I'm currently working on a bit of fan fic (I know I'm just as ashamed of myself too) inspired by a back and forth I had with
surrounding George RR Martin's series A Song of Ice and Fire, which has in turn spawned an equally great show you all know much better as "Game of Thrones."
The scenario is your standard "What would you do if you were dropped into Universe X carrying things Y." I'll go into further detail later, but this is just the hook to get started. By the by, this is going to be VERY SPOILER HEAVY
, so back out now if you haven't seen the show or read the books. This is the Sigil of House Eagleheart, one of the newest noble houses of Westeros to emerge during the Chaos of the War of Five Kings...
House Tyrell loved to brag about their service to the Greenhand Kings of the Reach at Highgarden, their words, "GROWING STRONG," and how readily they bent the knee to Aegon and his Dragons. They also love to brag about how they would have defeated Robert's Rebellion if not for this excuse and that excuse. Pathetic rationalists, who claim they "chose peace and prosperity over war and devastation," when in reality they turn tail and run the moment things get hard. In truth the Tyrells were opportunistic cowards, who spend more time concerned with keeping up appearances rather than the weight of action.
With King Robert Baratheon's death, the Tyrells, rather than support Robert's son King Joffrey Baratheon, sided with Robert's youngest brother, Renly, a good lad, but one with no experience with War. Perhaps the Tyrell's are more stupid than opportunistic. Renly's body wasn't even cold when the Tyrell's, specifically Margaery, left for King's Landing to hastily apologize for helping to start a civil war and then promptly asked to join their house with the Baratheons to make Margaery queen! As if to add insult to injury, the Tyrell's even tried to marry their eldest son to Sansa Stark, and lay claim to the North. Fortunately, Lord Tywin was wise enough to kill that union in its crib, but I still think he was far too generous to marry Ser Loras Tyrell off to his daughter Cersei, the Queen Regent no less.
The Lannisters ultimately paid the price for letting traitors under their roof. Margaery Tyrell and Lady Olenna Redwyne, her grandmother, conspired to poison King Joffrey at their wedding feast, and frame Tyrion Lannister for the murder. After a show trial where Tyrion made the wise choice of asking me Ser Karlon Eagleheart, Steward of Harrenhal, to stand as his Champion against the Mountain, Ser Gregor Clegane. Clegane faced me in full plate metal, wielding a greatsword that had cleaved men and horses in half. I had only a bit of armor covering my heart, one gauntlet, and a weapon unlike anything the people in King's Landing had ever seen, save Lord Tywin. The crowd laughed when I turned down the chance to take a sword. They must have thought I was mad to stand against one of the most feared knights in Westeros with no noticeable defense. In most cases they'd be right, but today, things changed. Ser Gregor moved to strike me down, and with the pull of the trigger, Ser Gregor fell. I fired once more into his head to make sure he stayed down.
With that Lord Tyrion was set free, and I stood before the Queen Regent and told her that I knew who really killed her son, King Joffrey. I presented the evidence against the Tyrells and the Queen promptly ordered they be taken to the dungeons to await their execution. The Tyrell flower would be cut down and left to die, and for clearing his son's name, uncovering the truth about the King's killers, and saving the Realm from the Tyrell's treachery, I was to be named the new Lord of Highgarden, and Warden of the South. My first duty was to take my forces from Harrenhal and unseat Mace Tyrell from Highgarden, so that he too may face the King's Justice.
House Eagleheart would not make the same mistakes as the Tyrell's, we will remember that duty to the Realm comes first, as our words remind us that service breaks the chains of poverty that I would have been doomed to, had Lord Tywin not seen my potential. Our sigil: A white Eagle clutching a smith's hammer beneath a seven pointed star. Our words are, "Fly Free."