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Year 845
Ehrmich District
The sound of glass shattering fills the room as Levi grabs Aemon by his shirt collar before shoving him against the bookshelf in Erwin's office.
"You knew this would happen?!" he furiously questions with an expression that would make lesser men cower.
His eyes the color of frozen silver, Aemon returns Levi's furious gaze, "Remove your hand before I turn you into a proper dwarf." replies Aemon as his hand instinctively reaches for the dagger sheathed at his belt.
"Levi, let him go." says Hange as she approaches him and gently removes Levi's hand from Aemon's collar.
With another warning gaze to Aemon, Levi returns to his seat.
"Did you know that this would happen?" asks Erwin as everyone returns to their seats.
"Aye, I had an idea that it was possible." says Aemon as he adjusts his shirt collar. "Nonetheless, I did not know that Wall Maria would be breached mere days after my arrival." he explains.
"I see." mutters Erwin as he leans back in his seat in contemplation.
"You said that you have an idea of the political structure outside of the walls and the history of the world, what can you tell us about these new titans?" asks Levi before taking a sip of his tea.
"Those titans, the Colossal and Armored titan, are no normal titans, they are titan shifters." answers Aemon.
"Titan shifters?" asks Hange.
"Men with the power to shift into titans at will. They possess enhanced healing capabilities allowing them to regenerate limbs, the ability to shift between titan and man, and each shifter possesses a unique ability." explains Aemon.
Hearing Aemon's description, the other occupants of the room fall silent as they process the information. The first to come out of their reverie is Hange as she vaults from her chair and grasps Aemon by his shoulder.
"Woooow!" she exclaims with a blush on her cheeks and stars in her eyes. "Can you show me? How do they change? Do they need to eat humans? How did they become like that?" shaking Aemon by his shoulders, Hange fires countless questions towards him at a pace incomprehensible to all but her.
Looking around the room, Aemon can tell that none of them plan to leave the room until they have received all of the information regarding the Titans and everything surrounding them.
With an irritated sigh Aemon makes himself comfortable in his chair, "Do you at least have something stronger than tea, for this tale is a long and arduous one."
With a nod, Erwin opens one of the bottom drawers of his desk and takes out a bottle of wine.
"This is the best that I have." he says as he takes out a glass and passes it over to Aemon along with the bottle.
Taking the bottle from Erwin with a nod, Aemon pours himself a glass and proceeds to chug it.
"This is a bit weak, but it will have to do." he says to himself before turning back to his audience. "Now… where to begin."
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Late into the night, Aemon stumbles into his room, his previously pristine shirt partially unbuttoned and slightly wrinkled, his eyes slightly droopy, and his hair disheveled and hanging free as opposed to its normal bun.
The meeting between Erwin, Levi, Hange, and him had run far past the time that he had anticipated and became more tense as he relayed what he remembers about the history of this world to them without delving into the plot nor hinting at him knowing anything about future events. As far as they know he's simply well versed into the history and lore of the people of Marley, Eldia, and Titans.
As far as they know he is a magic user not from this world willing to help them in exchange for a place to live and a position of power in their society.
With a smirk on his face, Aemon undresses himself before stumbling onto his bed and mentally pulling up the group chat interface.
[Name: Aemon Stark
Race: Human
CP: 0
Position: Admin
Username: A Song of Ice and Fire
Chat Inventory: 1x Starter Pack]
Looking at the starter pack in his inventory Aemon can't help the smile that grows on his face. For the past five days he had been busy acclimating himself to this new world, learning the ins and outs of the Dimensional Chat Group, and while trying to prove his worth to Commander Shadis. As such he hasn't had the time to open his starter pack.
Not willing to wait any longer, Aemon commands the system to open his starter pack.
[1x Starter Pack opened]
[Received: 5,000 CP, 10 Ultimate Gacha Tickets, 1 Medium Item Ticket.
Looking at his rewards Aemon isn't sure whether to be excited or annoyed. On the one hand the Ultimate Gacha Tickets allow him to receive anything regardless of rank, unlike the ranked gacha tickets, on the other hand it's unfortunately still gacha. The Medium Item Ticket will allow him to redeem any item of that rank, and 5,000 CP is only useful to buy in the low tier item section.
"It is still better than nothing." says Aemon as he uses his gacha tickets.
[Ability: Conqueror's Haki
Character Summon: Servant Assassin - Hassan of the Hundred Faces
Skill: Riding(Fate) A+
Star Wars ARC Trooper Training Manual
Character Template: Black Knight (Dane Whitman)
Item: Briefcase of 50 Perfected Super-Soldier Serums (Marvel Comics Edition)
Character Summon: Balalaika
R.A.D - Room of Accelerated Development
Body Purifying Pill
Trait: Indomitable Will
All Rewards Placed in Chat Inventory]
With a gleam in his eyes, Aemon sits up and immediately takes out the Body Purifying Pill out of his inventory.
The pill in his hand looks no bigger than an advil pill and is gleaming red in color. A warmth constantly pulses from the pill like a heartbeat along with a slight medicinal scent.
Similar to the famous body tempering pill in xianxia novels, the Body Purifying Pill strengthens one's body and removes impurities found within. Unlike those pills however, the one in his hand does so by purifying one's bloodline to its pinnacle without changing the person's race.
