poured it into a trio of crystal goblets.

“I haven’t had wine in two years.” Edgin commented as he picked up one of the goblets.

“Seriously?” Vi asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I was in prison for two years.” He shrugged.

“I was in prison for seven years.” She said bluntly, almost making Edgin spit out his wine. Tyrion lowered his goblet and stared at her.

“You’re joking, right?” Edgin asked.

“Not at all.” She replied bitterly.

“Well, that is quite a sad tale that will have to be left for another time,” Tyrion spoke up. “I didn’t have you released so you can go wander the streets.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Vi rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”

“I wish to enlist your services,” Tyrion said, putting his goblet on the desk. “I wish for you to work for me, at least for the next few months.”

“And why would we wanna do that?” Edgin raised an eyebrow.

“Truth be told, my friend, I would normally not ask this of you, but considering the fact that neither of you are in a position to refuse, it makes it all the better,” Tyrion admitted. “If you do not accept, I cannot protect you and believe me, there are a lot worse people in King’s Landing.”

Vi and Edgin traded looks.

“We need to find a way back to our worlds; we don’t have time for this.” Vi said irritably.

Tyrion raised a hand. “And I assure you, I will help find a way for you to go back to the places you came from, I just need a little time.”

Edgin groaned. “Can we have a moment, please?”

“By all means.”

Edgin grabbed Vi by the wrist and hauled her out the chair, pulling her into a secluded corner.

“What do you think?” he asked her.

“I don’t trust him,” Vi admitted. “He seems fishy.”

“Yeah, there’s something off about him,” Edgin agreed. “Unfortunately, I don’t really think we have much of a choice here.”

“No we don’t.” She said in frustration.

“I think we should take the deal,” he said, making her raise an eyebrow. “Look, I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him, but right now he’s our best shot at getting out of here and back to our respective worlds. So I say we take his offer until we can get out of here.”

Vi looked like she didn’t like it one bit, but he was right, she thought. They needed to get out of here, and so far Tyrion looked like their best chance.

“All right, but we ditch this guy as soon as we can.” She said finally.

“We will.” Edgin assured, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Vi looked at the hand on her shoulder with outrage but he quickly removed it and turned to walk towards the desk.

“We’ll take it.” He said. Tyrion looked at the man with surprise.

“You will?”

“We need to find a way back to our worlds, but if this is how we do it, then I’m in.” Edgin said.

“And I’m with him.” Vi nudged her head to the right at Edgin, who gave her a small smile.

Tyrion grinned.

“Splendid.”

The North, same time

SLISH!

Druss chopped off a man’s head with Snaga as he marched into Winterfell. Nearby, Bane effortlessly killed two soldiers, looking bored as he did so.

Behind them were a trail of dead bodies, all soldiers that had tried to kill them. Druss looked slightly exhausted, but he continued to march towards the great city that lay ahead.

As the two marched into the city, passing the gates, both men stopped.

A great host lay ahead, nearly two dozen men. A young blonde man in his early twenties sat on a horse, looking both angry and horrified.

“You will not pass!” he declared. “By the banner of Lord Balon Greyjoy, neither of you shall pass any further!”

Druss and Bane exchanged amused looks.

“Laddie,” Druss began. “If you value your life, you’ll let us pass through. Your men already tried to kill us, and as you can see, it didn’t go very well for them.”

“I’ll handle them, Theon.” A cocky female voice spoke. A young woman, older than Theon stepped forward.

“I’ll take her and rejoin you.” Bane said to Druss.

“I’ll clear a path out this city. It’s clear they won’t stop trying to kill us.” The older man said.

Bane cracked his neck as he stepped forward to face the woman who drew her own sword.

“Who are you?” she asked him.

“Bane,” he answered simply. “The Midnight Falcon.”

“Yara Greyjoy.” She smirked.

“I don’t care.” Bane shrugged. Yara lunged forward to attack and Bane blocked easily. The two circled each other, both eyeing the other out for potential weaknesses.

Bane struck first, lashing out quick strikes just like his mentor Rage taught him. Yara blocked, backing up to avoid being cut.

Bane continued striking until Yara ducked down and lashed out a slice that cut open Bane’s shirt where his abdomen was, drawing blood.

Bane looked mildly annoyed at that and looked up as she smirked.

“If you want to get into bed with me, you’ll have to try better.” He chuckled. Yara turned beet red.

Snarling, she lunged as Bane deflected her strike and spun, elbowing her in the side of the head, causing her to stumble.

Bane stood back and waited as Yara recovered.

“You’re strong.” She admitted.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out later.” He teased, making her flush once more.

“Shut up!”

She leapt, trying to stab but Bane easily dodged and rolled to the ground to avoid a neck slice.

Climbing to his feet he deflected. She was no slouch, that’s for sure. As she tried to strike, Bane gripped her wrist, pulling her in close as she tried in vain to cut him.

They were inches apart and he could feel her breath on his face. She was panting slightly and he could feel her chest heave as her boobs were pressed against his chest. His lips brushed against hers briefly. 

BAM!

Yara head-butted Bane hard, making him let go as he stumbled back. He just barely avoided a stab to the throat and moved to the side, slicing her at the back of her leg.

Yara let out a yelp and stumbled forward, dropping her sword.

“Don’t get back up.” He warned. Yara panted as she struggled to rise once more.

Druss hacked through another soldier. Despite being 60 years old, he didn’t seem bothered by the combat, fighting as if he was twenty once more.

“Druss.” A soft voice spoke. Druss’ eyes widened in shock and he whipped around to see his wife Rowena standing there.

Her raven black hair billowed slightly in the cold wind and she looked exactly like how he remembered her from all those years ago.

“Roe.” He whispered softly, nearly dropping his ax.

Rowena stared at him sadly. “I love you, husband.”

“You are dead.” He said sadly.

“Aye, I am,” she nodded. “You must make a choice, Druss.”

“What choice?” he frowned.

“To go home and live for another ten more years…or to go North and die.”

“Die?” he asked, facing her.

“The great enemy will come,” she said. “And there is still the matter of the Nadir on Drenath.”

He lowered his head. He knew he would die soon; there was no doubt about it.

“I miss you, Ro.” He said sadly.

“I know, Druss. Some day when we meet up yonder, we’ll stroll hand in hand again. In a land that knows no parting.” Rowena said, touching Druss’ face as he closed his eyes.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly.

“Remember, everything that has a beginning…has an end.”

When Druss opened his eyes again, Rowena was gone, and he was standing alone once more.

He closed his eyes again briefly, in memory of his dead wife.

Turning, he walked and pushed open a door, seeing two young boys huddled in a corner.

“Please don’t hurt us!” the younger of the two boys begged as the elder child, in a wheelchair stared at Druss impassively.

He held out his hand. “Come with me if you want to live.”

Bane fought two soldiers back-to-back, killing both swiftly.

“Like stabbing fish in a barrel.” He chuckled.

Yara glared at him as she hobbled forward, each step bringing fresh pain. She turned, seeing dozens of horses riding into the city, armed men on them.

Bane turned and smirked. He twirled his sword and stabbed it into the ground. Spinning, he drew a small circle around him.

“I am Bane, son of Connovar. The Midnight Falcon,” Bane taunted. “And I’ll take you all on.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Dragonstone

Bryce Quinlan twisted in her sleep, her dreams plagued by nightmares.

She saw Stannis Baratheon lying on the ground, a spear through his chest, his eyes lifeless. Next to him, she saw Maria, torn in half.

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her crush Hunt Athalar fall down, a gaping hole in his stomach and his dark wings torn.

Bryce looked up to see a giant purple being in golden armor march towards her. He grinned and raised a massive sword.

Bryce awoke with a start, her entire body sweating. She rubbed her eyes, her muscles aching. Looking around, she slowly adjusted on realizing she was still in the room given to her by Stannis.

Oh shit, she was stuck in some unknown world…

Bryce groaned as she remembered.

“I don’t have time for this shit.” She muttered. Climbing to her feet, She put her shirt on, followed by her pants and boots. Finally she threw her leather jacket on. Straightening her fiery red hair, she walked out the room.

The hallways were dark though she could see the signs of dawn on the horizon. Turning, she walked out onto the balcony overlooking the ocean.

Bryce closed her eyes, feeling the cool sea breeze on her face as the smell of salt flooded her senses.

“Am I interrupting?” a calm voice asked. Bryce opened her eyes and turned to see a man in his late forties/early fifties standing at the entrance. His beard was white and he had the looked of an experienced man.

“Not at all.” She said.

“I am Davos Seaworth.” The man introduced himself, holding out his hand. Bryce shook it.

“Bryce Quinlan.” She replied.

“Ah!” his eyes lit up in recognition. “You’re the woman who appeared here yesterday.”

“There were two of us, but yes.” She smiled slightly.

“Alongside the silver-haired one, correct?” Davos asked.

“Yes, Maria.” Bryce said.

Davos nodded before his attention was drawn to her pointy ears.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why do you have pointy ears?”

Bryce touched them and smiled.

“In the world I’m from, I am half-human, half-Fae.” She explained.

“What is a Fae?” Davos asked curiously.

“We are a sub-species of another race called the Vanir,” Bryce said. “It was said that we came to our world of Midgard nearly 20,000 years ago, before we were enslaved by the Asteri. I am the product of a Human falling in love with a Fae.”

“Fascinating.” Davos muttered, looking slightly awed.

“I was born in the year 15,010 V.E or Vanir Era.” She continued.

Davos looked shocked, but nodded. “What is the world you are from called again?”

“Midgard,” she said. “I’m from a city called Crescent City.”

“Is the Lady Maria also from another world?” he asked.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Bryce said. “She kinda scares me, to be honest.”

“How come?” he asked curiously.

“She’s…odd. She looks like she’s seen some serious stuff.” Bryce admitted.

“Ah, haven’t we all.” Davos muttered the last part.

“What’s your story?” she asked him. “How’d you end up here?”

Davos let out a sigh. “I haven’t told this to many people…but I used to be a smuggler and a thief. I helped Stannis Baratheon when he was besieged at Storm’s End, and he bestowed me with lands. However, he cut off the fingertips on my right hand as punishment.”

Bryce gasped. “That’s horrible!”

“Not at all, my dear,” Davos shook his head. “I completely deserved it for smuggling. I now loyally serve Lord Stannis.”

Bryce’s eyes widened. “You’re the one they call the Onion Knight?!”

He chuckled. “The other Lords called me that as an insult, but I disagree. I am proud of that title.”

She shook her head in amusement. “Yeah…you remind me of one of my friends, Trevor Flynn. I think you two would get along nicely.”

“I do hope to meet him someday.”

Bryce looked saddened.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” Davos asked, laying a hand on her shoulder in concern.

“Nothing…I just realized how far I am from my world.”

“If Lord Stannis can’t help you, then I will.” He said.

Bryce looked at him in shock. They had just met and he was already offering to help her.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

Same time

Lady Maria walked up, seeing Stannis looking at a portrait of a man wielding a flaming sword.

“Who is he?” she asked in her strange clipped accent.

“Azor Ahai,” Stannis said. “He defeated the Long Night and ended it.”

“If only we had the same kind of person.” She muttered.

He turned to look at her. “What is Yharnam? Melisandre seemed genuinely terrified when she mentioned it.”

Maria looked up at him and her face paled. “In my world, Yharnam is a dead, cursed city. Overrun my horrifying beasts that will make you shit your pants if you ever went there.”

“What caused it?” Stannis then asked, his mind calculating.

“Who knows?” she shrugged. “Some say it was caused by men using blood magic and created a region wide-destruction. Some say the Great Ones came to the world. I’m only 34 years old, I haven’t been doing this for centuries.”

“Great Ones?” he frowned.

“Unknowable horrors that come from some other dimension. No one knows what they are or where they come from.” She said, looking as pale as a corpse.

Stannis nodded, looking grim. “The Great Other might be one of these ‘Great Ones’.”

“I don’t think so,” Maria shook her head. “The Great Ones practice blood magic, while the Great Other, from what you have said caused the Long Night. What was that?”

“The world was frozen in eternal night and the dead walked,” he said slowly. “It lasted for an entire generation.”

“Until Azor Ahai stopped it.” Maria finished.

“Yes.”

“I don’t like this,” Stannis admitted. “There is something not right about what’s happening. First Melisandre says the Great Other is returning, and then you and your friend appear in this world out of nowhere.”

“You’re right, something is coming. Something big.” She agreed. She drew one of her pistols from her belt and began cleaning it.

“What is that?” Stannis asked, pointing at it.

“It’s called a pistol, a recent invention in my world,” Maria explained. “It fires a small metal ball faster and more effective than any arrow.”

His eyes lit up. “Could you potentially make more?”

“I shall see,” she nodded. “I know little about making pistols, but I can try.”

Stannis clapped her shoulder and nodded. She grinned.

“I have a feeling this is going to be the start of a wonderful friendship.”

Unknown town

Sekiro walked into a town, looking around as his nose wrinkled in disgust. The town looked honestly disgusting.

“How do these gaijin live in such conditions?” he wondered. No one in Japan lived in such filthy conditions.

Two guards stepped into his path.

“State your business here.” One demanded.

Sekiro cocked his head, not understand a word he was saying.

“What is this place?” he asked. The two guards exchanged looks.

“What fucking language are you speaking?”

“Bah, take him in.”

The first guard grabbed Sekiro’s arm roughly. Faster than he could react, he punched the guard in the chest. He flew and slammed into a nearby house, dead.

“What the-”

Sekiro back-handed the second guard, knocking him out instantly.

Shaking his head, he continued walking. Another tried to attack but Sekiro ducked under his strike and picked him up by the leg, throwing him into a pole that crashed to the ground.

Two more came to attack her, and Sekiro smacked them both, knocking them out.

“RAIN FIRE!” someone screamed. Arrows flew overhead and Sekiro drew his katana, slicing several out the air.

SLAM!

A spear slammed into Sekiro’s chest, making him stumble back. he looked down, watching dark blood beginning to trickle down his chest. More arrows impaled him from all sides.

Sekiro dropped his katana and fell to his knees. Another spear impaled him in the chest, nearly going through.

He gasped, blood pouring from his mouth as his breath grew weaker and more ragged. His eyes gently closed and he drew his last breath.

The Wall, a few hours ago

“Explain this to me again, please.” Jon Snow asked, feeling a headache come on. This was getting too much for him.

Rhiannon Matthias pushed one of her dreadlocks behind her ears and started explaining again.

“Ridoc and I are from another world called Navaath. We were walking towards our college when the sky ripped open and pulled us through it where we ended up here.”

Jon looked at her, trying to find if she was lying, but found that he saw nothing but pure determination and conviction in her eyes.

‘Either she’s a really good liar or this is actually true.’

“Assuming this is true, do you know how to get back to your world?” he asked.

Ridoc looked at him weirdly. “Dude…I think we would already be back there. That and you guys decided to shoot arrows at us. Like not cool dude.”

“Is he always like this?” Jon looked at Rhiannon.

