A hodgepodge of the rest of the soi things I have pictures of. I did more, including a Martell army for my girlfriend, but I don’t have any pictures of those!
I don’t have much to say about Rattleshirt, he’s cool but underwhelming compared to his followers, the followers of bone
I’m very happy with how my Styr looks in person, but my pictures here…kinda suck. And I couldn’t figure out how to crop the one picture so he’s closer. Probably just have to do that prior to adding them to the post. Things to remember for next time
Love the chosen of Styr sculpt and how he came out. Particularly I think the face paint worked well
The spear wives. Good paintjob, deadly on the table, photographed like shit. Very disappointing.
He was still waiting for his porridge when Ramsay swept into the hall with his Bastard's Boys, shouting for music. Abel rubbed the sleep from his eyes, took up his lute, and launched into "The Dornishman's Wife," whilst one of his washerwomen beat time on her drum. The singer changed the words, though. Instead of tasting a Dornishman's wife, he sang of tasting a northman's daughter.
He could lose his tongue for that, Theon thought, as his bowl was being filled. He is only a singer. Lord Ramsay could flay the skin off both his hands, and no one would say a word. But Lord Bolton smiled at the lyric and Ramsay laughed aloud. Then others knew that it was safe to laugh as well.
- The Turncloak, aDwD
Abel (Mance Rayder) and one of his spearwives (she isn’t named, but i used my design for Frenya) / Ramsay Bolton, “Fat” Walda Frey, Roose Bolton
Mance also known to have idea about how to get in WF from dungeons and he is still alive. Maybe he would be helpful to starks.
Hi anon!
If Ramsay is not lying and indeed has Mance in his clutches, I am not sure that Mance would be in any kind of condition to help anyone.
Ramsay is extremely prickly, and Mance had successfully fooled them all by posing as a harmless singer, while the spearwives did some murdering.
I only think he kept Theon alive because it amused him and because Theon did not prick his pride. Ramsay fooled Theon, not the other way around.
Speculatively, it's actually possible that Mance got away. We never see him get captured, and all the information that Ramsay sends in the Pink Letter he could have gotten from torturing any of the captured spearwives.
Mance was last seen in the Great Hall, during the general upheaval of the men readying to leave the castle, after the murder of Little Walder was revealed.
He turned his head, his pale cold eyes searching the hall until they found the bard Abel beside Theon. "Singer," he called, "come sing us something soothing."
Abel bowed. "If it please your lordship." Lute in hand, he sauntered to the dais, hopping nimbly over a corpse or two, and seated himself cross-legged on the high table. As he began to play—a sad, soft song that Theon Greyjoy did not recognize—Ser Hosteen, Ser Aenys, and their fellow Freys turned away to lead their horses from the hall.
Rowan grasped Theon's arm. "The bath. It must be now." (...)
"The snow will hide us. Are you deaf? Bolton is sending forth his swords. We have to reach King Stannis before they do."
"But … Abel …"
"Abel can fend for himself," murmured Squirrel. (...)
"Frenya, Holly, go with them," Rowan said. "We will be along with Abel. Do not wait for us." And with that, she whirled and plunged into the snow, toward the Great Hall. Willow and Myrtle hurried after her, cloaks snapping in the wind. (ADWD, Theon I)
Squirrel stayed in Jeyne's chamber. Rowan, Myrtle and Willow head toward Mance in the Great Hall. Frenya and Holly go with Theon and Jeyne, and are killed.
For all we know, Ramsay only got one of the spearwives.
We know they are capable of sneaking about quickly and undetected.
He had come this close to telling them the truth when Rowan had delivered him to Abel in the ruins of the Burned Tower, but at the last instant he had held his tongue.
Considering Ramsay is likely lying about a lot of things in his letter, I would not be surprised if Mance had gotten away and was hiding somewhere, Bael the Bard style.
If not, I doubt we'll see him be of much use for anyone anymore. The image of the cage is a deliberate mirror, after all.
Mance Rayder's thick grey-brown hair blew about his face as he walked. He pushed it from his eyes with bound hands, smiling. But when he saw the cage, his courage failed him. (...)
Mance was bloody when the queen's men half-shoved, half-carried him to the cage. A dozen men-at-arms heaved together to hoist him into the air. (...)
Inside his cage, Mance Rayder clawed at the noose about his neck with bound hands and screamed incoherently of treachery and witchery, denying his kingship, denying his people, denying his name, denying all that he had ever been. (...)
Clutching the bars of his cage with bound hands, Mance sobbed and begged. When the fire reached him he did a little dance. His screams became one long, wordless shriek of fear and pain. Within his cage, he fluttered like a burning leaf, a moth caught in a candle flame. (...)
A woman's sobs echoed off the Wall as the wildling king slid bonelessly to the floor of his cage, wreathed in fire.
(ADWD, Jon III)
Matches...
I will have my bride back. If you want Mance Rayder back, come and get him. I have him in a cage for all the north to see, proof of your lies. The cage is cold, but I have made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell. (...)
