A tale of old magics, snarks and grumpkins. Of White Walkers, the Others. Tyrion believed it a nice fairy-tale, but it escaped him why he had picked the book up. Perhaps after young Brandon Stark's fall he was feeling melancholic. The boy had fallen five days ago, and the Maester said he would live but live a life as a cripple. It is a cruel world , Tyrion thought absently as he began to read.
Eight thousand years ago came a night that lasted a generation. The sun hid away and darkness fell upon the world, leading to the First Men of the North and the Children of the Forest to cease their hostilities and band together to fight their common enemy: The Others. Thus, the Pact was made. Tyrion swallowed as he peered at the rough sketch on the page, lips pursed. It was a hauntingly beautiful drawing, he had to admit. An Other, according to the annotation. Tall, skinny, and hideously ugly with glowing blue eyes.
Tyrion looked up, startled, and blinked at the young girl standing in front of him scowling mightily. Arya Stark. She was a small, skinny thing but still taller than him. Her long face was that of her Stark ancestors, that and her messy brown hair.
Lady Arya's mouth twitched into a reluctant smile, and she scrambled into the chair across the table from him, perched on her knees. There they declared the Pact, and as a show of faith and harmony the First Men took the Children's Gods as their own and, as penance, planted more weirwood saplings all over the continent. So, Brandon Stark, son of legendary Bran the Builder and Grandson of Brandon of the Bloody Blade wed one of the Children, Moss, and together they had four children; a daughter and three sons.
The Long Night raged for over thirty years, in which many men, women, giants, and Children died. Bran's son and heir Brandon and his wife Moss then created the Brotherhood of the Nights Watch to ensure the continent remained protected from such a deadly foe.
Bran, his son Brandon and Moss began construction of a great castle around a weirwood grove in the north; Winterfell, the land on which the living gained the upper hand in the war against the Others. After Brandon and Moss died, their son Cregan Stark took up the crown of the Kings of Winter and chose for his Royal House words that would serve as a reminder of their beginnings in the wake of the Long Night, and grim portents of things to come once again: Winter is Coming.
Tyrion shivered, yelping and wrenching his hands away from the book as it suddenly snapped shut. He looked up, blinking in stupefaction at the bent, gnarled woman peering down at him. Staring, Tyrion watched as the old lady shuffled away, clutching at the book as though it were previous gems. These Northerners are strange people. Though Tyrion Lannister felt the creeping horrors while reading the excerpt on the Long Night, he did not believe it to be true. Jon — Jaehaerys — had the strange dream again.
The dream filled with cold, death, and dragons. He now felt deeply unsettled that he was dreaming of dragons, what with him being told of whom he truly was. Jaehaerys Targaryen, rightful King. He shuddered, smiling when his wolf pup padded across the bed toward him and peered at him with intelligent, red eyes. He had named him Ghost, because he made no sound and seemed as solemn and grave as the dead.
Ghost jumped off the bed and waited patiently by the door as Jon dressed for the day in wool breeches, a cotton tunic under a leather gambeson, soft leather boots, and a thick cloak. The air was cold with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. Winter is coming , he thought absently as he exited his room. He made his way down the hall, stomach churning as he paused by Bran's room; he had not woken since he was found, having fallen from the First Keep. The Great Hall was bustling with noise, but there was a subdued air.
Jon spotted the Lannister family sitting at the great table and headed for the guards in the corner, taking the empty space next to Jory, who looked exhausted. Jon shrugged. How do I feel about my father — uncle — lying to me for years and my little brother lying unconscious in a bed, possibly to never wake or walk again?
Jory's lips pursed, but he remained silent. Jon ate in silence for several moments until a chair scraped the floor and he looked up to see Ser Jaime taking a seat at the table. At Pyke? Jon almost spewed a mouthful of ale across the table, but managed not to. And you are? Once, that would have made Jon angry, hearing his birth status so easily blurted out by someone not a bastard. But now he knew the truth.
My whole life my mother has been buried beneath my feet. Jon swiftly excused himself and all but bolted from the Hall. Jon had never felt welcome in the crypts of Winterfell. One of his more childish nightmares had been of him forced below, the old Kings of Winter calling him an imposter and shouting at him to leave.
Had some higher power been trying to tell him all this time who he was? Jon stared at her stone face, frozen in time, and felt his throat tighten with emotion.
The Mad King, my grandfather, burned my grandfather Rickard alive and tricked Brandon into strangling himself. And my mother died giving me life.
Jon inhaled a sharp, deep breath and, using the flaming torch sconced on the wall, lit the candles at Lyanna's feet. He stared up at her stone face, noting that fat drops of water rolled down her cheeks. It looked as though she were crying. Footsteps interrupted him, and he turned to see fath — uncle Eddard — making his way toward him, torch in hand.
The True King knew now his path. In the end, the decision was not hard for Daenerys. After several more days of listening to Viserys whine and her husband brutalising her every night, she had woken one morning with a steel in her eyes she had previously lacked.
So, every moment she had alone, she peered into the brazier holding her dragon eggs and called Kinvara's name. Daenerys rose to face the woman, expression set with determination.
Embrace the fire, dragon Queen. Daenerys felt the cramps almost immediately, and turned to grasp the brazier holding her eggs.
She swallowed tightly and gripped the iron sides, absently noting how it did not hurt, and pushed. She turned to the other, shoving that one over also. All the candles in the room were placed upon the furs in which Drogo slept under, and soon enough the entire tent had been engulfed. Daenerys stood in the middle of the conflagration, the flames licking at her skin. But they did not burn, no. She sat in the middle of the burning tent, relishing in Drogo's abrupt and pained screams.
This is what happens when you hurt the dragon, Daenerys thought, watching as the Dothraki khal writhed and twisted, engulfed in flames. The first, sharp crack made her jump. She turned, peering through the yellow, orange, and red flames dancing to see a black and scarlet dragon crawling towards her. Sharp claws dug into her naked flesh, and Daenerys sighed.
As a hardened warrior who rises savagely to power, Toshiro Mifune gives a remarkable, animalistic performance, as does Isuzu Yamada as his ruthless wife. Animedin - The theme of corrupt leadership is also cyclical because the film starts with one samurai betraying another, and ends on the same note. Afterwards, they are invited to the lord's castle. Animedin - For other uses, see Throne of Bhaal. The realms was described as feeling particularly alien. Not Rated. Did you know Edit.
Trivia Originally, Akira Kurosawa was planning on building merely a facade castle for the film, but this proved to be an impractical step, prompting the building of full castle sections to use in shooting. These were built with the help of United States Marines who were based in the area. Goofs When the witch runs in the forest, she briefly can be seen wearing sneakers. Quotes Old Ghost Woman : [singing] Men are vain and death is long, And pride dies first within the grave, For hair and nails are growing still, When face and fame are gone, Nothing in this world will save, Or measure up man's actions here, Nor in the next - for there is none, This life must end in fear, Only evil may maintain, An afterlife for those who will, Who love this world - who have no son, To whom ambition calls, Even so - this false fame falls, Death will reign - man dies in vain.
User reviews Review. Top review. Timeless action, drama and war epic. Throne of Blood is an epic historical drama by renowned director Kurosawa Akira and with charismatic lead actor Mifune Toshiro. The plot revolves around betrayal, conspiracy, greed, honour and megalomania. It is inspired by William Shakespeare's Macbeth intertwined with stylistic elements from Japanese Noh which is a visually appealing but physically static type of traditional musical drama.
The movie tells the story of friends and generals Washizu and Miki who are foretold a bright future by a mysterious spirit in a misty forest.
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