She rolled her eyes. “You get used to it after a while…or not.”

“Wait here. I need to discuss this with my commanders before we can proceed.” Jon then said, standing up and walking towards the door.

“Try not to escape.” Was all he said, before he closed the door behind him.

Once he left, Ridoc turned to Rhiannon.

“What a charming fellow.” He quipped.

“I’m feeling the love.” She agreed jokingly.

Ridoc, for once in his life, sobered up.

“What are we going to do?”

Rhiannon slumped slightly. “I don’t know. I have no idea how we’re going to get back to our world…hell, we don’t even have our Dragons with us.”

“As if we didn’t have enough problems.” Ridoc threw his hands up in exasperation.

“I’m sure we will find a way back.” She said, placing a hand on his shoulder, expressing a confidence she did not feel.

“Well,” Ridoc cheered up. “I have a feeling this is gonna be awesome.”

Now

“RUN!”

Jon sprinted through the snow, Rhiannon and Ridoc behind him.

“What did you tell them?!” Rhiannon screamed at him.

“It wasn’t about you, it was about White Walkers!” Jon replied. Ridoc stopped and conjured a wind of magic, firing it at the archers firing at them.

“Oh come on!” he groaned when he saw more arrows flying towards him.

Rhiannon barely avoided an arrow which landed a few inches from her.

“Jon, where the hell are we going?!” she asked, her legs burning.

“As far away from here as possible!” he shouted back.

“Ridoc, come on!” Rhiannon called to Ridoc who was dodging arrows left and right.

“We’re not getting paid for this shit!”

Unknown town

Tywin Lannister stared at the corpse impassively.

“Do we know where he is from?” he asked one of the guards.

“No, my Lord,” the guard shook his head. “He just appeared here and killed two guards before we finally brought him down. He spoke some strange language I’ve never heard before.”

“HFLFH!”

Tywin and everyone else turned to see Sekiro open his eyes as he gasped. Leaning upwards, he pulled himself off the spear and staggered up. He wrenched the second spear out his heart using his prosthetic arm.

“What madness is this?” the guard asked fearfully, drawing his sword.

Sekiro cracked his neck and looked at them.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t try that again.” He warned them.

Tywin looked at him curiously. This man had come back from the dead. He had survived an injury that would have felled even the strongest warrior. He stepped forward.

“Who are you?” he asked in a commanding tone. Sekiro cocked his head slightly. He barely understood what these gaijin were saying, but for some reason, he knew what this old man was saying.

“Sekiro.” He said simply.

“I am Tywin Lannister, first of his name, Lord of Casterly Rock. Where are you from?”

“He doesn’t know what we are sayin-”

“Stop talking!” Tywin snapped, turning back to face Sekiro.

“Nippon.” Sekiro said simply, watching him carefully.

Tywin locked eyes with Sekiro.

“How would you like to work as my bodyguard?” he asked. “I will ensure no one harms you, in exchange for your protection.”

Sekiro looked at him. He didn’t trust him at all. But if this was how he avoided fighting everyone, then he would do it.

Sekiro drew his katana and dropped to his knees, offering up his sword to Tywin.

The older man smirked.

“Then rise, Sekiro.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Winterfell

Bane the Bastard muttered curses as he wrestled against the chains he was bound with. The cell was dark and stank and somewhere he could hear the pitter patter of a rat’s feet.

CRANK!

The cell door opened and Yara Greyjoy entered, looking at him apprehensively.

“What do you want?” he asked tiredly.

Yara held up a flaming torch and walked forward, kneeling in front of him.

“You fought well.” She said simply.

“I have that tendency.” He shrugged.

“And it landed you in prison.” She smirked.

“Not for long.”

She cocked her head. “You can’t escape. However, I am here to offer you a deal. If you can defeat one hundred of our strongest men in a row, I will let you leave.”

“And why do you think I would trust him?” Bane finally looked up at her.

Yara locked eyes with him. “Because if you win, I will ensure you leave Winterfell unharmed.”

Bane gave a savage grin, the dim light making him look like a hungry wolf.

“Then bring your best. I am ready.”

King’s Landing

Edgin ate an apple as he followed Tyrion, Bronn and Vi up some stairs. There was some kind of tournament happening, though he honestly had no clue what it was about.

“This reminds me of the High Sun Games in my world.” He commented aloud.

“Hmm?” Vi turned to him.

“The High Sun Games, founded in Neverwinter,” Edgin explained. “Competitors from all over the Sword Coast would come compete in these games. My father took me to the last game before Lord Neverember banned them. One competitor made it to the final round.”

“Did he win?” Vi asked curiously.

“Well, he did get his lower half eaten by a giant insect…so no.”

“Ew.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The pair followed Tyrion and Bronn as they approached a handsome golden-haired man who was sitting on a mighty chair overlooking the games.

“Ah, your Grace, I’ve been looking for you,” Tyrion said. “You were nowhere to be found on the battlefield.”

“I’ve been here, ruling the kingdom.” Joffrey Baratheon said in a nasally voice that made Vi cringe.

He looked over behind Tyrion and frowned.

“And who are your friends?” he asked.

“Vi and Edgin Darvis. They work for me.” Tyrion replied.

Joffrey gestured to Vi. “Come here, girl.”

“I’m not your girl, and if you lay a hand on me, you won’t have one.” She snarled.

“What she said.” Edgin confirmed, smirking.

Joffrey stood up angrily but Edgin drew a knife hidden in his belt.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Both of you enough!” Tyrion snapped as he strode forward. “Vi, Edgin, enough, please do not threaten the king again.”

“And nephew, please stop antagonizing everyone, especially those who work for me.”

Joffrey scowled but looked away.

“I apologize.” Edgin said swiftly.

Tyrion walked past them to where a young red-haired woman sat, her eyes puffy as if she had been crying.

“Sansa, dear, how are you?” he asked kindly. Vi walked past to lean on one of the pillars, crossing her arms. Edgin straightened out his jacket and stood near Tyrion.

“I am happy in this marriage, Lord Tyrion.” Sansa said in a monotonous tone.

“I don’t think she is.” Vi mouthed to Edgin who nodded, feeling worried for Sansa.

“Sansa, you can be honest with me.” Tyrion implored, but she shook her head.

“I’m fine.” Sansa repeated.

“Oh, she’s definitely not.” Edgin muttered to Vi, who couldn’t help but agree.

Winterfell

Bane stood in a mud pit, looking around scathingly at all the Ironborn who were shouting insults. He cared not for their opinions. They would not live to see the end of the day.

Yara was leaning against the railing above, her eyes alit with amusement. Next to her, her brother Theon was looking at Bane cautiously.

The gates opened and a tall man, nearly six a half feet tall entered. He was muscular and his pectoral muscles rippled with every step. His black beard flew slightly in the cold wind.

Bane began stretching his arms and legs. He had been stripped of the weapons he carried, meaning he would have to fight bare-knuckle.

“Are you ready?!” Yara shouted and everyone in the huge crowd let out a massive roar of approval.

Yara looked at Bane with a smirk. “Let’s see what you can do.”

The man roared and charged at Bane who spread his legs, his arms opened. As the man attacked, Bane slammed his fist into the man’s face, hearing a tooth snap.

As he stumbled back, Bane leapt forward, slamming blow after blow into his face, the man eventually dropping to the ground, unconscious.

The crowd was dead silent now. Theon was looking at him with a mixture of fear and awe, and Yara looked at him with awe and amusement.

“Next one.” Bane said simply.

The North, same time

“Where are we going?” Rickon asked Druss as they walked. Bran was on Druss’ shoulders as the old man walked through a field.

“I don’t know, I’m not from these lands.” Druss replied.

“Where are you from? The south?” Bran asked curiously.

“Nay, I’m from another land far away called Drenan,” Deathwalker said. “It is not from this world.”

“There are other worlds?” Rickon asked excitedly.

“Aye, many,” Druss nodded. “I’m from one we call Drenath. Many lands there- Drenan, Vargria, Lentria, Ventria, the Nadir Steppes, Chiatze, Kydor, the Opal Jungles, Naashan and many others.”

Bran and Rickon looked like the world had just ended but Druss was very nonplussed about it.

“Why are you here then?” the former asked.

“I don’t know,” the Captain of the Axe admitted. “I was on my way to the fortress of Dros Delnoch when the sky ripped open and pulled me to this world.”

“And you are a great warrior in your world?” Rickon asked.

“Many would say, yes,” he nodded. “I am called Druss the Legend. And I have had many names over the years. In Ventria I am called the Captain of the Axe. To the Nadir I am Deathwalker. In Vargria I am the Silver Slayer. In Lentria I am simply called the Axeman.”

“Wow!” Bran and Rickon stared at Druss with wide eyes, making him chuckle.

“So, where are we going?” he asked.

“Our brother Robb is preparing to march south.” Bran said.

“Why?”

“Our father was killed by the king,” he explained. “So Robb has gathered the armies of the North to march south.”

“Then that is where we are travelling to.” Druss nodded.

Winterfell

Bane picked the man up and slammed him into the ground, climbing on top and beginning to rain blows into his face, reducing the man’s face into a bloody and broken mess.

When the man had passed out from the pain, Bane panted, climbing to his feet. His entire body ached both from pain and exhaustion.

He had been cut several times and his jaw rattled with pain. Every time he closed his jaw, it sent a shockwave of pain up his face.

Up above, Yara looked at him with a smile.

“You like him don’t you?” Theon whispered to his sister who glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

Down below, Bane fell to one knee as he spat some blood. The gates opened and the 12^th man entered the small arena as the crowd cheered once more.

Bane stood up and ripped his shirt off making several women in the crowd blush. Bane cracked his neck as his opponent charged.

Bane tackled him by the waist and pushed him into the ground. As he leapt to strike, a boot cracked against his jaw, flinging him backwards and into the mud.

Bane rolled up in time to avoid a punch and grabbed the man’s leg, punching the knee hard.

CRACK!

The man let out a scream of agony as he fell down. Standing up, Bane slammed his foot into the man’s face, knocking him out as well.

“You can stop if you want.” Yara called out as all looked at Bane.

The Midnight Falcon chuckled and shook his head in amusement. He looked up at Yara and smirked.

“It may not mean nothing to any of you, but understand that nothing was done for me, so I don’t plan on stopping at all. I will defeat all one hundred men you send. And I am not planning on losing.”

Yara smirked. “If you insist.”

The gates opened again and this time, three men exited, walking into the arena. Bane gazed at them wearily.

They charged at him. Bane rushed, ducking under a strike and punching the man in the ribs. Avoiding a strike, Bane threw a wild haymaker that collided with a man’s ear, sending him falling into the mud.

Bane tackled the third man by the legs and lifted him up, throwing him over his shoulder and onto the ground.

Avoiding a strike, Bane punched the first man in the kidneys, making him howl in pain. As he ducked again, he threw a powerful left hook that smashed into the man’s liver.

Instantly, he dropped to the ground, roaring in pure agony. As Bane gazed at the man pitifully, a punch to the back of the head sent a fresh wave of pain through his head as he stumbled forward.

Turning around, Bane avoided a strike and delivered a head-butt that smashed his opponent’s nose, knocking him to the ground.

Bane blocked a strike from the third man and spun, gripping him by the arm and throwing him over his shoulder and into the mud.

As the second man got back up and charged, Bane leapt and slammed both his feet into the man’s chest, sending him back to the ground.

He landed onto the third man, knocking him out as well.

The Midnight Falcon staggered up, his entire body screaming with agony as he barely managed to keep himself upright.

Yara was looking at him in awe and Theon gulped slightly.

Bane spat out a broken tooth and looked up at Yara. “Next.”

King’s Landing

Edgin walked through the halls of the Red Keep, reading a book on the history of Westeros.

As he did so, he bumped into a man, dropping the book.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He apologized. He picked up the book and turned to see a bald plump looking man who was looking at him curiously.

“No worries, Mr. Edgin.” He bowed his head.

Edgin froze. “How do you know who I am?”

“I know many things, many secrets.” He said with a smirk.

Edgin racked his brain. Tyrion had probably mentioned him at some point. His eyes widened.

“You’re Varys. The Spymaster.”

“Guilty as charged.” Varys smirked.

“Makes sense you know who I am.” Edgin said, a bit worried. How much did this man know about him?

“I had best be getting to the Small Council chamber,” Varys said, polishing his robes. “Keep your wits about you, Edgin Darvis. For this city is full of predators.”

With that, he bowed and turned to walk away. Once he had left, Edgin finally moved.

“He’s a creepy guy.”

He turned to see Vi leaning against a wall, eating an apple.

“How long have you been standing there for?”

“About half a minute.” She shrugged.

“You are surprisingly stealthy.” He commented.

“I was in prison for seven years,” Vi said. “You pick up a few things.”

“I get that, I learnt knitting.” Edgin said.

Vi gave him a deadpan look. “Never say stupid shit like that again.”

Edgin rolled his eyes. “First Holga, now you? Why don’t people appreciate my knitting skills?”

“Whatever, Tyrion wants to see us in his chambers after the Small Council meeting is over.”

“For what?”

“Someone’s about to invade King’s Landing.”

Winterfell

Bane hurled another man off him, sending him crashing into the wall.

He was now almost dead from exhaustion and he panted, barely hauling himself to his feet.

He was facing almost ten men at the same time, with him only having 30 total enemies left.

Bane deflected a strike and delivered a wild strike that took the man down. Throwing his head back, he smashed his forehead into another man’s nose, instantly knocking him out.

“Old Gods, give me strength.” He prayed silently as he fell down from a punch. Rolling up, he lifted the man and hurled him into two more.

As two more attacked, Bane caught them by their heads and smashed them together, knocking them both out with a sickening crack.

Bane threw wild haymakers, not caring where they landed as they knocked men down left and right.

His entire body felt like it was on fire and he as barely keeping himself awake, resisting the urge to pass out.

Bane let out a roar of pure rage and charged, tackling a man and throwing him through the gates.

Spinning, Bane punched the second last man in the face, knocking him down and then grabbed another by the arm, throwing him into the downed man.

“Send all thirty in!” Yara shouted. Thirty burly men charged in as Bane backed up.

Steeling himself, Bane charged and began punching as he was forced back into the wall of the arena.

He slammed his elbow into the closest man’s head, sending him down. Two fists crashed into his face at the same time, knocking him down. Bane covered himself as all 28 men began punching and kicking him. Bane pushed himself back and stood up, beginning to punch and kick and head-butt and smash opponents into oblivion.

Bane leapt and began slamming men left and right into the ground.

As another struck, Bane grabbed him by the waist and pushed him into two more, sending them down.

Spinning, he smashed his head into a charging man, sending him down. Three jumped him at the same time and Bane began wrestling to get them off.

Leaping, Bane slammed his back onto the ground, knocking them back. Turning, Bane grabbed one by the leg and pushed him off. Staggering up, Bane was hit by a combo of punches that caused blood and another broken tooth to go flying.

Bane blocked a strike and punched the man in the nose, breaking it before spinning and punching the second in the throat, making him gasp in pain as he fell down.

