CMON

Ancient Egypt was full of different gods that the people prayed to, offering up gifts and devotion. This made the gods strong.

The sigil of House Harlaw is a silver scythe. The House Harlaw Reapers have taken that sigil and turned it into an actual weapon of war. Agricultural scythes make poor combat weapons

House Stark is known for its honor and integrity. As such, many have become allies of the great House that might be shunned or turned away, otherwise. In a world such as Westeros, it’s good to have friends.

Westeros is a land not unfamiliar with war and conflict. Much blood has been shed all across its expanse. During times of strife, there are those that don’t simply stand behind a single banner

Yog Sothoth is not interested in destruction or conquest. It is simply the knower of all things. And while knowledge, in and of itself, is not dangerous, its application can be.

When people along the coast see the banner of the Kraken, they pray that the Blacktyde Chosen aren’t the ones coming ashore. Not your average raider, the Blacktyde Chosen are kitted out in more sturdy armor, large round shields, and armed with axes.

House Stark is known for their stalwart nature and cautious preparation for when winter will come again. They are a proud and devoted house. However, with the death of Robert Baratheon and imprisonment of Ned Stark, the Direwolf has mobilized for war.

The Poor Fellows do not wear fancy armor. Their weapons are whatever was close by when they headed into combat. But enemy Commanders that discount their prowess in battle will soon find themselves overrun by fanatics.

You never know what you’ll come across when traveling through a Dungeon. In one Room, you stumble upon a magic orb. Daring a peek, you are drawn into a massive hallucination that changes the world from a stone-and-brick dungeon into a vast flat plane.

During the day, the woods provide materials for building and cooking and are a source of food. But when darkness falls, different types of creatures being to roam about and it’s an entirely different breed of Hunter that moves among the trees.

In the far North, the brotherhood of the Night’s Watch keep an eye on any terrors that would assault Westeros. They are the unwanted. The lower sons, the criminals, the bastards, the outcasts. But in the Night’s Watch, they find a place and a purpose.

Some men just relish confrontation. They long to jump into the fray, scrapping with an enemy, seeing them beaten to a pulp. As the battle rages on, they get more and more into a frenzy. Wounds seem to not matter and actually drive their bloodlust further.