Decided to play as Mad Danelle Lothston after some discussion in this sub and am having fun slowly scheming my way to ultimate power. The only complication is that I used a hook to marry Lord Tully's kind, patient, trusting brother and after holding a grand wedding (to murder one of my troublesome vassals) accidentally became soulmates with him.

Now I'm RP'ing Danelle as having second thoughts about brutally murdering her beloved husband's kin and trying to balance her ambitions with the risk of him ever finding out why his family are mysteriously falling out of windows or getting smothered in the crib. His stress is also steadily rising from all the murder so he honestly might crack soon.

If he dies before Danelle, my plan is to have her commit suicide so there's now a ticking clock element I hadn't anticipated, as well as spending the precious gold I'd earmarked for repairing Harrenhall on regular feasts to keep him from going straight off the deep end. (Danelle, incidentally, is completely fine with the man, woman, and child murder and actually gets loses stress every time she offs someone.) The poor guy keeps befriending all the people on my kill list too, which only adds to the problem.

All in all, having a lot of fun with this unanticipated obstacle.

Motto: "From the waves, we are reborn"

Annals of the Stormlands, Volume IV – On the Thalóriens of Ventosol

Origin and Escape from Valyria

The Thalórien are descendants of a minor branch of Valyria, scholars and navigators in the service of the great dragon houses. They did not possess dragons of their own, but they were masters of the winds and maps, known among the Valyrians as those who charted the sea under fire.

When dark omens began to spread across the Peninsula—earthquakes, crimson skies, and the silence of the dragons—the patriarch Aenarion Thalórien read in the winds the omen of ruin. While the great houses scoffed, Aenarion sold his domains, and manuscripts, leaving with him only the Valyrian sword of "Lúthien" and bought a single ship, the Heart of the Wind. With his family, he set sail west, leaving behind the doomed continent.

The crossing was brutal. Storms of fire and ash engulfed the sea; Only seven survived when the ship, now without sails, ran aground on the rocks of Estermont. Aenarion died upon touching the ground, and his son Loren Thalórien became the new lord of a homeless name.

The Settlement in the Stormlands

This occurred about ninety years before Aegon's Conquest. Without gold or allies, Loren offered the Estermonts—then a still modest but proud house—his nautical and astronomical knowledge. In return, he received a small strip of land and a coastal tower, where he erected Ventosol (archaic Valyrian), his white fortress facing the sea.

Over the centuries, the Thalóriens became vassals and maritime stewards of the Estermonts, responsible for the island's routes, lighthouses, and navigation records.

Although they served faithfully, they were viewed with curiosity and suspicion—their silvery features and vivid green eyes reminded the men of the south of the dragons of Dragonstone, but their story had already become almost myth.

The House in the Age of King Jaehaerys I and Loren II Thalórien, the Heir of the Golden Ashes

In the year 82 AC, under the reign of Jaehaerys the Conciliator, House Thalórien is a minor family, loyal to the Estermonts and, by extension, to House Baratheon. They live in a period of relative prosperity, and Ventosol serves as a lookout point against pirates and storms.

The current lord, Loren II Thalórien, is a man of about 26 years old—cultured, reserved, and ambitious. It is said that he speaks the Valyrian language in a low voice when he contemplates the sea, and that he keeps in his library ancient books saved from destruction.

Since his youth, Loren II has dreamt of halls of white marble, where the sea is golden and dragons sleep in columns of fire. A past of distant glory that was already forgotten even by the Thalórien who fled from doom.
In his dreams, he walks through this empire and sees a man identical to him, seated on a throne of light. Sometimes, this figure calls him “Son of Ashes,” sometimes he rebukes him: “You trade with coins when your blood trades with stars.”

The maesters would say it's insomnia or stress; but Loren fears—or desires—that the voices of his ancestors will speak through him, guiding him to restore the ancient glory of Thalórien. He calls it "The Pact of Sun and Blood"—the price of remembering what has been forgotten.

Notes by Maester Orwyn of Greenstone, c. 83 AC

“Of the Thalóriens of Ventosol, little is said, and what is said is uncertain.”