Bane leapt and slammed the point of his elbow into another man’s head, making him fall down. as two more struck, Bane kicked one in the knee, shattering it before punching the second, knocking him out.

Bane caught another charging enemy and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder and into the ground.

As another punched, Bane caught and gave him an uppercut that launched him upwards. Ducking, he struck another man in the groin, making him fall down in pain.

Running, Bane leapt and delivered a kick at a charging opponent that sent him flying past him and onto the ground, knocked out.

Bane landed and punched the first man in the face, before striking the second. Ramming his elbow into the third, he punched the fourth man.

As they all feel, Bane ran forward and kicked the fifth man in the stomach, taking him out.

Only two men remained. Bane leapt and kicked the first in the side of the head, knocking him out instantly.

Only one man remained. Bane punched with all his remaining strength until the man staggered back.

He punched the man twice in the face and then roaring loudly, threw his strongest punch.

CRACK!

The man’s jaw was instantly broken as he fell down, knocked out.

Bane was still standing. The crowd was now dead silent, staring in shock. Bane looked up and raised his hand.

“If anyone asks who did this, tell them it was Bane, the Midnight Falcon!”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Dragonstone

“So how do we begin making these ‘pistols’?”

Stannis Baratheon looked at Lady Maria who simply smiled.

“It is not hard,” she shrugged. “I still carry the last of my power from my world. I can help with the creation of pistols and other weapons, though I can’t supply the entire army.”

“How many can you make?”

“Around fifty. If I was on my world, I could manufacture more, but my power and skill is lesser on this world. However, I am sure Bryce can help. She has powerful magic within her, though she doesn’t fully realize or understand it.”

Stannis looked at her and his expression hardened. “Do you what you must do.”

Maria smiled. “I hope you know what you are doing, otherwise we may be going home in coffins.”

Stannis simply smirked. “I have fought against worse odds.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“And I have no plans of dying.”

She cocked her head. “None do.”

Bryce Quinlan and Davos Seaworth were helping to prepare weapons for the siege of King’s Landing when Melisandre walked past them.

“That woman gives me the creeps.” Bryce muttered but Davos heard her.

“She is like most Red Priests- mysterious,” he agreed. “She’s from Asshai-By-The-Sea.”

“The what?” she frowned. What was an Asshai?

“A city at the far end of the continent of Essos,” he explained. “I have never been there but the Shadowlands are dark and said to be filled with Dragons and Demons. I did hear a story about someone called the Lady of the Silver Bow, though she died years ago.”

“Ugh, not more Demons.” Bryce rolled her eyes.

“You have had experience with them in your world?” he asked curiously.

“We’ve heard stories. And a part of me thinks my friend Fury might be a Demon. Though I don’t actually know what she is.” She muttered the last part.

“Fury?”

“Fury Axtar. She hangs out with me and my friends occasionally, but I have no idea what she is. I heard my half-brother Rhun say that she is from a species older than even the Vanir.”

“That…is peculiar.” Davos admitted, as he remembered Bryce telling him about the various races that inhabited Midgard, including Humans, Fae, Angels, Lycans and even Vampires.

“Is this Fury a strong warrior?”

“She’s one of the best I’ve seen. She moved so fast she looked like a blur. And she killed an entire town full of Demons and Vampires by herself, and she didn’t even look like she was trying.”

“She must be a dangerous warrior.” Davos commented.

“You don’t say,” Bryce sighed. “I just hope I can get back to my world, at least after Stannis wins this war.”

“I think we can. I hear the boy king Joffrey is not a very good king and the people despise him.”

“That should be good, at least we won’t have much of a problem convincing them to accept Stannis as king.”

“I hope not.” Davos agreed.

“Bryce.”

Both turned to see Maria walking towards them.

“I need your help, girl.” She said.

“Would you mind not calling me ‘girl’,” Bryce said in annoyance. “I’m 23 years old.”

“And I’m 35, so yes, you are kind of a young girl to me,” Maria countered. “However, I apologize if it offends you.”

“Don’t worry,” the red-head sighed. “What do you need?”

“I need you to help infuse the pistols I am manufacturing with your Fae magic.”

“Pistols?” Davos interjected. “Those are the strange weapons you wield, Lady Maria?”

“Aye, they are regularly used in my world,” Maria nodded. “Extremely effective in killing the dark beasts of the night that infest mine.”

“And you want me to help you infuse these weapons with my magic. How did you even know about that?” Bryce asked.

Maria simply smirked, her cold eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I know more than you think, Quinlan.”

Rolling her eyes, Bryce held out her hand. “Give me one of your pistols.”

Maria smoothly drew one Flintlock pistol from her belt and handed it to the red-haired woman.

Closing her eyes, Bryce chanted under her breathe and a gold light shone from her hands and entering the gun.

Within moments, the pistol glowed with a faint golden light. She handed the weapon back to Maria.

“Test it.”

For a moment, the older woman stared at the pistol before shrugging. She aimed it at a stone pillar a few yards away.

KABOOM!

The structure blew apart into thousands of tiny fragments, leaving only the base of the pillar behind.

Davos looked like the world had just ended. His eyes were wide and his jaw was open almost comically.

The sounds of shouting men echoed behind them and Stannis ran into the area, his eyes lit with confusion.

“What is happening?!” he demanded.

Maria let out a gentle laugh of pure joy.

“This, Stannis, is how we take King’s Landing.”

The North

Druss the Legend marched through a war camp, Snaga hanging from his belt. Many of the men looked war-torn and they gazed at him wearily.

Paying them no attention, he marched forward towards the lead tent.

“Oy! You can’t be here.” One of the guards declared.

“I am here to speak with Robb Stark.” The Captain of the Axe said calmly.

“No you will not, Lannister filth!”

“I don’t think you understand, boy, this is a matter of life or death. I must speak with Robb Stark.” Druss said, dropping his voice to a low tone.

“Back off!” the guard poked him a little with his spear.

“Think of your next actions very carefully, boy,” Druss warned. “I have lived for twice your lifetime. Most of my enemies are dead- or wished they were. I do not wish to slay you, but I will if I have to.”

“You ain’t gon’ do nothin’ greybeard!” the guard snapped, lunging the spear forward.

As he did, Druss caught the spear and ripped it out of his hands. His arm snaked forward to grip the man by the throat and he picked him up with a strength that belied his age.

Lifting the man over his head, Druss slammed him hard onto the ground, the impact knocking him out instantly.

Everyone had turned now and there was shouting and the barking of orders. The tent flap opened and Robb Stark exited, his eyes widening slightly.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, glaring at Druss.

“I am Druss. And I am here to help you.”

“Help me?” Robb snorted. “You just knocked out one of my guards. I should have you arrested and flogged for this.”

“By all means, you can try…though they will all end up like ya friend here.” The old man nodded his head towards the downed guard.

“And why should I trust you?”

“Because I bring word from your brothers, Bran and Rickon,” Druss said, making his eyes widen. “I saved them from Winterfell.”

“You lie!” Robb hissed, his sword snaking from his scabbard.

“They asked me to tell you that they are safe in a neighbouring village. And that the North always remembers.”

Robb’s eyes widened in recognition and he slowly sheathed the blade.

“So they live.” He breathed.

“Aye, though for how long, I don’t know.”

Robb looked at him. “Why are you here? Where are you from?”

“I came to help fight in this war. As for where I am from, well laddie, let’s just say I’m from a land far away from here.”

“Why are you fighting then?”

Druss locked eyes with him. “Because I choose to. I just came from a war with a horde of savages from the steppes. And besides, I like Bran and Rickon. They are game.”

Robb looked into his eyes and saw nothing but blood, pain and death. He shivered slightly.

“I appreciate it, but we have no use of greybeards here. You should go home.”

Druss laughed. “Boy, I have been fighting for longer than you have been alive. Like I just said to your friend, I have fought in more wars than you have seen. I may be 60 years of age, but I can still lift a barrel of sand over my head. And there is no man alive who can stand against me.”

“I don’t doubt it. But who are you?”

The Axeman looked Robb square in the eyes.

“Druss the Legend.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Beyond The Wall

Rhiannon, Ridoc and Jon Snow marched through the ice, Rhiannon rubbing her shoulders as the cold bit into her.

She turned and locked eyes with Ridoc.

“We’re too tired for this shit.” She read his mind and he nodded.

“I’m starting…to…think…we should have stayed indoors.” Ridoc chuckled through the cold.

Jon looked at him and slung off his bearskin jerkin, handing it to Ridoc, who looked like a deer in headlights.

Without another word, he handed it to Rhiannon who wrapped it around herself tightly.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her breath freezing.

“Can’t…you just make a fire spell?” Ridoc asked behind her.

“My magic doesn’t…work here for some reason.” She replied.

“Great.” He groaned.

Unseen to them, an archer was watching them from one of the rock faces.

Essos, Dothraki Sea

A young Japanese woman in her early twenties poured some tea into a pair of cups.




Opposite her, Daenerys Targaryen sat in the lotus position.

“Thank you, Emma.” She said.

The younger woman nodded with a smile.

“I am curious though,” Daenerys continues. “You are not from this world. Why are you choosing to help me?”

Emma sighed. “Are you sure you wish to know?”

“Yes. I do.”

Emma sighed again. “The truth is- I’m for law and order. The way that it should be. But this is about doing what’s right, about protecting this world from what is coming. In my world, they used to call me and my friend Sekiro outlaws. But honestly, this outlaw shit is getting out of hand.”

She looked up again. “And I understand that every life must end. Someday we must both go.”

“I can’t go yet.” Daenerys said.

Emma smiled. “None ever plan to go. You and I are the same- our sins will never let us win this game. But underneath everything is just another human being. And there is so much in this world to make me believe.”

Daenerys smiled softly. “You’re a good friend, Emma. And I will help you get back to your world.”

“Only once I help you take the Iron Throne.” Emma replied.

King’s Landing

Edgin Darvis walked through the halls of the Red Keep when he accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh! Sorry!” he apologized, then froze when he saw who it was.

“Watch where you walk.” Cersei Lannister said in a snobbish tone that made his skin crawl.

“You’re Cersei Lannister.” He said in recognition.

“Indeed I am, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And you are?” she asked, giving him the stink eye.

He straightened up. “Edgin Darvis. I work with your brother, Tyrion.”

Cersei stiffened. “Ah yes, you must be the ruffian my brother recruited. And that pink-haired bitch who insulted my son.” She muttered the last part under her breath.

But Edgin heard her and bristled with anger. “Vi is someone I consider a good friend, so I don’t care if you are the queen, watch what you say about her.”

Cersei looked dumbfounded. No one except her father had ever said such things to her before. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go speak to the woman you just insulted. Good day!”

Edgin straightened his jacket and walked away, leaving the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms still dumbfounded.

“Hey, Vi.” Edgin greeted as he walked to where she was sitting.

The pinkette in question was currently stuffing her face full of salted meat and grapes.

“Slow down, it’s not the end of the world…yet…I think.” He said, frowning as he did.

Vi looked up at him and laughed. “You’re one to talk. You said you were in prison for two years. You should know what prison food is like.”

“I do.” He admitted, shuddering slightly as he remembered the slop he was given to eat.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” Vi asked, wiping her mouth with her hand as she finished chewing the white grapes.

“I just wanted to see how you are,” he shrugged. “Is that really hard to believe?”

“Sometimes,” she smiled but there was no trace of humour in her tone. “Most people don’t care about someone like me.”

Edgin looked at her and felt his heart break a little.

“Well I do.” He declared. Vi looked at him, trying to see if he was lying, but to her genuine surprise, she found nothing.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Edgin grinned and clapped a hand on his shoulder, before his face dropped.

“What?” Vi asked on noticing his look.

Edgin sighed. “You…remind me of my daughter, Kira. She’s stuck with a madman in Faerun, and I have to rescue her.”

Vi’s face hardened. “If you want…I’ll help.”

“You don’t have to.” Edgin shook his head.

“You’re right, I don’t,” she stood up. “I choose to.”

He looked at her with appreciation and respect. “Thank you, Vi.”

She grinned, her eyes full of life and hope. “Once we finish here, I’ll come with you. Besides, Faerun sounds nice.”

“Let’s just hope we don’t end up near Thay or Dambrath, I really don’t want to be sold into slavery.” Edgin muttered.

The North

Druss the Legend sharpened Snaga on a rock, watching the silver blades glint in the moonlight.

“Ro, what did you mean by die?” he whispered into the night, wondering what the vision of his dead wife was talking apart.

At that moment, he stood up, feeling someone behind him.

A tall man with a metal arm stood there, his dark hair tied into a ponytail. He carried a curved sword and he locked eyes with Druss.

“Who in the Nine Hells are you, whoreson?!” the Captain of the Axe hissed.

The man calmly drew his curved blade.

“I am Sekiro. And tonight, you die.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, the North

Druss roared as he and Sekiro clashed weapons, ax against katana. Sekiro gritted his teeth as Druss forced him backwards.

He masked his surprise. Despite what Tywin had told him, Druss was incredibly strong for a man pushing sixty.

Druss dropped his left hand and thundered a punch into Sekiro’s face, cannoning him backwards.

Druss dived and smashed the crown of his head into the other man’s chest, sending them both down.

Sekiro recovered first and punched Druss, knocking the old man down again.

He relaxed slightly. Then something exploded against the side of his face. For a moment, Sekiro thought someone had thrown a rock at him. Then his vision cleared and he realized it was Druss.

Getting up, the Captain of the Axe threw punch after punch at Sekiro, forcing the younger man backwards.

Sekiro felt a rib snap under the pressure and anger roared through him. With a roar of primal rage, Sekiro retaliated, smashing blow after blow into Druss’ face, opening cuts in the old man’s face.

He leapt and slammed his knee into Druss’ chest, knocking the old man down as he gasped for air, his entire torso and face on fire.

Druss reached down and grabbed Snaga, barely raising it in time to block a strike from Sekiro. He lashed out a kick that tripped Sekiro, making him falter.

Druss heaved himself onto his feet, his arthritis making his knees burn with a fiery pain.

“Come on, you whoreson!” Druss sneered. “Try your best.”

Beyond the Wall

Rhiannon Matthias climbed up a small cliffside as the icy wind bit into her skin. She had left Jon and Ridoc on the ground while she went to scout ahead.

Her skin prickled, but not from the bitter cold. Something or someone was watching her, she just didn’t know where.

She pulled herself up the rock face and rolled onto her side, shivering from the cold.

Something lurched above her and Rhiannon screamed. It was an undead person, six feet tall and grotesque, with sunken eye sockets and a jaw that seemed unhinged from the rest of its body.

It tried to strike Rhiannon with a rusty sword but she rolled to avoid and climbed to her feet.

The ghoul attacked and she lashed out a punch. To her horror, the only thing that happened was the jaw clattered to the ground.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Rhiannon groaned as she performed a small cartwheel to avoid a sword slash. She chanted, trying to conjure a fireball.

