Winter Is Coming
A Tribute to Game of Thrones by Kilian Schönberger
The final season of this thrilling serial starts soon. The story by George R. R. Martin and the terrific implementation as TV serial were a great source of inspiration for my work. Together with the local fairytales and legends those stories brought my landscape sceneries to life. My imagery from Central Europe became the stage setting for alternative storylines in my fantasy. Dark forests, mountains, fogs and dozens of old castles. Dinner is served!
Winter is coming from the north and with winter come the dead. Westeros faces a serious threat, not only Winterfell but the whole north will feel the first strokes of the spears and swords of the white walkers and their undead army. A frozen hand grasps at the Lonely Hills and Hornwood.
The horror came from the far North. A landscape formed by ice and snow. But something was out there. An ancient lifeform. Just a few have seen them and even less survived the encounter. White Walkers.
In the North the war campaign started. The White Walkers inflicted the land north of the Wall with War. The fallen ones were recruited as an army of living deads by the leader of the white walkers - the Night King.
The land north of the wall was lost. The Free Folk living there had to flee. At least they have tried. But too many where killed by the White Walkers to serve in their army of dead. The landscape changed, all life was gone under the reign of death.
The humans in the south have forgotten the thread from the North long time ago. But there was still a mighty stronghold that protected and defended the south for centuries. The Wall. But even this fortification was no obstacle for the Night King and his army. The brave defenders of the Nightwatch were powerless against the fierce force of a undead dragon rised from a cold grave by necromancy.
The outposts of the Night Watch have fallen one after another. The silence of death surrounds them now. And the invaders from the North didn't stop. Their army was flooding the land south of the Wall like fog.
The Lonely Hills and the forest of Hornwood were the first targets of the war campaign of the Night King. There was no escape for the villagers living there.
People prayed to the new and old gods. Ancient holy places in the forests were revisited again. But apparently without any effect.
The aristocrats were seeking shelter behind the walls of their castles and the countrymen tried to escape to the forests.
There might be a few humans still living out in the forests. But the noble castles became to traps. Under the siege of the undead the walls were broken and they haven't taken any prisoners.
The battles between the dead and the living were unequal. Hardly anyone survived. Though there were no corpses left on the battlefield. But the army of undead grew.
The dead became the rulers of the land. Life extinguished almost everywhere.
Mankind had just a few options to withdraw. Hidden deep in the cold forests or behind the strong walls of a few remote strongholds. The days of the still living were numbered.
It was just a question of time till even the last walls would be broken under the onslaught of the White Walkers and their army of undead. In the northern parts of Westeros there was little hope to survive. And even the South seemed resigned to its fate. Should the story of human history end here?
But suddenly light! Light? No that's no light - that's fire. Dragon Fire. The burning breath of ancient creatures is facing the army of the cold undead. Comes the Mother of Dragons to the rescue? Is this the turning point of the war? We don't know. But that's a good point to complete the storyline in your own fantasy.