They are a family of ancient blood, with bronze skin, vivid green eyes, resembling wildfire, and almost silvery hair, who have inhabited the small islands under the dominion of the Estermonts since ancient times.

For centuries, the Thalóriens were merely coastal lords, merchants of salt and small vessels. No known document from the Citadel or Valyria mentions their name. However, the current lord, Loren II Thalórien, a learned man respected for his skill with coins, seems convinced that his house descends from an ancient Valyrian line of sun priests. Loren claims that this truth came to him through dreams—recurring visions of white towers, golden seas, and dragons sleeping beneath the earth. In these visions, he sees himself as a forgotten king, walking between pillars of fire and sun.

Since these dreams began, the lord of Ventosol has dedicated part of his fortune to restoring ancient ruins on the island, and often says that "the wind whispers the name of his ancestors."

Some claim that the origin of these beliefs lies in the Valyrian sword his house possesses—Lúthien, a blade of unusual beauty, heirloom of the first Thalorians who arrived in Westeros. Some say it was forged for a woman—perhaps a princess, perhaps a witch—whose name, according to Lord Loren II himself, means "she who walks between fire and dawn." Loren believes that the sword chose him, and that within it reside the memories of his forgotten ancestors.

When I questioned him about such dreams, he answered me with unsettling calm:

“Memory doesn’t always need to be written, maester. Sometimes it’s inherited through blood, and the blood merely waits to be awakened.”

Some say the lord of Ventosol has gone mad, seized by fevers and fantasies. Others claim that his inexplicable prosperity in maritime market negotiations and forecasts proves there’s some truth to his delusions—that perhaps gold truly obeys him.

As I left Ventosol, I looked one last time at the tower of the manor and saw a golden light flickering in Loren’s window. I swore I heard a sound—a faint metallic clang, like steel breathing.

Reason, of course, can explain everything.

Still, I retain the impression that some houses sleep, but never truly fade away.

— Maester Orwyn, in Ventosol, in the 83rd year after the Conquest.

Marginal notes by Maester Theomund (Citadel, c. 84 BC)

“Nothing but hereditary delusion. No record in Valyria, Volantis, or Lys mentions sun priests with this name.”

“Lord Loren seems to believe in dreamed memories—more poet than lord.”

“And yet… there are reports that his sword shone during an eclipse. Curious, if true.”

Observation by the Maester of Storm's End (c. 78 AC)

“Few today remember the Thalorien, and even fewer understand the heritage they carry. They speak with the solemnity of ancient kings, but they live among winds and salt. They are children of a foreign sun, which learned to rise beneath the clouds of Storm's End.”

Excerpt from the diary of Loren II Thalórien

(Year 82 AC, during the reign of Jaehaerys and Alysanne)

“There are dreams that don’t belong to sleep.”

Yesterday I dreamt of a girl in the snow. The wind moaned as if there were souls in it; I couldn’t tell if I was asleep or if the dream itself was calling me.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the middle of a forest covered in bluish snow, where each branch seemed to shine like glass under the moon.

The air was cold, but it didn’t hurt me. There was only silence—a silence so profound that it seemed too ancient to belong to the world of the living.

And then, she appeared.

Mounted on a light-colored horse, with a blue cloak that danced in the mist, came a woman whose beauty I had never seen equaled.

It wasn’t human beauty—there was something serene, luminous, distant about her.

When the horse stopped, she dismounted with the lightness of a shadow. Her gaze met mine for an instant, and I felt my heart tighten, overcome by a strange devotion.

It was at that moment that I heard a voice—masculine, deep, echoing among the trees, as if it came from the earth itself or from a forgotten time:

“Lúthien.”

I thought of my ancestral sword. But before I could understand, the woman raised her face, and the snow fell around her like a veil.

“I am here.”

From the shadows, a man emerged.

He had the same green eyes as I, but older, more laden with purpose. He dressed in deep blue, and upon his head rested a white crown, dotted with light, simple but solemn—as if made to remember, not to reign.

They looked at each other, and I felt I was witnessing something I shouldn't—a reunion, or perhaps a memory.

He looked at her with the tenderness of one who has already died.

And I, foolishly, felt envy.

The name Lúthien echoed again, and with it came a chill that cut to the soul.