To her shock, the only thing that happened was that a small spark formed and then died out immediately after.

TWHACK!

Rhiannon fell to the ground hard as the zombie struck her. Dazed, she tried to get up but a hard iron boot slammed into her face, knocking her out.

The North

Druss was flung through a tree which fell under the weight. He staggered up and tackled a charging Sekiro by the waist, ramming him through several trees. As he threw Sekiro down, Druss looked at his arms, feeling an uncontrollable rage flow through him.

“RAHHHHHHHH!”

He roared in anger and ripped a tree straight out of the ground, turning and ramming Sekiro in the gut with it.

Sekiro dug his heels into the ground to stop and punched the tree, shattering it. Instantly, Druss charged and threw a wild punch.

Sekiro ducked under and gripped Druss’ arm, punching him and making him fall down. Sekiro sighed and heaved. This old man was stronger than he looked.

Something wrapped around his ankle and he looked down, only for his head to meet the ground.

Druss punched Sekiro hard, denting the ground beneath his head.

Dragonstone

Lady Maria and Bryce Quinlan were manufacturing pistols for the army when Stannis walked in.

“How close are we?” he asked.

“We have thirty pistols in total,” Maria said. “Should have another twenty within four days.”

“Good.” He said, picking up one of the pistols and examining it. He frowned.

“What is this rune?” he pointed to what looked like a tree, carved into the barrel of the pistol.

Maria smiled. “It is the symbol of the Hunters who protect my world from the monsters of the night. You can say it symbolizes good luck.”

Stannis gave a rare grin. “Well, I feel we will need all the luck we can get.”

“I believe that.” Bryce admitted, taking a sip of water from a nearby cup.

King’s Landing

“Wait, Stannis is going to attack King’s Landing?”

Edgin sat forward as Tyrion calmly poured himself a goblet of wine.

“According to Varys, within a month, yes.” He confirmed.

“Well, this just got worse.” Vi grunted, leaning back.

“I have no right to ask this of either of you…but will you help me defend this city?” Tyrion asked, looking at both of them.

“I will,” Edgin answered immediately. “You are probably the only friend I have here, so yeah, I’ll help.”

“And if he’s staying, I am.” Vi replied right after.

He looked at her in surprise and she gave him a small smile.

Tyrion sighed in relief.

“I don’t know how to thank you.” He said, smiling.

“If all goes well, you’ll never have to.” Edgin shrugged.

Vi placed a hand on his shoulder and sqeeuzed.

“Well, should be a good fight regardless.” She grinned.

“Like those old days in prison!” he let out a small laugh.

Vi gave him a mock grin. “You never told me you fought in prison.”

“Technically Holga did most of the fighting, but hey, I’m no slouch.” He raised his hands.

Tyrion chuckled. “I have a feeling that will be very useful.”

“Yeah…I’m ready.” Edgin smirked.

The North

Druss slammed Sekiro through a tree stump, obliterating it completely. Sekiro tried to recover, but Druss slammed him onto the ground again and then hurled him a great distance where Sekiro crashed into a field.

“Old man is tougher than he looks.” Sekiro muttered to himself in the Common Tongue.

Getting up, he barely avoided a punch from Druss and slammed his elbow into the old man’s stomach, making him heave.

Druss doubled over only to meet Sekiro’s rising knee which smashed into his face, cannoning him backwards.

Sekiro panted and marched to where Druss lay, seemingly unconscious. As he got close, Druss opened his eyes and gripped the Japanese man by the shirt.

Druss rose with surprising speed and delivered a thunderous head-butt that made Sekiro reel with pain.

Deathwalker hurled a wild haymaker that made Sekiro spin a few times in the air before he hit the ground, dazed.

Grabbing him again by the foot, Druss slammed Sekiro repeatedly onto the ground before dragging him across the dirt and throwing him through a tree.

Sekiro rolled up this time and moved so fast, he appeared to be a blitz. Druss threw a series of wild punches that Sekiro managed to avoid.

To his sheer horror, Druss seemed to be catching up and his punches grew faster and closer together.

As Sekiro tried to punch, Druss caught the blow and delivered one of his own that split the skin on Sekiro’s face, drawing blood.

Roaring in anger, Sekiro threw a barrage of blows that managed to knock Druss to the ground.

The old man threw sand into Sekiro’s eyes, making him hiss slightly. Recovering, Druss grabbed him by the throat and slammed him onto the ground, before slamming his face repeatedly onto the ground, bloodiying it further.

Sekiro kicked Druss, sending him flying back and into the field. Druss groaned, feeling ready to collapse from exhaustion.

Despite this, he hauled himself to his feet, desperately trying to stand, but couldn’t, and he fell to his knees.

Sekiro staggered up too and looked ready to pass out.

“Come on then, laddie,” Druss slurred. “Finish it.”

Sekiro gave a savage grin. “I have no desire to kill you, Axeman. Had I wanted to, you would already be dead.”

“Why? Who sent you?” Druss peered up at him through bleeding eyes.

“Tywin Lannister asked me to kill you,” Sekiro said in a clipped and very thick accent. “But you seem like a strong man. So I will let you live.”

“What are you going to tell him?” Druss asked.

“Nothing. Because he will be dead.” Sekiro said simply, walking forward and extending his human arm.

Druss gazed at him for a few moments before accepting, being hauled to his feet. The two men stood at near equal height, though Druss was slightly taller.

“How does a lad like you come to work for the Lannisters?” Druss asked.

“I came from another world and had no other choice.” The Japanese man shrugged simply.

Druss’ eyes widened. “You too are from another world?”

Now it was Sekiro’s turn to be surprised. “Did the sky also rip open and pull you here?”

“Aye, I was on my way to a fortress named Dros Delnoch when I was pulled into the sky and ended up here.”

Sekiro looked down in thought. “Are there others?”

“I only know of one, a young man named Bane, though I haven’t seen him in weeks. Dead or captured, I don’t know.”

Sekiro looked at Druss. “Regardless, we must be here for a reason. So…shall we kill Tywin Lannister?”

Druss looked around. “I did promise to help Robb Stark…but this Tywin lad is his enemy, so yes, I will join you.”

Sekiro grinned like a hungry wolf and extended his hand. After a few moments, Druss clasped his wrist in the warrior’s greeting.

“Let’s kill Tywin Lannister.” Sekiro grinned.

The Land of Always Winter

Rhiannon groaned as she finally awoke, looking around. She was chained to the ground in a dark castle, chains made of dark ice binding her.

“Visitor from another world.” A dark haunting and chilling voice spoke, seeming to come from everywhere.

Rhiannon looked around, swallowing her panic. “Show yourself!”

The clatter of boots rang out and a dark armored figure emerged from the shadows. He had blue skin and had icicles on his head.

“Who the fuck are you?” Rhiannon snarked, fighting the urge to panic.

The being didn’t smile but bore its eyes into hers.

“I am the Night King. And your power…and world…will be mine.”

Unknown location

Bane the Bastard sighed as he continued walking. He had been walking through praries and field for what seemed to be an eternity, with no end in sight.

He had seen horsed men in the distance on the third day since his escape from Winterfell, but hadn’t seen any living being since.

As he walked, he froze. A golden portal shimmered and materialized. To his shock, a tall dark-skinned man wearing gold armor and a blue cloak walked out of it.

He carried a sword strapped to his belt and had dreadlocks, as well as a strange symbol on his forehead. But above all else, the man seemed to possess a strength to him that Bane could see in his eyes.

“Who are you?” Bane drew his sword and dropped into a fighting stance.

The man smiled. “My name is Xenk Yendar. And like you, I am not of this world.”

Bane froze. Another one?

“Why are you here?” he asked wearily.

“I was told to come here by a man named Mordenkainen, for there is a dark power in this world that must be dealt with before it can spread to other worlds. You must be Bane, the Midnight Falcon.” Xenk explained calmly.

“Who is Mordenkainen?”

“One of the most powerful wizards in my world.”

“And what world is that?”

“We call it Toril. I am from a land called Faerun, my homeland was originally a nation called Thay.”

Bane lowered his sword, still weary, but he could see no trace of lies in his tone.

“Then what are we supposed to do?” he asked.

Xenk clasped his hands and locked eyes with Bane.

“First, we must travel to a place called the Vale, for there is a woman named Lysa that we must speak to.”

“You make one wrong move, and I will kill you.”

Xenk actually smiled. “I do not doubt that. But worlds will soon collide and none shall survive.”

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, King’s Landing

Edgin Darvis rubbed a hand through his hair as he and Vi walked through the streets of the city.

“Why the hell did Tyrion ask us to round up all the known thieves?” he asked, puzzled.

Vi shrugged. “I think it has something to do with the city getting invaded.”

“Oh, well, I suppose the thieves will be a real problem.” He muttered sarcastically.

She grinned. “I’m sorry, weren’t you a thief too?”

“So were you! That’s literally the reason we both ended up in prison!”

“No, I ended up because some fucking enforcer dragged me off to prison.” She snapped.

“Which only happened because you and your siblings robbed an apartment.” Edgin pointed out.

Vi opened her mouth to retort and then closed it.

“…Fair enough.”

Satisfied, Edgin looked around until he spotted a tall man with long hair and a burn scar on the left side of his head.

“Hey, isn’t that the Hound guy Bronn was telling us about?”

Vi looked over and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“Uh, hey, Mr. Hound?” Edgin called out, waving his hand. Sandor ‘The Hound’ Clegane looked at him and a look of annoyance washed over his face.

Grunting, he turned back towards the fruit stand.

“I think you scared him away.” Vi joked, making him glare at her.

He walked over to where Sandor was looking at the apple stand carefully.

“Lay a hand on my shoulder and you won’t have a hand much longer.” He rumbled, glaring at Edgin, who gulped slightly.

“It’s like dealing with a male version of Holga.” He muttered.

“What do you two want?” Sandor asked.

“We just saw you, that’s all.” Vi shrugged.

“Well, best be on your way then.”

“Uh yeah, I’m Edgin Darvis,” he held out his hand. “I work with Tyrion.”

“And what exactly is it that you do?” the Hound raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a plan maker,” Edgin smirked. “I make plans.”

“That’s it?”

“Well if the plan fails, I just make a new one.”

“So you make plans that fail?”

“He also plays the flute.” Vi interjected, struggling not to laugh.

“Vi, not helpful!” Edgin glared at her.

“Whatever, just stay out of my way.” Sandor pushed past them and walked away.

“Charming fellow.” Vi quipped.

“Yeah, he’s worse than Holga.”

“Wasn’t she the woman you were with?” Vi asked, remembering him telling her briefly of Holga Kilgore and Simon Aumar.

“Yep, Holga Kilgore, barbarian of the Elk Tribe in the north of Faerun. She reminds me of my wife...before she died.” He confirmed, sighing. Vi noticed this and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Sounds like a lovely place.”

“Faerun has its charms…sometimes.”

She chuckled. “Sounds a lot like Runeterra.”

The North

Sekiro slashed a soldier across the throat, blood spraying onto the grass, staining it red. Nearby, Druss the Legend swung his ax and cleaved another through the ribs, dropping him.

“That should be the last of ‘em.” Druss said, wiping the silver axe blades on the grass.

“Agreed,” Sekiro sheathed his katana. “Hopefully no more soldiers until we find Tywin.”

“You’re a strong fighter, laddie,” Druss commented. “Few have kept up with me in battle and actually made me not hold back.”

The Japanese man gave a savage grin. “You are not too bad yourself, for a sixty year old man.”

“Truth be told, I haven’t fought in nearly 15 years.”

“And yet you still managed to keep up with me.” Sekiro said, impressed.

“I had an old friend, Sieban the Poet. He told me that the Devil himself would have to bind me in chains and drag me into the Underworld, because I wouldn’t go willingly.”

“I’m inclined to agree with him.”

Druss looked over at the younger man.

“Are you sure Tywin thinks I’m dead?”

“Not for long,” Sekiro admitted. “Scouts will have undoubtedly made their way to Casterly Rock and informed him of our whereabouts.”

“Which means we have to fight through an entire army.” Druss noted.

Sekiro sheathed another short sword.

“Alone, we may fail. But together, we can triumph.”

The Vale

Bane walked behind as Xenk Yendar marched forward towards the castle, unrelenting in his footsteps.

All the while, the Rigante man watched his new companion carefully. He was a killer, that much he could tell, and given the number of weapons strapped to him, clearly a very good killer.

But there was also a grace he carried himself with and a calmness that made even Bane feel at ease.

“Where are we going?” he called out.

Without looking back, Xenk replied. “To seek out Lysa Tully-Arryn.”

“For what purpose?”

“She may be very useful in the coming days, provided I can restore her sanity and convince her to help us.”

“What threat? I heard stories of undead in the north, is that it?”

“No, believe me, the undead here are the least of our worries,” Xenk replied. “Our greatest foe may be the Great Other, the entity which created the White Walkers.”

Bane frowned in confusion but didn’t say anything, opting to follow the paladin towards the gates of the castle.

“Halt! State your purpose!” one guard commanded.

“My name is Xenk Yendar,” he calmly introduced himself. “I seek an audience with Lady Lysa.”

“No one is allowed to enter the castle, by order of Lady Arryn herself.”

Xenk looked at them blankly.

“Gentlemen, I was hoping not to do this, but this is a matter of grave importance. I must speak with Lady Arryn immediately.”

The two guards traded looks, almost as if they were under a trance.

“You may enter, but your friend stays.” The guard pointed at Bane who growled.

“He must come with me, for he too is important for this.”

Without waiting for a response, Xenk marched forward and into the castle. After a few moments, Bane shrugged and followed him.

People inside the palace briefly stopped and stared at Xenk and Bane in surprise, though the former ignored everyone and marched towards the throne room.

Xenk pushed the doors open and strode inside. Sitting on the throne, Lysa Tully stared at the newcomers with surprise, while the knights drew their blades.

“Leave now!” a knight demanded.

“I mean no harm, I am merely here to speak to Lady Aryn.”

“You shall not lay a hand on her!” a handsome knight charged at him. Xenk drew his blade in a flash and blocked a strike, smacking him in the back of the head.

“Bane, please handle them, I must help her.”

Bane drew his own sword and leapt to counter a strike, the swords clanging. Xenk pushed past the others to where Lysa was glaring at him with hatred.

“I will have you killed for this.” She stormed.

“None shall die today my lady.” Xenk replied sombrely. A knight rushed at him but he back-handed him without even looking.

Nearby, Bane deflected a sword strike and spun, slicing the knight across the throat, dropping him.

Bane rolled across the floor and picked up a fallen sword, duel-wielding weapons as he blocked and avoided blows.

Lysa drew a dagger and tried to stab Xenk but he gripped her hand with such force she yelped and dropped the dagger.

“Look into my mind.” He commanded. The symbol on his forehead glowed and Lysa felt her vision swimming.

She opened her eyes to find herself atop a massive tower with hundreds of people and many bald men and women in red robes surrounding them. They were chanting in a language she did not understand.

