ASoIaF Coming soon to HBO

[Ayano]

Eddard Stark 'Ned' "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives"

Ice, a shame what happened the the blade.. and it's wielder


No need to mention the choice, I was thinking exactly the same, guess I was just so fixed on my two
favorite characters actually not being screwed up. 100% match


Prayer by the heart tree

[gran guerrero]

cool story bro

vote for me http://forums.trenchwars.org/showthr...ing-Forum-mods

[Ayano]

Tons more casting calls, but I pretty much pinned my top 7 would have been top 10 but I've got late night studying to do.

Atmospheric pics:

The Wall and Castle Black
" In the War for the Dawn, the Others were thrown back by the First Men and the Children of The Forest, and the vast wall of ice was raised to bar their passage south should they come again. In the following centuries the Children gradually disappeared, and it was presumed that they left Westeros or died out altogether."


Sansa at the Eyrie
I want to strangle this girl, she's quite utterly useless, the stock 'lady' of the series. She makes Cersei seem likable.


Dragon Stone
The seat of power for Stannis, kinda sucks to have just an Isle.. and an Onion night with knuckles for fingertips.


PS f-- u gran for your web-campaign

[Xog]

I want to see a drizzt series show

[Ayano]

Drizzit? leave that forgotten realms crap out of here.

Arya actually killed more than that stable guy, apparently I have amnesia from Storm of Swords. Dude, she goes lethal with needle starting from the first book when she kills that rich dude.

Exerpt from Clash of Kings:

"Is there gold hidden in the village? Is there silver? Gems? Is there food? Where is Lord Beric? Where did he go? How many men were with him? How many knights? How many bowmen? How many, how many, how many, how many, how many, how many? Is there gold in the village?" *stabbing in rhythm*

Good times, gotta re-live'em

BTW leaked script of the HBO pilot coming this spring.
http://www.graspingforthewind.com/wp...eofThrones.pdf

EXCERPT:
EXT. HILLTOP - DAY
LORD EDDARD “NED” STARK (40) sits on his motionless horse,
his long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely-trimmed
beard is shot with white. He has spent half his life training
for war and the other half waging it, and his face conveys
both authority and a haunted sadness.

He is accompanied by a dozen members of the HOUSEHOLD GUARD,
all on horseback. Over their heads flaps the Stark banner: a
gray direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
South of the Wall the grass is still green and the sun is
shining, but the air is cold enough to cloud the breath of
four guardsmen as they escort Gared toward the stump of a
massive oak tree.

Weeks have passed since we saw the ranger but he seems to
have aged years, his eyes bloodshot and weary, his face
haggard, his clothes filthy and torn.
Ned’s sons, JON SNOW (17), ROBB STARK (17) and BRAN STARK (8)
sit on their own horses (a small pony in Bran’s case).
Jon is slender, darker than his half-brothers, his eyes black
and watchful.

Robb is big and broad, with fair skin and reddish-brown hair.
Bran sits very still, watching the doomed man. He has never
seen an execution before. The prospect of it terrifies him,
but he tries hard to imitate his father’s solemn expression.
The Guardsmen force Gared’s head onto the stump. Ned
dismounts.

His ward, THEON GREYJOY (19), hands over Ned’s sword: Ice, a
beautiful weapon, centuries old. Theon is the only man in the
party wearing a kraken sigil instead of a dire wolf.
Ned peels off his gloves and hands them to JORY CASSEL (30s),
a bull-necked warrior with a heavy mustache.
Ned walks to the stump. He speaks in low tones to Gared, who
responds. We watch this exchange from the boys’ perspective.
Gared’s final words clearly trouble Ned, who studies the
condemned man’s face, judging his honesty.
Bran watches from afar, his head slightly cocked, trying to
make out what Gared is saying.
There is a great weariness in Ned’s eyes as he places both
hands on the hilt of his greatsword.

NED
In the name of Robert of the House
Baratheon, the First of his Name--

As Ned delivers the formal sentence to the condemned man, Jon
Snow moves closer to Bran.

JON SNOW
(whisper)
Keep the pony in hand. And
don’t look away. Father will
know if you do.

NED (O.S.)
King of the Andals and the
First Men, Lord of the Seven
Kingdoms and Protector of the
Realm--

Bran keeps his pony well in hand and does not look away.

NED
I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord
of Winterfell and Warden of the
North, sentence you to die.

Ned lifts Ice high above his head and brings it down.
Blood sprays the swaying grass.
Gared’s head topples off the stump, bounces off a root, and
rolls. When Ned’s back is turned, Theon put his boot on the
head, kicks it away and laughs.
Jon watches this with disgust but says nothing. He turns and
grips Bran’s shoulder.

JON SNOW
You did well.

It’s only three words, but compliments are hard to come by in
the Stark house. Bran is proud to be treated like a man, but
he cannot look away from the head lying in the tall grass.

----

EXT. HILLSIDE - DAY
Bran rides with his brothers, his hard-working pony trying to
keep up with the bigger horses.

JON SNOW
I thought he was brave.

ROBB
Brave? He was dead of fear. You
could see it in his eyes.

JON SNOW
What would be in your eyes with
your head on the stump? He died
well. Give him that much.
Robb considers the point for a moment and shrugs, already
losing interest in the subject.