When he was done, Tormund whistled. "Har. That's buggered, and no mistake. What was that about Mance? Has him in a cage, does he? How, when hundreds saw your red witch burn the man?"
That was Rattleshirt, Jon almost said. That was sorcery. A glamor, she called it. (ADWD, Jon XIII)
It was a lie. Then.
I guess it depends on whether or not GRRM thinks there would be a good use for Mance in the future plot. If not, he gave him a darkly ironic end. If yes, he has a darkly ironic precedent.
"A man can own a woman or a man can own a knife, but no man can own both. Every little girl learns that from her mother"
A selection of spearwives to bulk out the wildling horde. It's nice getting a chance to paint a lot of women, and try out some of the different skin tones I'll be using for first men and wildlings - a combo of Sámi, Native American, and Mongolian influences. There's a lot of earth tones, with the occasional black item... liberated from the Night's Watch, and some pops of colour.
Their plan was madness. Hopeless, foolish, doomed.
The Wildling Spearwives had dressed like servants and they insisted that it was Theon who helped them.
Theon led the way up the stairs. The door to Ramsay’s bedchamber was before him. And guarding it were two of the Bastard’s Boys.
“I have hot water for the Lady Arya,” Theon told them. “Try a wash yourself, Reek. You smell,” said one. But they unlocked the door to the bedchamber, and Theon waved the women through.
No day had dawned inside this room. Shadows covered all. The girl is gone, Theon thought. She has thrown herself out a window in despair. “Where is she?” Holly asked. Then they saw her.
Jeyne had pulled the furs up over herself to hide. From us? Or was she expecting her lord husband? The thought that Ramsay might be coming made him want to scream. “No need to hide. These are friends.”
“Theon?”
Rowan moved closer. “You must come with us, and quickly. We’ve come to take you to your brother.”
“Brother? I … I have no brothers.” She has forgotten who she is. She has forgotten her name. “” “You have a half-brother. Jon Snow”
“No. This is some trick. It’s him, it’s my … my lord, my sweet lord, he sent you, this is just some test to make sure that I love him. I do, I do, I love him more than anything.” A tear ran down her cheek. “Tell him, you tell him. I’ll do what he wants … whatever he wants … with him or … or with the dog or … please … he doesn’t need to cut my feet off, I won’t try to run away, not ever.”
Rowan whistled softly. “Gods curse the man.”
“You know me. I’m Theon, you remember. I know you too. I know your name.”
Squirrel had stripped down to her smallclothes. With Rowan’s help, Theon got Jeyne Poole into Squirrel’s clothes. If the gods are good and the guards are blind, she may pass.
“Now we are going out and down the steps,” Theon told the girl. “Keep your head down and your hood up. Don’t run, don’t cry, don’t speak, don’t look anyone in the eye.” “Stay close to me,” Jeyne said. “Don’t leave me.” “I will be right beside you.” Theon promised as Squirrel slipped into Lady Arya’s bed. The guards didn’t even look when they left.
But on the steps the fear returned. What if they met Ramsay himself? Gods save me, not Ramsay, anyone but him. What use was it to smuggle the girl out of her bedchamber? Ramsay would flay them all.
They were in the heart of Winterfell with the castle all around them. Even if the guards let us pass, there is no way through the outer wall.
The Battlements Gate was flanked by a pair of guards. “Reek, is that you?” “You poor boys must be freezing,” said Holly.
“Here, let me warm you up.” The woman neared and before the guards could react they were dead.
From behind them came alarums and the sounds of running feet.
Frenya stopped and turned. “Go on. I will hold the kneelers here.” Theon was staggering by the time he reached the foot of the stair.
He slung the girl over his shoulder and began to climb
He could hear the shouting from below, where Frenya was fighting half a dozen guards-men in the snow.
“Which way?” he shouted.“
...
The wind was howling, and he and the girl were trapped.
If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay. Theon grabbed Jeyne about the waist and jumped.
From A Dance with Dragons Chapter 71 (Theon I) - shortened
Lord Manderly had brought musicians from White Harbor, but none were singers, so when Abel turned up at the gates with a lute and six women, he had been made welcome. "Two sisters, two daughters, one wife, and my old mother," the singer claimed, though not one looked like him. "Some dance, some sing, one plays the pipe and one the drums. Good washerwomen too."
Today auditions start for those who want to audition for Osha and the spearwives. So, @lady-belladonna-aviator, @katnissevergreening, @baefulandplayful, @fandomdust, @turncloakforwhat, @i-can-handle-this and anyone else who wants to audition for either of these characters, this post is for you!
Pick a song of your choice and send it to me in a video file. Message me so we can exchange emails so I can also email you the parts of the script that I want you to do.
One thing that bothered me about 'The Watchers on The Wall': Why were there no women on the wildling side (apart from Ygritte)? Where are the spearwives? Why were they not included?