Lysa watched as one of the men, a man that looked like he was a corpse, with sunken eye sockets and a shrunken nose floated in the air with a horn in his hand. Red tendrils floated down and towards the horn.

The tendrils entered the horn and exited as a spray of red mist. People tried screaming and fleeing, but the other robed people conjured magical shields to block the attacks.

People dropped like flies, frothing at the mouth as their eyes glowed and changed. A young boy screamed and sprinted as people fell down and writhed in pain.

Lysa gasped as her eyes opened. She stared at Xenk who had a haunted look on his face.

“That…was you!” she realized.

“Aye, once upon a time.” He confirmed. For the first time in a long time, Lysa felt her heart break.

“You poor, poor man.” She whispered.

“I do not need your sympathy, my lady, but I do need your help to stop a threat that will destroy this world.” Xenk said.

Nearby, Bane and disposed of the knights, a large cut on his arm. His chest heaved with exhaustion and he looked at Xenk expectantly.

Lysa stood up and both men watched her wearily. She looked down, torn between decisions.

Deep down, she remembered how scared the boy was, and now he had grown. Finally, she looked up.

“What do you want me to do?”

“We must find Renly Baratheon, for he too will be of service to stopping this.” Xenk sheathed his sword while Bane dropped his second sword.

“And we must make haste.”

Dragonstone

“Are these all the pistols?” Stannis Baratheon asked Lady Maria.

“Yes, these were all I could forge.” She nodded.

“Well, this is gonna be fun.” Bryce Quinlan smirked.

“We will sail for King’s Landing in four days.” Stannis said.

“And we’ll be there.” Maria laid a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Bryce raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

“We’re in the shit now.” Bryce muttered.

Beyond the Wall

“We have to get Rhi back!”

Ridoc paced up and down, sweating despite the icy wind blowing.

“And we will,” Jon Snow assured, placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s my friend too.”

Normally Ridoc would have teased Jon about him calling her his friend, but he was way too stressed for this.

“All right, let’s go!”

King’s Landing, the Red Keep

Edgin, Vi, Tyrion, Varys and Bronn were discussing the last of the battle plans for Stannis’ invasion.

“What do you mean, Tywin’s army isn’t coming to help?” Vi frowned.

“Two men, an axeman and a swordsman have killed hundreds of my father’s men and he’s ordered all forces to hunt them.” Tyrion said grimly.

“Well we’re fucked.” Bronn admitted.

“We can’t give up now.” Edgin said firmly.

“Gods, aren’t you sick of failing?” Bronn snapped.

“No! That’s the whole point!” Edgin stood up. “We must never stop failing or else, we’ve failed!”

“What?” Varys asked in confusion.

Edgin sighed and looked at everyone.

“Look, none of us can say that our lives have gone the way we’d hoped for.”

He looked at Tyrion. “I mean, you were born with a birth defect and this caused your family to ostracize you, and if you quit now, that’s in stone.”

Edgin looked at Vi. “And Vi, you’re a petty fighter masquerading as a pettier thief. You failed to save your family and if you quit now, you’re only continuing the pattern. What, are you gonna leave and go somewhere else?”

“It’s better than dying.” The pinkette retorted.

He raised an eyebrow. “There’s worse things than dying.”

Edgin turned his attention to Varys. “And Varys, I don’t know you very well, but you seem to be a very intelligent man and I’m sure the last thing you want to do is know that you could have made a difference but you walked away.”

Finally, he looked at Bronn. “Bronn, I don’t really like you, but if you walk away now, you lose money.”

He shrugged and glared.

“And what about you, Edgin?” he snapped. “You’re quick to call us failures, what about you?”

“Me?” Edgin laughed. “I’m the champion of failures! I lost everything that ever mattered to me and it was all my fault!”

Vi, Tyrion, Varys and Bronn frowned in confusion.

“Ed, what are you talking about?” Vi asked gently.

“You wanna know who really killed my wife?” Edgin asked finally. “I did. I decided that we deserved a better life than a Harper’s Oath would allow us. But what I didn’t know was that Thayan Red Wizards marked their treasure. I led them right to my door. I didn’t even have the good luck to be home when they got there.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at that and Vi looked at him with both respect and sympathy.

Edgin continued. “I failed my Oath, I failed my family, I’ve failed all of you. Which is exactly why I can’t quit! So if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna sit down over there and think of a plan!”

Edgin marched over to a chair by the window and sat down, putting his head in his hands.

He heard a sound and looked up to see Vi standing there, hands in the pockets of her jacket.

“Move over.” She ordered. Edgin looked up at her with appreciation and grabbed a chair and pulled it next to him. Vi sat down and looked down.

Tyrion walked over next and sat on a chair as well. He placed a hand on Edgin’s shoulder and he nodded.

Varys stood up next and walked over, sitting down next to Tyrion.

Everyone looked over at Bronn who groaned and walked over.

“I would sit, but there’s no other chairs.”

Tyrion chuckled lightly.

“What if we defend the bay somehow?” Vi spoke.

“We already went over this; we don’t have enough men to do this.” Edgin shook his head.

“No, I’m talking about sinking the ships before they even reach land,” she said. “Tyrion, didn’t you say you had napalm?”

“Yes, we have a store of it.” He nodded before his eyes widened. “You’re planning on burning the water aren’t you?”

“And sinking the ships,” Varys caught on to the plan.

“And we can have bowmen stationed on the walls to shoot down any that make on land.” Edgin finished.

“Exactly!” Vi tapped his shoulder.

“Vi, I could kiss you.” Edgin smiled.

“Try it.” She snapped.

Edgin stood up.

“Well, let’s get to work. We have a city to save.”

Outside the planet, a being wearing red robes with white fur and a strange mask observed it.

“BONG!” Bard, the Wandering Caretaker opened a portal through space and time, ready for the end.

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Casterly Rock

Sekiro hacked another soldier, cleaving his head clean off. Nearby, Druss the Legend lifted two soldiers and slammed them through a stone wall.

“I haven’t had this much fun in years.” Sekiro chuckled.

Druss laughed. “Aye, laddie, it’s good to be back.”

Another soldier tried to attack but Druss knocked him down with a single punch.

“We’re close, Tywin’s quarters are nearby.” Sekiro said.

Druss chuckled eagerly. One soldier yelled and tried to attack only for Druss to smash his head into the man’s face, denting the metal and breaking his nose.

Sekiro easily disembowelled a charging soldier with his katana before wrenching the blade free and slashing his throat.

At that moment, a gigantic man stepped into their path. He towered over even Druss, making the two men look like ants in comparison.

“Oh it’s you!” Sekiro smirked. “This is Gregor Clegane, also known as The Mountain. He’s one of Tywin’s minions.”

Druss laid a hand on Sekiro’s shoulder. “I’ll handle him laddie, go kill Tywin.”

Sekiro nodded and took off past Gregor. The Mountain turned to face Druss with a sneer.

“You are weak, old man,” he rumbled. “I always did enjoy killing greybeards.”

Druss gave Snaga a twirl. “Well come then you whoreson, let’s see what you can do.”

Gregor roared in anger and charged, swinging his greatsword. Druss ducked under the strike and winced, the arthritic pain in his knees slowing him down.

He brought Snaga up to block, the metal clanging against Gregor’s sword. As they struggled, Gregor’s knee came up and smashed into Druss’ face, catapulting him backwards as Snaga fell from his grip.

He crashed to the ground, spitting blood.

The Stormlands

Xenk Yendar, Bane the Midnight Falcon and Lysa Tully-Arryn made their way into a war camp.

“Why do we need Renly’s help?” Lysa asked curiously. She was meeker now since she had seen into Xenk’s memories.

“He is someone whose help we shall need to save this world and another. That, and if we do not help him, he will die tonight.”

“What?” Bane stopped.

“The Priestess Melisandre has sent a powerful ghost like being to kill Renly,” Xenk explained calmly. “We are the only ones who can stop it.”

“Oh that’s just great.” The Midnight Falcon muttered.

Lysa was silent but she swallowed thickly.

“Can we…stop it?” she asked.

“I can,” he replied. “My blade is forged from an ancient metal found in the nation of Tymanther on Toril, it can cleave through the supernatural.”

The trio strode through the war camp and opened a tent flap at the centre. Renly Baratheon, Catelyn Tully-Stark and Brienne of Tarth turned around in surprise.

“Who are you and how did you get in?!” Renly demanded, standing up.

Xenk raised a hand. “Peace, Renly Baratheon. My name is Xenk Yendar. These are my companions, Bane the Bastard of Rigant and as I’m sure you already know, Lady Lysa.”

Renly looked at her in surprise. “Lady Lysa, I have not seen you in many years. How are you?”

“I’ve had better days.” She smiled thinly.

Catelyn embraced her sister and the two hugged tightly.

Renly looked back at Xenk. “Where are you from? Your accent is unlike one I have ever heard before.”

“I am from a different world, called Toril.” He said bluntly, making Renly, Brienne and Catelyn look at him in surprise.

“What?” Renly choked. “You are joking, right? That’s not possible.”

“He’s telling the truth, Ren,” Lysa said quietly. “He is indeed from a different world. So is he.” She motioned to Bane who was eying Brienne out.

“Something on my face?” she asked.

Bane smirked. “I’m just not used to seeing woman warriors, that’s all.”

“I’m sure.” She rolled her eyes.

Renly looked at Xenk. “If I am to believe this, why are you here?”

“Because I need your help to save this world and another from that which can only end with such fury.” He replied.

Bane suddenly shivered, feeling the temperature in the tent drop unnaturally. His hand moved to his sheathed sword.

Xenk locked eyes with Renly and smiled. “It is here.”

“What is?” Catelyn asked in confusion.

The tent flap suddenly burst open and a dark figure that resembled Stannis Baratheon entered, moving towards Renly.

Faster than any of them could see, Xenk drew his sword, golden runes igniting along the length of the blade.

He spun and blocked a blade strike from the figure.

“Not this time.” He smirked.

Xenk struck with his blade a few times, the figure barely avoiding them. Xenk spun and elbowed it in the face, making it stumble and crash into a nearby table.

Bane and Brienne drew their swords and moved to attack but Xenk raised a hand.

“This is my fight.” He ordered.

The figure roared and attacked but Xenk easily avoided and he slashed it across the side, making it stumble.

As it attacked again, Xenk gripped the figure’s arm and drove his sword through it’s throat.

It gagged and burst into shadow, fading in the candlelight.

Bane, Brienne, Renly, Lysa and Catelyn all stared in shock at what just happened. Xenk sheathed his blade and turned to face them.

“Y-you saved my life.” Renly gaped. “Thank you!”

He nodded. “Not a problem.”

“Is there any way I can repay you?” he asked.

Xenk smiled. “You can help me save this world.”

“From what?”

“The Great Other.”

Brienne and Catelyn traded looks.

“I thought that was a fairytail.” The former said.

“Oh it is very much real…and coming for this world.”

“Yep, that’s it.” Bane muttered sarcastically.

“How do we stop it?” Catelyn asked.

“Together,” Xenk revealed. “There are a few relics we must acquire in order to make a weapon strong enough to kill it.”

“And you need my help?” Renly confirmed.

“Yes, and we must make haste. We do not have much time left and there are a few stops we must make first.”

“Where do we begin?” Brienne asked.

“Not you, my lady, you must stay here.”

“I’m not letting Lord Renly go alone.” She argued.

“And I respect your dedication, but you are needed elsewhere.” Xenk said calmly.

“Where?” she asked furiously.

“In the north, with Robb Stark,” he replied. “Help him.”

“Lady Brienne, I release you from your service.” Renly placed a hand on her shoulder.

She looked like she wanted to protest, but simply sighed.

“Okay.”

“Protect Lady Catelyn with your life,” Renly said. “That is my final command to you.”

The fire returned to her eyes and she nodded.

“I will.” She vowed.

Xenk began chanting as a portal formed. “We must go.”

Lysa hugged Catelyn one last time before she followed Bane, Renly and Xenk into the portal which closed behind them.

Beyond the Wall

Rhiannon Matthias coughed up some blood as she placed her head on the stone cold floor. Her legs shook with pain and she felt much weaker than before.

“Feel that?” the Night King’s cold voice rang above her. “That’s your life force draining. Within the hour you will be dead. Then, you will truly serve me.”

Rhiannon’s blood ran cold on hearing that. Her, undead? No, that was NOT going to happen.

She closed her eyes and tried channelling magical power into her blood. A grin slowly formed across her face. She still had some.

As the Night King leered over her, Rhiannon smashed the crown of her head into his chin, knocking him backwards.

She roared and her chains broke with a snap. She tried to run-

And fell over. It felt like her legs were constructed out of jelly. She tried to move but her legs wobbled.

The Night King chuckled. “You see, Riri, there is only a little life force left in your blood. You couldn’t kill me even if you tried.”

Rhiannon’s blood boiled. “Don’t you ever call me Riri!”

She channelled more magic into her blood and slowly felt her strength return. She hurled a punch-

Only for the Night King to catch it. He wrenched her wrist upwards, making her yelp in pain, and then head-butted her.

Rhiannon fell to the ground and rolled. Slowly, she staggered up, her very bones feeling brittle.

With a roar, she leapt and tackled the Night King.

They vanished into thin air.

Earth-712

Rhiannon and the Night King crashed into a park, the former slamming into a tree. She winced. Something was definitely broken.

The Night King strode towards her and lifted her up by her braids, making her wince. He punched her twice in the face, breaking her nose.

“Hey, dumbass!”

The Night King turned, only to see a…blue bird looking creature and…a squirrel?!

“Let that woman go!” Mordecai demanded.

“Yeah!” Rigby said in agreement.

The Night King stared at them, puzzled.

“What even are you?”

“We’re the ones who will kick your ass.” Rigby smirked.

Rhiannon stared at them in disbelief. “Run, you idiots!”

SMACK!

The Night King went flying and smashed into a car, falling down. He looked up in surprise to see a short green-skinned man with a pot-belly.

“You know who else likes beating weird looking guys?” Muscle Man asked in a nasally tone. “My mom!”

“What?” the Night King was even more confused.

“He says that all the time, don’t worry,” Mordecai assured. “Now back to beating your frozen ass.”

Rigby charged and bit into the Night King’s neck, his teeth cleaving through the ice. Rhiannon stared in pure shock. Who or what were these guys?

Mordecai began beating the Night King with a baseball bat, making her jaw drop.

The Night King managed to push them off and Rhiannon surged up, tackling him. The two vanished into thin air again.

Mordecai, Rigby and Muscle Man stared at the spot where the pair had been, dumbfounded.

“Dude, Benson’s gonna be so mad.” Mordecai muttered.

Earth-999

Rhiannon and the Night King landed on a concrete road, the former groaning in pain. As she groggily looked up, her eyes widened.

“…Is that a fucking chicken?!”

Indeed it was, a humanoid chicken was fist-fighting what appeared to be a fat man wearing green pants and a white shirt that was clearly too small for him.