ROBB
Race you to the bridge?

Jon rolls his eyes as if he’s beyond such juvenile games--
then, without warning, he spurs his horse and gains a good
head start. Robb curses and follows. They gallop off down the
trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent.
Bran’s pony can’t compete in that race, so he follows slowly
behind, craning his neck to see if he can spot the winner.

NED
You understand why I did it?

Bran turns in his saddle, startled. On his great warhorse,
Ned looms above him like a giant. Bran nods to his father.

BRAN
Jon said he was a deserter. He was
in the Night’s Watch and he ran away.

Even when speaking with his son, Ned constantly surveys his
surroundings, aware of his men’s positions, the possible
sites for an ambush, the angle of the sun.

NED
True enough, but do you understand
why I had to kill him?

Bran thinks about this for a few seconds, confused.

BRAN
King Robert has a headsman.

NED
He does. As did the Targaryen kings
before him.

Ned reaches out to grab the pommel on Bran’s saddle. He
forces the horse and pony to walk very close.

NED
Our way is the old way. The man who
passes the sentence should swing
the sword.

Bran stares at the massive sword sheathed at Ned’s hip.

BRAN
Is it true he saw the Others?
Ned stares at his son for a long beat.

NED
You heard that?
(off Bran’s nod)
The Others have been gone for eight
thousand years.

BRAN
So he was lying?

NED
He believed it. A madman sees what
he sees.

They’re interrupted by the sound of hooves; Jon reappears on
the crest of the hill before them, waving urgently.

JON
Over here!

---

EXT. RIVERBANK - DAY
Ned’s party reaches the riverbank. Jon has dismounted beside
Robb, who cradles something in his arm.
Bran and Ned stay back with the rest of their party as Jory
and Theon approach the older boys.
When he sees what lies on the ground beside Robb, Theon
curses and pulls his horse away. Jory does the same and yells
to the boys:

JORY
Get away from it!

ROBB
She can’t hurt you. She’s dead.
Burning with curiosity, Bran spurs his pony to keep up with
Ned as they approach the others, who are all dismounting.

THEON
What in hell is it?
Bran finally gets close enough to see.

ROBB
A wolf.

The dead wolf is impossibly huge, bigger than Bran’s pony.
Its blind eyes crawl with maggots.

THEON
It’s a freak.

JON
No. That’s a direwolf.

Ned kneels beside the wolf. Groping under the beast’s head,
he gives a yank and comes up with a foot of shattered antler,
slick with half-dried blood.

THEON
There hasn’t been a direwolf south
of the Wall for two hundred years.

Jon looks at the bundle beneath Robb’s arm and grins:

JON
Well... now there are five.

When Bran sees what everyone is staring at his eyes widen. He
moves in to get a closer look at the direwolf pup-- a tiny
ball of gray-black fur, eyes still closed, nuzzling blindly
against Robb’s chest, whimpering.

JORY
Tough old beast, wasn’t she?
Birthing a litter with an antler in
her throat.

ROBB
(to Bran)
Go on. You can touch him.

Bran gives the pup a quick, nervous stroke. As he turns:

JON
Here you go.

Jon thrusts another pup into Bran’s arms. Overjoyed, Bran
plops down in the snow and rubs the wolf pup’s soft fur
against his cheek.

Ned picks up two more helpless pups, one in each hand. Jon
picks up the fifth.

HULLEN (40s), the horse master, frowns at this ill omen.

HULLEN
Direwolves loose in the realm.

THEON
Not for long.
Theon draws his sword and reaches for Bran’s pup.

THEON
Give it here.

BRAN
No! It’s mine!

Robb speaks to Theon in a commanding tone.

ROBB
Put your sword away. We’re keeping
them.

Theon bristles at the command.

THEON
I take orders from your father, not
you.

HULLEN
It’ll be a mercy to kill them.

BRAN
No!

Bran looks to Ned for support, but finds none.

NED
Better a quick death. They won’t
last without their mother.

JON
Lord Stark... There are five pups.
Three male, two female.
(off Ned’s curiosity)
You have five trueborn children.
Three sons, two daughters. The
direwolf is the sigil of your
House.

Everyone looks to the Stark banners, with their direwolf
crest-of-arms. We see their opinions about the pups change,
as they come to understand the import of this omen.

JON
Your children were meant to have
these pups.

NED
And you?

JON
I am not a Stark, my Lord.

Ned weighs the situation for a moment in silence.

NED
You will feed them yourselves. And
train them yourselves.

Bran nods eagerly. Robb nods as well.

NED
They may die anyway, despite all
you do.

ROBB
They won’t. We won’t let them.

The decision made, people start to remount their horses.
Bran tugs gratefully on Jon’s sleeve. Jon smiles at him, but
beneath his smile there is a trace of sadness.
Jon is about to climb onto his horse when he hears a distant
whimpering. Leaving the horse behind, he ranges into a snow
drift, and scans the ground until he finds the source:
A sixth wolf pup, with white fur. Unlike the others, its eyes
are blood-red and open, and it is completely silent. Jon
picks it up.
Theon scoffs.

THEON
An albino. It’ll die even faster
than the others.

Jon ignores Theon. He stares into the pup’s eyes and the pup
stares back.

JON
This one belongs to me.