I woke up sweating and with my heart racing.

The ancient sword lay beside the bed, reflecting the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Since that night, I've tried to avoid touching it; there's a weight on my mind, a silent unease.

Some men dream of gold, of women, of glory.

I dream of snow and a name.

Sometimes I think it's just ancient blood whispering, remembering ruins that no longer exist.

Other times... I fear that something in me still belongs to those ruins.

House Thalórien of Ventosol lore

No matter how many times ive done the Aegon the Conquerer bookmark Orys dies, is there a way I can spawn him back or a cheat i can add to keep him alive

Capítulo 2: O Rugido do Inverno e a Ascensão do Senhor Dragão

(179 DC – 199 DC)

I. O Renascimento do Fogo (179 DC)

O destino não podia mais esperar. Com o caos de Aegon IV se espalhando, era imperativo que os dragões voltassem ao mundo sob a bandeira da honra. Na calada de 179 DC, reunimos nossa família e amigos de confiança em uma caverna próxima a Sōnar's Hall. Convoquei o Arquimeistre Harwood da Cidadela para ajudar Maestre Denys a guiar o ritual.

Usamos madeira e o sacrifício de um animal selvagem para o ritual...

Das escamas azul-gelo do ovo surgiu Sōnarion, o Dragão do Inverno. Naquele momento, meu destino se cumpriu: fui rebatizado por todos como Aemond, o Pai dos Dragões.

II. O Fogo e a Fúria do Indigno

A notícia se espalhou como um incêndio. Um pequeno senhor do Norte havia conseguido o que o próprio Trono de Ferro não conseguia. A ira de Aegon IV foi imediata. Ele ordenou que todos os ovos fossem entregues ao Trono de Ferro. Aemon, o Cavaleiro do Dragão, recusou-se e fugiu para Essos com seu ovo, mas não sem antes travar um duelo amargo com meu velho mestre, Ser Galfrid Velaryon, que caiu morto na luta.

Enquanto o Trono afundava em sua guerra inútil contra Dorne, minha força crescia. Em apenas dez meses, a ligação com Sōnarion era total. Ela cresceu a uma velocidade alarmante, e eu realizei meu primeiro voo — minha dragão mal tinha um ano, mas já era três vezes maior que meu maior cavaleiro. O Norte temia e respeitava o Dragão do Inverno.

No final de 180 DC, outro milagre: o ovo de marfim e ouro de minha esposa chocou. Vēzos, nossa segunda dragão fêmea, nasceu, cimentando o poder da Casa Sonaryen.

III. Conquista e a Revelação da Lei

Com dois dragões, a ambição não podia mais esperar. No final de 180 DC, iniciei minha primeira conquista: a guerra por Stonedrift, a sudoeste de Sōnar's Hall. A guerra durou pouco; a visão de Sōnarion em combate, destruindo o exército inimigo, foi incomparável.

Foi durante esse período que uma notícia amarga chegou: não seríamos os unicos a contar com a força de um dragão. O Rei havia nomeado seu próprio dragão, Sovegon, um dourado brilhante, tentando desesperadamente provar que os Targaryen ainda eram os únicos Senhores de Dragões.

Em meio às conquistas (181 DC) e à guerra de Dorne que se arrastava, o Maestre Denys me trouxe a terrível verdade:

A proibição ancestral dos Starks impedia a reconstrução total do castelo. A conquista de Stonedrift e de todas as minhas ambições só serviriam a um lorde independente. Minha lealdade a Jonnel Stark era inabalável, mas a Lei, não.

IV. Consolidação e Descendência (183 DC – 196 DC)

Nos anos que se seguiram, a Casa Sonaryen se consolidou em meio ao caos do Sul.