Peter Griffin was battling Ernie the Giant Chicken, the two trading blows. As they fought, they quickly moved towards Rhiannon and the Night King who were stunned by what they were seeing.

As Peter punched, Ernie ducked and he slugged the Night King instead. The Undead king glared in anger and punched Peter, only for Ernie to pick him up and slam him into Rhiannon, knocking them both down.

Rhiannon angrily got up and hurled a punch that knocked Ernie back before Peter spin-kicked her in the face.

He looked at the camera and said. “Roadhouse!”

The Night King punched Ernie before the chicken picked up a nearby mailbox and hit him twice over the head with it.

Rhiannon kneed Peter in the face before he threw her into Ernie, knocking them both down.

The Night King got up only for Peter to roundhouse kick him twice in the face before pulling him in and kneeing him twice in the face.

Ernie tackled Peter, Rhiannon and the Night King, the three of them tumbling into a nearby Ferris wheel.

Rhiannon uppercutted Ernie in the crotch, making the chicken sqeek before it was silenced by a punch from the Night King.

Peter grabbed the Night King in a chokehold from behind and proceeded to elbow him twice in the face from the top.

Rhiannon punched the Night King in the face and kneed him in the gut before Ernie slammed her head onto the railing.

The Ferris wheel broke and rolled out the park and down the street, flattening cars and killing people.

All the while, Rhiannon, the Night King, Peter and Ernie continued fighting.

Stewie and Brian Griffin watched, the former in annoyance and the latter in horror.

“Boy, the fat man’s really going at it.” Stewie said in a bored tone.

“Oh my God!” Brian said in horror.

Nearby, a woman dressed in a Ghostface outfit ran, screaming. Behind her, Glenn Quagmire emerged, moving like a crab.

“AHHH!” the Ghostface woman screamed and ran.

“Giggity-giggity, crabity!” Quagmire moved like a crab after her.

Rhiannon, Peter, Ernie and the Night King continued fighting, as Peter slammed the Night King’s head through a wall and Ernie drop-kicked him through it.

The Night King roared as he unleashed an icy wind-

Only for Peter, Rhiannon and Ernie to punch him at the same time. Rhiannon tackled the Night King and they vanished into thin air.

Earth-20010

Rhiannon and the Night King crashed through a wall inside a school, the two continuing to fight.

“What the fuck?!”

Jade West stared in sheer annoyance. Nearby, Cat Valentine screamed and Beck Oliver scrambled to his feet.

Tori Vega and Andre Harris burst into the area, staring in shock. Rhiannon and the Night King punched each other before she kneed him in the gut.

“Nah screw this, I’m out!” Andre threw his hands up.

“Holy shit!” Tori’s eyes widened.

The Night King shoved Rhiannon into a wall but she flipped and kicked him in the face before firing a burst of flame that he barely avoided. The Night King pummelled Rhiannon’s face, making her bleed as she fell down. She grabbed his legs and fired a burst of flame, making him roar in pain before he kicked her off and she slammed into a wall, falling down.

Tori hurled a barrel at him before Beck tried to punch. Jade ducked under his hit and tried to attack but he blocked.

As the Night King knocked her down, Cat hurled a beer bottle that he avoided. As he glared and prepared to unleash an icy wind, Rhiannon tackled him and they vanished into thin air again.

“We’re not getting paid for this shit.” Beck said in a deadpan voice.

Planetos, Westeros, Beyond the Wall

Rhiannon and the Night King crashed onto an icy ground. She groaned, her right arm fractured.

“Come on,” Rhiannon slurred as she staggered up. “I can go all day.”

With that, they prepared to battle each other.

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, Casterly Rock

Druss the Legend groaned as Gregor Clegane hurled him through a wall. The old man crashed to the ground, some of his ribs broken and his body aching in pain.

Gregor stomped towards him. “You die today, old man!”

He picked Druss up with one hand and slammed him onto the ground, making the Axeman spit out blood. Snaga lay a few feet away.

Druss blocked a downward punch from Gregor and punched him back, making The Mountain stumble.

Druss slowly got back up and got into a crouch. As Gregor roared and charged, Druss bucked his knees together and caught him by the legs, throwing him over him with a mighty roar.

Gregor crashed to the ground, groaning and surprised by the attack.

Sekiro hacked down soldiers left and right, two katanas in his hands now. As a soldier attacked with a spear, Sekiro sliced his hand clean off before stabbing him in the throat.

He easily dodged a sword strike and rammed both his katanas into the man’s belly, lifting him up and throwing him down a flight of stairs.

He continued marching to confront Tywin Lannister.

Toril, Faerun, Sword Coast, Waterdeep

A portal opened and Xenk Yendar, Bane the Midnight Falcon, Renly Baratheon and Lysa Tully-Arryn exited, looking around.

“Where are we?” Renly wondered.

“We are on my homeworld of Toril,” Xenk revealed. “Specifically on the continent of Faerun, in the western region known as the Sword Coast.”

“What is this place?” Bane looked ahead to the city.

“Welcome to Waterdeep, the City of Splendors.” Xenk revealed proudly.

Bane, Renly and Lysa stared at the city in awe. It was massive and surrounded by a deep harbour, with rolling waves in the distance.

To Renly and Lysa it wasn’t the most impressive city they had seen, but it was definitely a nice view.

“Why are we here?” Bane asked.

“Because in order to achieve our objective, we must seek the aid of some old friends of mine.” Xenk said, walking through the gates and into Waterdeep.

Many people shot them strange looks, as they followed Xenk.

“What language are they speaking?” Lysa asked.

“Chondathan,” Xenk revealed. “It was spoken in the kingdom of Chondath many miles from here, at least prior to its destruction in the Spellplague a century ago.”

“Spellplague?” Renly asked.

“Two of our gods, Bane and Cyric slew the Goddess of the Weave, Mystria, thus unleashing a catastrophic wave of energy that destroyed entire lands and nations. Chondath was among the nations that fell, alongside the city-states of Lapplylia down in the far south.”

“Motherfucker…” Bane trailed off in shock.

Xenk lead them into a large wooden and brick house and opened the door. Bane, Renly and Lysa traded looks before following him in.

As Xenk walked, a knife flew out of nowhere and impaled the wall next to his head. Instantly, Bane drew his sword as Renly drew his hammer as well.

“Damn it, Yendar, I told you not to surprise me like that.” An accented voice spoke in a language none of them had heard before.

Xenk looked past to see a young dark-haired woman wearing a knife-belt walk up to him with an annoyed look.

“Nissa, long time no see.” He chuckled, speaking the same language. The woman grinned.

“I was wondering when you’d come visit. I heard you were helping the Harpers in Morbryn’s Shield.” She replied.

Bane coughed. “I don’t mean to interrupt your little reunion here, but we have no idea what you are saying.”

Xenk turned to Nissa. “My companions here do not speak Amnian, or Chondathan, or any of the languages of Faerun. I think it is best we speak Common.”

Nissa shrugged. “Fine by me.” She looked at the trio curiously.

“What the hell is that fucking noise?!” an annoyed voice yelled from upstairs.

“Yendar is here!” Nissa yelled back. “And he’s brought new friends of his.”

The sound of running footsteps thudded and someone practically leapt downstairs. It was a stunningly attractive blonde-haired woman with her honey-blonde hair in a ponytail. A hand axe dangled from the side of her belt.

“Yendar!” she greeted. “Long time no see! It’s been what, five years?”

“Three years, seven months and twelve days, actually,” he corrected. “I must ask however, that we commune in Common, for my new companions here do not speak any of the languages of Faerun.”

The blonde woman looked past him to see Bane, Renly and Lysa, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Well you certainly know how to pick them,” she commented. “Why are they here?”

“We need your help locating a certain individual,” Xenk said. “Where is Sashan?”

As if on cue, an arrow thudded into the ground next to him. Bane leapt back, his sword flashing into the air as Renly growled, hammer ready and Lysa had drawn her own dagger.

Xenk smiled thinly. “Sashan, you’re getting cocky.”

“Or you’re getting slow, old man.” A female voice taunted above him. A young woman, slightly older than Nissa and the blonde woman landed on the ground, her bow at the ready. Next to her was a blonde haired woman in her early thirties.

The archer grinned. “I heard everything, Yendar.”

“In that case, no point in explaining everything twice.” He shrugged. “Lady Silverhand.”

“Yendar.” Laerel Silverhand nodded.

“Xenk, do you mind explaining what in the Seven Hells is going on?” Bane demanded.

He turned, unbothered. “Meet some old friends of mine, Nissa Balthis of Amn, Kalythra Xandos of Chessenta and Sashan Anlarra of Sembia. And of course, Lady Laerel Silverhand, the Lady Mage of Waterdeep.”

He gestured to Nissa, the blonde woman, the archer and the woman holding the staff respectively.

“And these,” he gestured to the trio. “Are my new companions- Bane the Midnight Falcon, Renly Baratheon and Lysa Tully-Arryn.”

Sashan raised an eyebrow. “They’re from another plane, right?”

“How did you know?” Renly asked in surprise.

“Wasn’t too hard to figure out,” she shrugged. “Your accents are not like anyone in Faerun. It sounds like you’re trying to speak in a really terrible Cormryn accent,” she looked at Bane. “You sound like those folks in Impiltur.”

“I have no idea where that is.” Bane shook his head.

“Figures you wouldn’t,” Kalythra began sharpening her ax. “What do you need, Yendar?”

“We need to find a way to reach Oerth.” He said.

At that, the three women stopped dead.

“You what?” Nissa choked.

“Why do you want to go to Oerth?” Sashan asked, puzzled.

“I need the aid of Mordenkainen.” Xenk replied.

“Mordenkainen?!” Kalythra couldn’t believe her ears. “The fuck?!”

“Who’s Mordenkainen?” Renly interrupted. “And what is Oerth?”

“Mordenkainen is one of the most powerful wizards to ever live in any world,” Xenk said. “And Oerth is the world he is from.”

“Oh this is wonderful,” Sashan muttered. “You should know better than most that Mordenkainen does not like visitors.”

“I do,” Xenk smiled thinly. “However, he will believe me.”

He looked at the Sembite archer. “You look tense.”

“Faerun is having a bad time,” Sashan admitted. “Thayan wizards are west of the Inner Sea, and worse, I heard the End Times shall begin soon.”

Xenk’s eyes actually widened for once. “Are you sure?”

“Elminster Aumar has vanished but before he left, he said that the Day of Doom will come for Toril,” she said. “It’s not looking well.”

“The what now?” Bane asked.

“An event fated to destroy Toril in the distant future.” Xenk explained.

“Oh lovely.” Renly muttered.

Nissa looked at them. “We can’t open the portal to Oerth and Roxie is not here.”

“I noticed,” Xenk looked around. “Where are the others? Roxie, Scar, Elhorn, Hasana, Luwana?”

“Elhorn is in Baldur’s Gate,” Kalythra explained. “I have no idea where Roxie and Scar are, and Hasana and Luwana went to Thindol.”

“Hmm,” Xenk hummed. “I guess we will need a mage to help us.”

“I can think of a few,” Sashan muttered. “I heard the richest men in Baldur’s Gate and Waterdeep were travelling to Neverwinter for the High Sun Games.”

“I always knew Forge was a prick.” Nissa muttered.

“Who?” Lysa asked.

“Forge Fitzwilliam, don’t know much about him except that he swooped in and took power in Neverwinter,” she explained. “I heard a rumour that he and his companion Sofina made Lord Neverember fall ill so they could claim power.”

“Oh, like the Lannisters.” Renly scoffed in disgust.

Kalythra looked at him curiously but didn’t say anything. She turned her attention to Xenk. “What’s the play here?”

“I know of someone in Mulhorand who was skilled in opening portals to other worlds,” he said. “Someone powerful.”

“Who’s this person?” Bane snorted. “Are they a friend or a foe?”

“Neither,” Xenk said calmly. “He will either help us, or…he will kill us.”

The sound in the room was deafening. No one made a move. Finally, Sashan burst into laughter.

“Ah, Yendar, you are full of surprises!” she grinned. “Only you would know of someone in the Old Empires.”

“Well,” Renly began. “What are we waiting for?”

“We can pass through the Underdark; it shall take us around five months to reach Mulhorand.” Xenk said.

“Not quite,” Nissa said, producing a small ruby. “This can get you there instantly.”

Xenk palmed the ruby, inspecting it.

“Where did you get this?”

“Swiped it off a dead wizard over in the Greypeaks.” She shrugged.

“This should work,” he looked at her. “You will not come with us?”

“No,” Kalythra spoke up. “We will head to other places. I am going to Baldur’s Gate. A friend of mine needs my help.”

“I will head back to Amn to see my family.” Nissa said.

“I obviously must stay in Waterdeep to govern the people.” Laerel said.

“And I was thinking of going to the Moonshae Isles,” Sashan said with a lopsided grin.

“Moonshae? Why?” Xenk frowned.

“I have an old friend there I want to see.” She said in a clipped tone that told the others it was a sensitive topic.

“Very well,” he nodded. “We shall be off-”

Before Xenk could finish his sentence, he, Bane, Lysa and Renly vanished in a burst of light.

Sashan had an annoyed look on her face. “Fucking Thayans, Gods, I hate them all.”

Kalythra groaned. “Well, I’m off. Cheers.”

Planetos, Westeros, Casterly Rock

Druss blocked a strike from Gregor and gave him a wild uppercut, making the larger man stumble.

The two began circling each other. Druss’ chest heaved and he had a cut on his cheek that was bleeding, staining his grey beard red.

Gregor ripped the last of his armour off, leaving him bare from the waist up. His muscles rippled as he flexed.

“You are weak, old man.” He sneered.

Druss hawked and spat onto the ground. “And you are a whoreson.”

He removed his bearskin jerkin, tossing it into a nearby stable. He too, was now bare from the waist up. Unlike Gregor, Druss’ skin was old and wrinkly, with a multitude of jagged scars crisscrossing his chest.

Druss gestured for Gregor to attack. With a roar, The Mountain charged at him. Druss leapt upwards to meet him, delivering a thunderous blow to his jaw.

Gregor staggered back and punched Druss, nearly flooring the Silver Slayer. He gripped Druss in a bear-hug and began squeezing. Druss roared as he felt his ribs begin cracking under the impression.

He reared his head back and slammed it into Gregor’s face, shattering his nose. Gregor dropped Druss and staggered back, pulling his hands to his nose. When he removed them, his nose was twisted at an ugly angle and his hands were coated with blood.

“RGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Gregor charged and tackled Druss, slamming him through a wooden wall as Druss beat his back weakly, attempting to fight back.

Gregor rammed him through multiple walls before throwing him down. As he raised his foot to stomp, Druss caught his leg and hurled him onto the ground.

Despite the burning pain, Druss climbed up and began punching him viciously. He roared, slamming blow after blow into Gregor’s back and head.

Gregor’s hand lashed out to grab Druss’ long beard, making him roar in pain. He head-butted Druss, actually making him fly back a few feet.

Druss hit the ground hard and lay there, groaning in pain.