As such, despite having blood of the dragon through his father, Rhaegar, Aemon will not turn into a dragon. Regardless, he should be well above human standards in all parameters after taking the pill. Already due to the perk "The Seed is Strong" he is already the "most perfect, the strongest specimen of your kind that exists in the world. As a human you become a Post-Olympian, a magnificent specimen of a person with strength, beauty, flexibility and all other attributes pushed as high as can be."
Without further deliberation, Aemon places the pill in his mouth and proceeds to swallow it.
Immediately after swallowing the pill, Aemon feels a raging fire course through his blood and devour his body, almost as if he were floating within a volcano. As the beginning of a scream escapes his mouth, Aemon harshly bites down on his tongue. The coppery taste of blood fills his mouth and his mind receives a moment of clarity before the fire returns.
Regardless of the pain, he refuses to release a single sound. Even as he starts to lose himself within the pain, his mouth remains shut and the only sound coming from his body are inaudible whimpers.
As the agony reaches a level that Aemon could never imagine before, the fire in his veins is replaced by ice, and the volcano is replaced by an iceberg. So sudden is the change that the shock of it sends Aemon's consciousness to the realm of sleep.
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Aemon feels nothing, not the raging inferno nor the freezing ice that feels his veins. His awakening is so peaceful that it takes him a minute or two to recognise his surroundings, the godswood of Winterfell
Rather than waking in his room within the headquarters of the Scout's Regiment, Aemon finds himself surrounded by a multitude of trees creating a dense canopy over old, packed earth and humus and moss. At the center of the grove, and surrounded by ash, chestnut, elm, hawthorn, ironwood, oak, sentinel, and soldier pine trees, stands an ancient weirwood with a face carved into it, a heart tree standing over a pool of black water.
Before Aemon can further appreciate the godswood, a voice calls out to him.
"Jon." He freezes, Aemon knows that voice, and yet he dares not hope.
The last he heard it had been before their separation and moons before the man's death at the hands of that cunt Joffrey. Nay, to say that it were at Joffrey's hands would do his uncle a great disservice, for the coward did not possess the balls to do it himself. Rather the coward had his personal butcher do it for him. The bastard probably couldn't even lift the sword if he wanted to do it himself.
"It is good to see you Jon." says his uncle's voice as he turns to face him.
Despite knowing what he may face, Aemon can't help the sad smile on his face.
"Hello uncle." says Aemon as Eddard Stark brings him in for a tight hug.
"You've grown." says his uncle.
"Aye, and you've stayed the same." replies Aemon with a smile as they separate.
"It is the afterlife." explains Eddard.
"Then how am I here?" asks Aemon as he looks around the godswood. "I did not die during the Battle for the Dawn. Rather I found myself in a different world, one where Westeros does not exist." he adds.
"I know not how these things work, only that I found myself here after death." answers Eddard with a shake of his head.
With a nod of his head, Aemon continues to appreciate the view as they fall into a somewhat awkward silence. Many things need to be said between them, yet not one of them wants to be the one to initiate the conversation.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" asks Eddard after a few moments of silence.
"Aye." replies Aemon.
"'Aye'" mocks an arrogant voice from the godswood's entrance. "Not only do you lack Valyrian coloring, but you also speak like a northman. That weak little cunt just had to take Aegon's prophecy literally and breed into the savage north."
Turning around to face the voice, Aemon finds himself reaching for Longclaw, only to come up empty handed.
With a slight frown on his face, Aemon studies the new arrival and instinctively three words come to mind to describe him, dashing, danring, and very dangerous. Donning black plate armor with the Targaryen sigil on his chest, and a Dark Sister at his hip, the man looks ethereally handsome and gives off the air of a very dangerous man.
"Daemon Targaryen." says Aemon as the man walks up to them before standing a few meters from them with a swagger that Aemon is all too familiar with. He too once stood like that before becoming Aemon Stark.
"It seems that even centuries after my death, my reputation precedes me." says Daemon as he studies Aemon.
"It wasn't hard to puzzle. You lack the red eyes of Bloodraven, the white cloak of the Kingsguard, and unless you grew teats somewhere under that armor you can't be Visenya." replies Aemon with a raised eyebrow.
With a chuckle Daemon steps closer to Aemon, "It seems that your brain isn't simply a fill in for the space between your ears, that's good." he says as he pats Aemon on the shoulder.
"To what do we owe this honor Daemon?" asks Eddard as he slightly steps in between Daemon and his son.
"It's Prince to you." replies Daemon. "This may be the afterlife but you will still afford me the proper respects, else I won't hesitate to cut you down." he says with a dark glare before turning back to Aemon.
"I'm always interested in meeting my descendents, and I have to say, you're certainly a step up from the let downs I've seen." compliments Daemon.
Despite himself, Aemon can't help the slight smirk that grows on his face "Well not all of us can inherit a fully grown dragon and a valyrian steel sword." replies Aemon before turning back to his uncle.
"Why am I here?" asks Aemon.
Eddard Stark and Daemon Targaryen glance at each. The two could not be any more different from each other, and yet in that moment they move as one.