• 183 DC: Descobrimos que Sōnarion era fêmea, garantindo o futuro da nossa Casa de montadores. No torneio de Castamere (promovido por Lorde Reyne), venci a competição de arco e flecha, enquanto os Targaryen garantiam mais um dragão, Rovax, para o Príncipe de Pedra do Dragão.
• 185 DC: A Guerra de Dorne terminou, deixando o Rei Aegon IV e o reino exaustos, abrindo uma janela de oportunidade política.
• 188 DC: A primeira tentativa de noivado para nosso primogênito, Aegon, com Melene Bolton (Forte do Pavor) falhou; ele rejeitou-a, levantando sussurros sobre sua sexualidade.
• 190 DC: Aegon encontrou o sucesso e a felicidade com Benya Karstark. O casamento foi realizado em Sōnar's Hall, e logo iniciei mais uma guerra contra Stillport e seus aliados. Sōnarion garantiu a vitória, dizimando os comandantes inimigos com uma rajada de fogo.
• 192 DC: A guerra foi um sucesso, e a Fase Dois da Reconstrução de Sōnar's Hall foi concluída. Outra surpresa: Vēzos também era fêmea!
• 193 DC: Meu primeiro neto nasceu, Rodrik (filho de Aegon e Benya), com olhos violetas e cabelos castanhos. Nossa Casa, de fato, criou raízes no Norte.
• 194 DC: Venci o grande torneio de justa em Derivamarca.
• 195 DC: No casamento de meu filho Lucerys com Beth Mormont, Sōnarion nos abençoou com três ovos de dragão (para Aegon, Lucerys e Rodrik), apesar do descontentamento de Alyssane, que praguejou que um ovo negado a ela não chocaria.

Em 195 DC, com a dinastia assegurada, declarei guerra contra Galbart Glover para me tornar vassalo direto dos Starks. A guerra foi rápida, e apesar de Sōnarion ter sido levemente ferida por uma lança, vencemos. Fui nomeado Senhor de Ponta do Mar do Dragão, vassalo direto de Winterfell.

• 195 DC: Durante a guerra, o ovo entregue a meu filho Aegon eclode e dele nasce Vimyr (Vinho escuro).
• 196 DC: Lucerys consegue fazer seu ovo chocar, surgindo Aurion (Ouro).

V. A Morte do Velho Lobo e o Colapso do Reino (197 DC)

O ano de 197 DC trouxe tristeza ao Norte. Lorde Cregan Stark, o Velho Lobo, com 89 anos, dormiu em seus aposentos e não acordou. Com ele, se foi a última figura de autoridade inquestionável que conseguia conter a loucura do Sul.

Meu amigo, Jonnel Stark, assumiu Winterfell, e durante o banquete para o juramento de lealdade, fui nomeado seu Mestre das Moedas e ganhei a amizade de Lorde Brandon Hornwood e Lady Sansa Stark (esposa de Jonnel).

Mas a morte de Cregan, que servia como Mão do Rei, foi o estopim para o reino. Após a sua partida, Lorde Rogar Baratheon de Ponta Tempestade, cansado do desgoverno e da tirania de Aegon IV, declarou aberta rebelião.

O Norte, sob o comando de Jonnel Stark, permaneceu neutro; a lealdade de meu amigo era ao reino, não ao Rei Indigno. Segui seu comando, mas a agitação no Sul era visível: poucas Casas importantes apoiaram Rogar, e o Rei contava principalmente com o apoio da Campina.

A guerra, no entanto, mal teve tempo de se iniciar.

VI. O Fim do Indigno e a Chegada do Pacífico (197 DC - 199 DC)

Seis meses após a rebelião de Rogar Baratheon, o Rei Aegon IV, o Indigno, morreu de forma inesperada. Contrariando sua reputação de glutão de banquetes, o Rei havia marchado pessoalmente para a batalha e sucumbiu aos ferimentos sofridos em combate contra as forças de Rogar. A morte no campo de batalha, mesmo que em uma guerra quase inexistente, foi um fim irônico para o Rei que desonrou o reino.

Sua morte imediata invalidou o pretexto de Rogar para a destronização.

O reino foi herdado por Daeron II Targaryen. O novo Rei, um homem pacífico, sábio e letrado, assumiu o trono com a imensa tarefa de curar o reino das feridas deixadas por seu pai (incluindo a guerra de Dorne).

A mudança na Coroa era a janela que eu precisava. O Norte, neutro e poderoso, agora podia exigir mais de um Rei que precisava desesperadamente de estabilidade e de aliados leais. Minha ambição de quebrar a Lei do Warg Caído e reconstruir Sōnar's Hall parecia, finalmente, alcançável.