Oerth

Bright light faded and Xenk, Bane, Renly and Lysa stood there, looking around in shock. They were in some sort of tower, and near mountains.

“Yendar.” A deep voice interrupted.

All of them turned to see a tall bald man wearing blue robes and carrying a staff walk towards them.

Xenk relaxed. “Mordenkainen.”

Bane, Lysa and Renly, who were on edge, relaxed too.

“I hear you were looking for me. I hope it is not about my Helm, because I told you, I don’t want anything to do with it.”

“No it is not,” Xenk said. “I need your help to open a portal to where the Burning Legion attack.”

Mordenkainen looked up at him. “The Burning Legion? THAT world? What for?”

“There is an artefact there that can kill the Lord of Darkness.”

“Ah, so it is true, the Great Other has returned.”

“Indeed, and we must stop him before both Toril and Oerth fall.”

“Very well,” Mordenkainen nodded. “I shall help you. However, I request a favour in return.”

“Name your price.”

Mordenkainen reached into his robe, pulling out a scroll. “I need you to go to Runeterra and deliver this to some…associates of mine.”

“Who?” Xenk asked as he took the scroll.

“Emilia LeBlanc and Vladimir.”

Xenk froze. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Bane spoke up. “What’s ‘oh’?”

“You’ll see,” Xenk said. “Very well, I shall deliver it.”

Mordenkainen tapped his staff on the ground and a portal opened. “This shall take where you need to go.”

Xenk looked back. “Shall we?”

“Oh screw it.” Bane groaned, following Xenk with Renly and Lysa behind him.

Runeterra, Noxus

The portal opened and Xenk, Bane, Renly and Lysa exited.

“Be on guard,” Xenk said, a hand on his sword. “The people we are meeting are dangerous.”

“Is that anyway to talk about an old friend?” a haughty female voice said, seeming to come from everywhere.

Xenk drew his sword and spun around, his blade aimed at the throat of a stunningly attractive woman with blue hair.

She regarded him with an amused look.

“Nice to meet you again, Xenk Yendar.”

“Emilia.” Xenk regarded her coldly. Renly had drawn his hammer while Bane had his sword ready.

“You know I hate that name.” Emilia LeBlanc rolled her eyes.

“Where is Vladimir?”

“Right here.”

All turned to see a tall man wearing red robes and with shock white hair emerge from the shadows.

“I did not think I would see you again, Yendar.”

“I was not intending to return to Noxus anytime soon.”

Vladimir looked at the others. “And who are your delicious new friends?”

“Bane the Midnight Falcon, Renly Baratheon and Lysa Tully-Arryn.” Xenk introduced them.

LeBlanc raised an eyebrow. “A man from Rigant and two people from Planetos…who could have guessed?”

Bane whipped around. “Rigant?”

“That is the name of your world, boy, though whether the lands of the Rigante were named after the world or the world named after the Rigante, not even I know.” She shrugged.

Xenk handed her the scroll. “Mordenkainen asked me to give this to you.”

LeBlanc accepted it as Vladimir walked beside her.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “This is…acceptable.”

Xenk eyed her. It almost seemed as if LeBlanc was afraid of something.

She sighed, suddenly looking weary. “He will come. And none shall stop him.”

“What?” Renly asked in confusion, but she waved him off.

“No worries,” LeBlanc waved him off. She opened a portal. “Good day, and I will probably be seeing at least one or two of you down the road.”

Xenk nodded before backing into the portal, the others following him.

Planetos, Westeros, Casterly Rock

Druss blocked another strike from Gregor and punched him, cracking a rib. The Mountain staggered back, roaring in pain.

Druss’ chest was now bleeding heavily from a multitude of cuts and wounds and the old man stumbled forward, almost about to collapse.

“Come on, you son of a whore!” he roared, head-butting Gregor hard. He recovered and kicked Druss, staggering him back.

And then grabbing Gregor’s foot, he slammed him on the ground again with all his strength, making stone break from the sheer impact.

Druss then roared as he channelled all his strength and hurled Gregot through a wall, bringing the debris down on him.

Smirking, he turned to walk away but Gregor ran out and grabbing Druss, slammed him down before punching his head twice.

The third time, Druss put his arms up to defend himself, and then interlocked his fingers with Gregor.

The Captain of the Axe and The Mountain struggled against each other in a contest of strength as Druss stood up and both tried to overpower each other.

Gregor then lifted the smaller Druss up by the hands and slammed him hard on the ground, making the stone break as some more of Deathwalker’s ribs shattered.

Gregor then hurled Druss through a cart, and before he could recover, Gregor leapt down upon him and pounded his face and chest hard many times once more.

Druss spat up some more blood as he uppercutted Gregor in the ribs, making him stagger back.

Staggering up, Druss nearly fell over.

“I’m too old for this crap.” He muttered.

Roaring, he charged and tackled Gregor, using all of his strength. Finally, he pushed Gregor back until The Mountain dug his heels into the ground, stopping the old man.

Gregor began raining blows into Druss’ face, making the old man kneel in pain. Druss reared his head and knocked Gregor back, before he swung a wild blow.

To Gregor, it felt like someone had smashed a brick into his face. Druss roared as he kept smashing his fists into Gregor’s face and chest, forcing the much taller man backwards.

Seeing a spike, Druss forced him backwards. He grabbed Gregor by the waist and roared as he lifted him up.

“For Drenan!”

He slammed Gregor onto the spike, impaling him through the chest. Gregor coughed up blood as he stared at the old man in hatred.

Staggering back, Druss saw Snaga lying on the ground nearby. He nearly fell over from pain and exhaustion as he picked the axe up.

“You’re a strong fighter, laddie…but not strong enough.”

Druss swung his axe and decapitated Gregor ‘The Mountain’ Clegane with a single swing.

The head rolled onto the ground as Druss picked it up and impaled it on the spike where the rest of his body was still impaled.

Turning, blood spilt from his mouth as Druss the Legend walked away.

Inside the castle, Sekiro decapitated another guard with his sword before kicking a pair of doors open.

Tywin Lannister surged up, glaring at him.

“You slaughtered my men!” he growled.

Sekiro sheathed his katana and bowed, walking forward.

“I did.” He said simply.

Tywin glared. “You had a simple task- find and kill the Axeman, and then kill Robb Stark. Yet not only did you fail to do so, you joined forces with the Axeman instead!”

“Because I do not serve tyrants,” Sekiro snarled in anger. “I served one tyrant back in my world and I refused to serve another.”

“So what now?” Tywin snorted derisively. “You are going to kill me now. And then what?”

Sekiro shrugged. “Don’t know; probably find a way back to my world. But I do not need your help to do so.”

He drew a small katana from his side and tossed it onto the desk.

“In my land, there is something called Seppuku. Honourable suicide,” Sekiro said. “Cut yourself open and bleed to death.”

Tywin gave him a look of disgust. “And pray tell, why would I do that?”

“Because, Lord Tywin, I am giving you one last opportunity to die with dignity and honor. Because should you refuse, I will give you a much more painful death.”

Tywin gave him a look of defiance. “I will die on my feet, not on my knees like some peasent.”

Sekiro nodded, expecting such an answer.

“Very well,” he drew his katana. “Before you die, are there any deities or spirits you wish to pray to?”

Tywin glared. “None.”

Without another word, Sekiro stepped forward.

SLICH!

He cut off Tywin’s left arm. The useless limb fell to the ground, blood spurting everywhere. Tywin’s eyes widened.

For the first time in a very long time, he felt true fear.

SLICH!

Sekiro chopped off Tywin’s right arm as he fell back against the wall, eyes wide in fear.

He looked up. The last thing Tywin Lannister saw was Sekiro bringing the katana down on his neck.

Then it was black.

Sekiro watched as Tywin’s head flopped onto the ground, the rest of his body toppling as well.

He cleaned the blood and sheathed his sword.

“Come out, Arya, it’s safe now.”

From the corner, a young girl in her early teens with messy hair emerged, eyes wide.

“Is he dead?” Arya Stark asked.

“Yes, for good,” Sekiro said, kneeling in front of her. “I am leaving now. Do you wish to come with me?”

Arya’s eyes briefly darted between Sekiro and the headless Tywin before she nodded.

“I need to go North and find my brother.” She said.

“My friend and I will take you there.” Sekiro promised.

“The Axeman?” Arya’s eyes widened again.

“Yes, we are friends.” Sekiro stood up held out his arms, both flesh and metal.

Arya took his hand as the two of them walked downstairs and out of Casterly Rock.

Druss stood there, having put his bearskin jerkin back on. His grey beard was stained with blood and his left eye was swollen shut from the beating he took from Gregor.

“Is he dead?” Sekiro asked.

“He’s missing a head, laddie, so yes.”

Sekiro chuckled. “Tywin is dead too.”

Druss’ eyes landed on Arya. “Who’s the girl?”

“Arya Stark, Robb’s sister,” Sekiro revealed. “I promised we’d take her to him.”

“I was thinking of going back there too.” Druss mused.

The trio walked out of Casterly Rock to where their horses were.

Druss picked Arya up and placed her on the horse.

“Where’s your horse?” she frowned.

Sekiro laughed, the sound rich and joyous.

“He is Druss the Legend, Mightiest of Men,” he mused. “He does not ride.”

Sekiro kicked his horse into a small trot with Arya beside him. Druss followed them on foot, more than able to keep up.

Sekiro and Druss traded small nods of respect.

Together, they were unbeatable.

Chapter Text

Planetos, Westeros, King’s Landing

Edgin Darvis strapped a pair of knives to his belt.

“Think these are too big for me?” he asked Vi.

She placed on a pair of bronze coloured brass knuckles, then looked at him.

“Eh, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she shrugged. “Are you sure you know how to use them?”

Edgin rolled his eyes. “I was a member of the Harpers, remember? Of course I know how to use weapons.”

He tilted his head. “How come you don’t have any? Just brass knuckles?”

Vi grinned. “I was never too fond of using weapons. My fists were my biggest allies. Plus…it reminds me of my dad.”

“Vander?” he guessed, remembering she had told him about Vander.

“Yes.” She nodded sombrely. Her thoughts drifted back to Caitlyn and Ekko…to Jinx, no, Powder.

Edgin saw this and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry, I promised I’d help you save your sister and your friends.”

Vi gave him a grateful look.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “And I made a promise too. I’ll help you rescue your daughter from Forge.”

Edgin smiled. “Not a problem, kiddo.”

“Kiddo?” her demeanour changed to one of annoyance. “I’m twenty-six years old.”

“And I’m forty-five, so yes; you are like a kid to me.”

Vi punched his shoulder lightly, while rolling her eyes. She was about to say something when the doors opened and Tyrion walked in.

“Ah good, you’re both ready,” he said. “Our scouts have reported that Stannis Baratheon will be here within the hour.”

He looked at Vi. “I hope you’re plan works.”

She grinned. “It will, trust me.”

“I do,” he nodded. “Shall we go?”

Edgin smirked. “Let’s go.”

Elsewhere, Sekiro rode with Arya sitting in the saddle in front of him. Next to them, Druss the Legend marched relentlessly. 

The North

Rhiannon lay on the ground, the ice around her soaked with blood. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

The Night King loomed above her, sword raised.

“Any last words?” he asked.

Rhiannon hawked and spat in his face. “Go to hell.”

The Night King’s undead eyes flashed with anger and he prepared to drive the blade into her chest.

BAM!

A burst of flame hit the Night King in the chest, sending him flying backwards. He looked up in shock.

“Yeah not today, asshat.”

Rhiannon looked up in shock, her eyes widening.

Ridoc Gamlyn stood there, his eyes glowing. Next to him, Jon Snow stood there, sword drawn, a glare on his face.

“Don’t touch her.” Jon growled.

The Night King snarled. “Ah, the last Targaryen son…have you come to die?”

“Not today.” Jon declared as he and Ridoc marched forward to fight him.

“We shall meet again, Targaryen…for I am reborn.” The Night King slammed his sword in ground and a great wall of ice was thrown up, sending the two men flying backwards.

When the wall receded, the Night King was gone.

“Motherfucker…” Ridoc groaned. Jon surged up and ran to Rhiannon’s side, kneeling by her.

“Hold on, don’t you dare die on me.” He commanded.

Rhiannon grinned through bloodied teeth. “I promise.”

“Well you got yourself in a hell of a pickle, eh, Riri?” Ridoc laughed and slapped her on the shoulder, making her cough up some blood.

Jon shot him a glare. “Maybe you should make yourself useful instead of aggravating her.”

Ridoc raised his hands in surrender. Rhiannon looked at Jon.

“I know the truth,” she gritted out. “Your father was the Rhaegar Targaryen. You…are the true King of Westeros.”

Jon nodded. “I assume the Night King told you?”

“Aye, he did. How do you know though? She asked.”

"Ridoc and I did our own investigation, I'll explain it to you later." He assured her.

Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet before kneeling in front of Jon.

“Jon Snow,” she began. “I pledge my service to you. I will follow you until I die or you release me from service.”

Ridoc’s jaw dropped and Jon stared at her in surprise.

“You will?” he asked.

She nodded. “I promise to. You saved my life, Jon, so I will follow you.”

He smiled, grateful. “Rhiannon Matthias, will you help me claim the throne of Westeros? And when we do, will you be my Hand of the King?”

Ridoc’s jaw dropped so far it almost hit the floor.

“Hand of the King?!” he sputtered. “What is happening?!”

Rhiannon ignore him and smiled. “I will be your Hand of the King.”

Jon extended his hand and she accepted, rising to her feet, despite being injured and tired.

He embraced her and the two hugged.

“Oh screw this!”

Ridoc threw his arms around the two of them, turning it into a group hug. Jon huffed but there was a small smile on his face and Rhiannon laughed.

Blackwater Bay

Stannis Baratheon and Lady Maria stood at the helm of the lead ship, staring out at King’s Landing in the distance.

“I believe these pistols will be useful.” Stannis said as he thumbed the one by his side.

Maria smiled thinly. “I hope so, it was difficult to teach the men how to not blow their own legs off.”

Stannis actually chuckled. “I believe that.”

He sobered and turned. “Maria, I…”

“Yes?” she cocked her head.

“We might die tonight.”

“What’s new?” she snorted.

“I just want to say, thank you for everything,” he said slowly, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

Maria listened intently, smiling.

“Thank you, old friend.” He held her hand tightly and she smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

“You won’t have to thank me.” She whispered.

Below deck, Davos Seaworth and Bryce Quinlan were preparing their pistols.

“Do you have pistols in your world, Lady Bryce?” Davos asked curiously.

Bryce giggled. “It’s just Bryce, calling me ‘Lady’ makes me feel old. As for your question, yes we do, but only the enforcers use them and they are enhanced by magic.”

Davos chuckled and nodded. “Very well, Bryce. Hmm, enforcers you say?”

Bryce’s face darkened. “Those bastards always think they can treat Fae however they want. Well not this time.”

Davos laid a hand on her shoulder. “I promised I would help you get back to your world and I intend to keep my promise.”