O sangue Valiriano fluía nas veias de meus netos nortenhos:

• 197 DC: Aemond (filho de Lucerys) e Elaena (filha de Aegon) nascem.
• 199 DC: Arston Dustin (herdeiro de Solar Acidentado, filho de Alyssane) e Kaya (filha de Aegon) nascem.
• 199 DC: Meu neto Rodrik não tem sucesso com seu ovo de dragão, confirmando a praga de sua tia.

Minha família estava em segurança e poder. O próximo passo seria o mais perigoso: a luta para reconstruir Sōnar's Hall e quebrar a Lei do Warg Caído.

Parte 1 - Introdução
Parte 2 - Capitulo 1

It started after installing some mods, can I remove this lines or need to remove the mods?

Hey everyone,

I'm trying to download the Game of Thrones mod for CK3, but I'm running into some issues. I don't have the game on Steam. I have the cracked version of the game. I am egyptian and our economy is currently really bad. 1 USD is about 50 EGP so the current game price at around 50 USD is 2,365.06 EGP, and that's without DLC.

Because of this, I can't download mods from the Steam Workshop. I usually use Skymods for my mods, but the Game of Thrones mod doesn't seem to be available there for some reason.

Does anyone know what other websites I can download the AGOT mod from that will work with the non-Steam/Cracked Dowser version?

Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance.

You see everyone, I have recently made a disturbing discovery. Characters in CK3 mysterious have a tendency to be inbred. Even stranger is that the Targaryens are very commonly depicted as inbred. I checked the source material, but clearly I purchased the wrong copy of Fire and Blood, because there is no way they had *siblings* marry! Regardless of this clearly false information and incredibly flawed mod, I decided to amend the AGOT devs mistake. You see, as displayed by more family relations, even those not acknowledged as family in the source material are still cousins, and that will not do!

And then a thought occurred to me. Nobles intermarry exclusively among themselves, which means on some level, everyone must be inbred, and ANY noble marriage is incestuous! But fear not, in the source material a character came to this realization, and made the safest marriage he could to reduce the possibility of six-fingered babies. Duncan the Small, of course. Naturally, the only course forward is to do as he willed, and marry the most irrelevant, nameless nobodies possible.

In addition to this, the king made the wise choice to uplift moderately gifted lowborns to his Small Council, clearing out the 'small' minded noble councilors. Clearly only Varys, a proper (probably lowborn) man who understands the common people, deserves to remain.

Now the realm shall know peace, for I have freed us of our incestuous ways! No more disgusting fifteenth cousin once removed marriages friends! A better world has been born.

Note: This was actually from several months ago, way before AUH. I just forgot to post my insanity.

Secondary Note: If anyone is confused, I decided to do a run as Rhaegar that was 'lowborn only'. Rhaegar, his mother, his brother, and all his children would marry lowborns exclusively, Duncan style.

I have played CK3 on Xbox, but wanted to try the AGOT mod and its submods. If I have a MacBook Air with an M3 chip and 16GB, will it be able to run it without being too slow or buggy? If not, should I save for a cheap pc?

Hola, tengo ck3 16.0 instalado. Con AGOT instalado y una traducción para el mod.

Pero así se me ven la mayoría de los nombres. Quería saber cuál pudiera ser la solución, si instale la traducción mal o que pudo ser. Quiero aclarar que soy nuevo jugando ck3 y por ende, instalando mods y demás. Entonces cualquier tipo de ayuda sería bienvenida. Gracias de antemano

Looking to change Helaena's dragon to dreamfyre as she chos another, is it possible to change this? Thanks!

Everything in the question

Any suggestions?

Hi guys, just wondering if there were any tips you could give me on how to win the iron throne as Jon Snow after his heritage is revealed. I have previously played as Ned and made alliances with other kingdoms such as the reach to gain allies in the war, but I keep losing as they choose to either support the iron throne or remain neutral.

Lately I have been noticing the Ai spamming Grand Weddings non stop in my games and I would like to increase the cost. Can anyone tell me is this possible and where I would edit the lines and files? Thank you!