Bryce leaned into his touch and smiled. “Thank you, Lord Seaworth.”

“It’s just Davos.”

King’s Landing

Vi rolled her eyes as she heard Joffrey’s nasally voice speaking to Tyrion. She elbowed Edgin in the side.

“I swear one of these days, I’ll throw him from the fucking ramparts myself.” She muttered.

Edgin snorted. “Join the club.”

The two walked over to where Tyrion, Joffrey and Sandor were talking, alongside a messenger.

“My grandfather should be here soon with reinforcements.” Joffrey said.

The messenger coughed. “Sire, I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“Why not?”

The messenger shuffled awkwardly. “He is dead.”

Instantly the room went cold and Tyrion’s eyes widened in shock.

“My father is dead?” his jaw dropped. “How did this happen?”

“Reports from eyewitnesses said that a swordsman and the Axeman who is allied with Robb Stark in the North came to Casterly Rock and slaughtered everyone there…including The Mountain.”

Sandor’s eyes widened in shock. Who could have possibly killed his monster of a brother. He felt shock, awe and…relief. Relief that someone had finally put that monster down.

“Who could have possibly slain Ser Clegane?” Joffrey asked in fear.

“According to some who were there, the Axeman engaged The Mountain in single combat and slew him, impaling him on a spike and then cutting his head off.”

Now everyone was staring with their jaws dropped.

“And they slew my father?” Tyrion stuttered.

“Yes, and then took a young girl with them.” The messenger confirmed.

“Oh boy.” Edgin muttered to Vi who nodded, still in shock.

“So I suppose we’re on our own here.” She spoke up. Tyrion and Sandor nodded grimly and Joffrey stormed off in anger.

“Prick.” Vi spat.

She gripped Edgin’s hand tightly as everyone dispersed to make final preparations.

“We might die, you know that right?” Vi asked.

“I know,” Edgin admitted. “It’s the same question we in Faerun ask all the time- are you going to die today or make it out alive? You gotta conquer the monster in your head and then you’ll fly like a phoenix.”

Vi looked at him with a thin smile, some of her pink hair trailing down her face.

“Go bury your demons, Violet, and then we’ll fly together.”

She pressed her head against his shoulder and smiled. “Together.”

At that moment, Tyrion came rushing towards them. “They’re here!”

Stannis watched as some of his men took aim with their pistols and fired. The balls smashed into the wood and stone, shattering them effortlessly as those struck by the deadly hail of gunfire were killed instantly.

“Well Maria, you outdid yourself.” He commented to Maria who chuckled. She had taken off her brimmed hat, letting her silver hair flow freely.

“Well I aim to please.” She smirked.

Bryce and Davos were nearby and the former’s eyes glowed as she raised her hands. She fired a burst of flame-

But this was exactly what the defenders wanted.

WHOOSH!

A huge wall of fire erupted, destroying several ships. Men were set on fire and they leapt overboard from the ships into the water, screaming in pain.

This did nothing to alleviate the flames. The surface of the water was on fire now.

“Oh shit!” Bryce’s eyes were wide with fear and panic. Even the normally stoic Stannis and Maria were horrified.

“We’ll die if we keep going!” Stannis said urgently.

Maria chanted and punched the water. Instantly, the flames in front of them vanished, clearing a path through.

Within moments, the ship docked and Stannis, Maria, Bryce, Davos and others on the ship leapt off, charging into Blackwater Bay.

The doors to the Red Keep burst open and Sandor Clegane burst through, leading the army.

“Any man dies with a clean sword, I’LL RAPE HIS FUCKING CORPSE!!”

He chopped off a man’s head right after he said that.

“I hope he’s joking.” Edgin gulped.

“No, I don’t think he is.” Vi shook her head in amusement.

The pair walked outside and began punching and stabbing at any foe that attacked them.

Edgin ducked under a strike and proceeded to head-butt a foe in the face, knocking him back. He plunged a dagger into his enemy’s throat, killing him.

Vi shrugged off multiple attacks and hurled a series of punches that knocked two foes down rapidly.

She ducked to avoid a sword swing and slammed her fist into his side, sending him tumbling to the floor.

Maria drew her sword and decapitated the first opponent that charged at her. Nearby, Bryce fired a burst of flame from her hand that killed her opponent, charring him.

She charged right into the middle of the brawl, burning foes left and right.

“This girl…” Maria shook her head in amusement.

A round of gunshots rang out and the enemy line collapsed, limbs blown off.

Vi’s eyes widened in horror. “Since when do they have guns?!”

Edgin looked around, confused. “I have a feeling this won’t end well.”

As if on cue, a punch collided with his face and he cannoned onto the stone floor. Looking up, he saw Maria marching towards him.

Edgin stood up and balled his fists.

Maria chuckled. “This should be fun.”

She shrugged her cloak back and lashed out a punch that Edgin narrowly avoided. He tried to punch but Maria avoided and she punched him in the ribs, making him stagger back.

Bryce was burning some more enemy soldiers when she felt something and narrowly avoided a punch to the head.

Vi glared. “Not today, punk.”

Bryce’s anger flared and she leapt to attack though Vi blocked and struck her in the chest.

Bryce angrily tried to punch again but Vi caught both her hands. Pushing her back, she head-butted Bryce in the face, making the redhead fall back, groaning in pain.

Edgin and Maria continued fighting, until Edgin managed to trip Maria, sending her down.

He walked towards Maria, when the latter stuck her foot out, tripping Edgin.

Edgin then ducked twice to avoid two strikes and blocked the third one before punching Maria back, who simply smirked.

He then punched him again and blocked a strike and another before punching Maria's chest and face again.

He then gave Maria two brutal uppercuts, making her spit out blood. Edgin then smacked her with the back of his hand, sending her back and tried to punch again but she backed to avoid before being hit by the back of Edgin's hand again.

Edgin tried to punch again but Maria grabbed his hand. Edgin tried to punch with his other hand but Maria grabbed that too and lowered them, not letting go, before she head-butted Edgin hard, staggering him back and making him fall down.

Edgin spun and tried to kick but Maria backed to avoid.

Vi picked Bryce up and slammed her onto the stone ground, breaking part of it before she kicked Bryce in the ribs, making her fly back several feet.

Bryce raised her hand and fired a powerful jet of flames from her hand. Vi sprinted around to avoid the flames and rolled across the ground.

She swept Bryce’s feet, sending her back down.

As Maria got back up, Edgin charged and tried to strike but Maria pushed his hands away and struck his chest, sending him back and slashing his shirt.

Maria flipped him to the ground and punched him twice in the face, bloodying his face before he managed to knock her away.

Edgin climbed back up and staggered briefly, exhausted. Maria panted, blood spilling from her mouth as she got up too.

She flipped and kicked Edgin in the face, sending him falling down.

Vi ducked under a few wild swings and punched Bryce in the face, sending her stumbling back.

A cut formed on her lip and Bryce wiped the blood from it. As she attacked, Vi spun and elbowed her, making her fall to one knee, before Vi kneed her in the face, cannoning her backwards.

Bryce got back up and tried to tackle only for Vi to knock her back down with a solid punch.

Bryce lay on the ground, groaning and bleeding.

Edgin ducked to avoid a strike only for Maria to punch him. He tried to punch but Maria grabbed his hand and uppercutted him, knocking him down.

Rows of defenders fell down as Stannis’ army marched forward, their pistols ringing out as they blasted the defenders.

Joffrey watched in horror before screaming. “Lock the doors!”

Sandor looked around in irritation as a dozen pistols aimed at his head.

“Ser Clegane,” Stannis walked up to him. “Surrender now and we will spare you.”

“And if I don’t?” Sandor countered, glaring.

Stannis shrugged. “You’ve seen what these weapons can do. Now imagine what six can do to your head.”

Sandor looked around and groaned. “Bunch of fucking nanses!”

He slammed his sword into the ground. Stannis raised his hand.

“Order your men to stand down so we may take this city without any further bloodshed.”

Sandor looked conflicted before he sighed. “Oi! Cunts! Stand down! The fight’s over!”

All of the surviving defenders heard this and looked around in confusion. Upon seeing Sandor’s glare, they dropped their weapons.

Edgin and Maria heard that order and looked around.

“Well shit, we just lost.” Edgin groaned.

Maria chuckled. “You put up a good fight.”

“Not good enough, we lost.”

She shrugged. “You were never going to win, but I applaud your courage.”

At that moment, Vi and Bryce came staggering towards them.

“Well, you’ve made a new friend.” Edgin quipped to Vi.

“Yep, this is Bryce Quinlan.”

Bryce smiled and waved. Maria laughed.

“Well since we seem to be making friends here, I’m Maria.” She held out her hand to Edgin.

He shook it. “Edgin Darvis. This is my friend, Vi.”

Maria smiled and looked up. “The King is still inside.”

Edgin groaned. “Vi, need your help.”

She quickly nodded. “Sure.”

Edgin looked at them. “Wanna tag along?”

“Sure.” Maria shrugged.

The four began walking towards the Red Keep.

The four climbed through the open window and emerged in the throne room.

Joffrey was sitting on the Iron Throne. He glared at them.

“What are you two waiting for?! And who are these people?!” he demanded. “As your king, I command you to go out there and fight!” his voice squeaked as he did.

Edgin glared. “You’re not my king, and I don’t take orders from you. The army has surrendered, Stannis Baratheon is taking the city.”

“Come quietly and they won’t execute you.” Bryce added.

“Never!” Joffrey stood up and drew his sword. “Traitors! I’ll kill you!”

Edgin rolled his eyes. “Kid, take the damn loss already.”

Joffrey glared. “I’ll have your tongue for that. And your whore friends!”

Vi’s blood boiled, Maria snarled, Bryce glared and Edgin marched forward, slapping the sword out of Joffrey’s hand and grabbing him by the hair.

“Ow! Let me go! I command you to let me go!” Joffrey screeched.

Maria aimed her pistol at his head. “Shut up, boy!”

Bryce set part of his hair on fire, making him scream a little.

Edgin and Vi dragged him to the balcony and tipped him over, hanging him by his legs. The crown fell to the ground far away.

“Apologize and admit you lost and we’ll pull you up.” Edgin said.

“Make up your mind, dude, my arm is growing tired.” Vi added.

“Never!” Joffrey ranted. “I will kill all of you! Traitors!”

Edgin looked at Vi. “Should we pull him up?”

“Yeah sure.” She shrugged.

They waited.

“What are you waiting for?! Pull me up!” Joffrey demanded.

“Well…we lied.” Vi shrugged.

“Have fun in hell, you psycho.” Edgin said.

With that, the pair let go. Joffrey plummeted, screaming insults and curses.

SPLICH!

His body struck the stone ground, his skull shattering as blood and brains splattered everywhere.

Edgin wrinkled his nose. “Maybe dropping him was a little excessive.”

Vi shrugged. “Eh, asshole deserved it.”

“True.”

Maria chuckled. “Don’t get any better than that.”

“Should have set him on fire too.” Bryce added.

Edgin wrapped an arm around Vi, pulling her in close. Together, the four of them walked out the Red Keep to where Stannis was waiting, with Sandor, Davos and Tyrion.

“Where’s the king?” Stannis asked.

Edgin chuckled. “Let’s just say we dropped him off.”

Vi, Bryce and Maria snickered at that. Stannis groaned, realizing what had happened. He looked around.

“King’s Landing is ours.”

Edgin looked around. “Well, I know we technically failed, but can’t really complain.”

“What next?” Tyrion asked.

“We take Westeros.” Stannis shrugged.

“Well,” Vi shrugged. “Looks like it ain’t over till its over.”

The War for Westeros was not over yet, but Edgin, Vi, Bryce and Maria would fight.

Till the bloody end.

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Planetos, Westeros, Iron Islands

Theon and Yara Greyjoy groaned as they looked around. The storms seemed to be darkening for some reason.

“The fuck is this?” Yara muttered.

As the pair walked, the air seemed to shimmer and suck them in.

“Oh no!”

They tumbled through the breach, falling into darkness. It was pitch black and Theon tumbled, drifting in and out of consciousness. He saw many worlds appear in his vision, until one finally grew bigger than the rest. Yara vanished from his sight.

Then he blacked out.

Earth-2016

Theon woke up with the taste of sand in his mouth.

“Pah!” he spat out the sand. A shadow fell over him and he looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

It was a tall black man, in his forties and wearing a black shirt and pants with cowboy boots and a hat. A pistol was strapped to his side.

He lifted his hat and looked at Theon.

“And who might you be, stranger?” he asked in an accent Theon had never heard before.

“Theon Greyjoy of House Greyjoy,” he straightned up, even though he was on the ground. “Who the hell are you?”

The black man smirked. “Sam Chisolm.”

Drenath, Kydor, 140 years ago

Yara woke up in a forest, groaning. She felt paralyzed, unable to move a muscle.

“Well, well, look what we got here…”

A group of men emerged above her, leering and whistling at her. Despite her best efforts, all she could do was glare.

“Helpless woman in the forest? The Gods must indeed be great.” The lead man forced his hand between her legs, opening them.

THWIP!

A crossbow bolt slammed into his eye, cannoning him from his feet. Within moments, the other men were either dead or had fled.

A shadow fell across her and Yara looked up to see an old man in his seventies, wearing a grey cloak and a brimmed hat, with a crossbow in his hand.

“Who…are you?” Yara managed to grit out.

The old man looked at her and she almost recoiled at seeing the coldness in hie yes.

“Waylander the Slayer.”

Oerth

Xenk Yendar, Bane the Midnight Falcon, Renly Baratheon and Lysa Tully-Arryn stared at the portal that had opened up.

“What world are we going to?” Bane asked.

“It is called Azeroth,” Xenk explained. “There is an ancient artefact located there that can be used to defeat the Great Other.”

Without another word, he marched forward into the portal. After a moment, the others followed him.

Universe-94

The four emerged into an open clearing. Xenk smirked.

“Welcome…to a world of Warcraft.”

Planetos, Westeros, Winterfell

Ramsay Bolton was torturing a slave when the air suddenly thickened and grew gold.

“Show yourself!” he demanded.

A tendril emerged from the shadows. “Ramsay Bolton…I can give you power.”

“What are you?” Ramsay asked, feeling fear for the first time.

“In my universe, the people call me a Great One. And I can give you the power to destroy this world.”

Ramsay’s interest was peaked. “Power you say? And what do you desire in return?”

“Souls,” the Great One replied. “I wish for the women of this world to birth children that can conquer Planetos for my masters.”

Ramsay smirked. “I accept your offer.”

The Great One emerged from the shadows, tendrils sinking into Ramsay’s mouth, nose and ears.

He screamed in agony as the Great One entered him. He fell to his knees, screaming. When he opened his eyes, they were pitch black.

“All hail the Great Ones!”

Ramsay Bolton laughed, feeling the power flooding his veins.

At once, without knowing why, all in the Multiverse shivered at once.

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So the sequel to this fic is up and its called 'Winds of War and Ruin'. Feel free to check it out.