The Captain's sense of warfare doesn't fit in Westeros.

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The continents of Westeros and Essos.

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┈ ⋞ 〈He's lost in Westeros.〉 ⋟ ┈

Yes, I know the picture doesn't really look like Price. Trust me, I tried!

The Captain went down somewhere in Kuwait, but he's not in Kansas anymore.

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There are two intro options: Storm's End (Intro 1) and Braavos (Intro 2).

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Intro 1: Storm's End

“...well, shit.”

John stood among the windswept bluffs, rifle in hand, the one palm holding his hat flat to the crown of his head. He stared across the bay at the monolithic structure, its architecture a jutting intrusion on the bleak, cloudy skies. His feet ached from miles of hiking the uneven terrain. The wind in this place was biting.

It was the largest structure he’d seen since he woke up flat on his back in the middle of the woods. The first thing he’d come across was the old road, unpaved but marked by ruts from wheels. He’d followed it to what looked like a medieval reenactment that he’d quickly learned was not a reenactment at all.

Just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

He’d seen the moon and stars last night. They were not his moon and stars.

Now he saw the great castle of Storm’s End, so the locals said from where he’d overheard outside the town. He looked foreign and didn’t want to get too close. Really, he was lucky these people spoke a language he could understand. John was still kitted up from the op in Kuwait, carrying his rifle and wearing his tac vest. The wind cut through his lightweight fishing shirt. He wasn’t dressed for a hike through a brain bleed-induced hallucination of a fantasy world. At least, that’s what John assumed was going on; why else was he seeing and experiencing this place like it was real? It absolutely wasn’t. It was a dream, or he was in a coma, or he’d eaten the absolute worst MRE the crown could offer and was suffering legendary food poisoning.

The alternative was that the castle on the cliffs in front of him was real, which John absolutely refused to accept.

Real or not, he was cold, tired, and needed intel. A castle meant nobility, which meant information. He wasn’t going to learn much just stealing from farmers and eavesdropping on housewives in villages.

John adjusted his hat again and started down the grassy hill, closing the gap between him and the great castle of Storm’s End.

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Location: A quarter mile south of Storm's End in the Stormlands..

Time: Later afternoon, autumn (winter is coming).

You are: Anyone! A farmer, a noble, a knight...

He is: Captain John Price.

Circumstances: He was magically transported here from Kuwait.

The castle of Storm's End.

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Storm's End is the seat of House Baratheon, the Lords Paramount of the Stormlands. The castle is located at Durran's Point on the northern coast of Shipbreaker Bay, south of Bronzegate and northeast of Griffin's Roost. The kingsroad runs north from Storm's End through the stormlands to King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

One of the strongest castles in the realm, Storm's End was once the ancestral seat of the Storm Kings of House Durrandon extending back many thousands of years. The castle is said to be protected by spells woven into its very walls that prevent magic from affecting it or passing through it.

The free city of Braavos.

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Intro 2: Braavos

At the very least, the food was good.

John didn’t know what he’d been expecting. He’d eaten just about every food on earth, but when he’d wandered down to the shores of the strange coastland he’d woken up on, a good curry was the last thing he thought he’d be eating.

Braavos was strange yet familiar enough that part of him wanted to lower his defenses. He wanted to enjoy his meal, paid for with a strange coin traded for a few of his glowsticks from his kit. He apparently had a room at the unusual inn where he was sitting and eating his curry. The building was on stilts over the bay, stacked up three floors, and open to the canals between the boardwalks. Outside hawkers called their wares and ships rang their bells. He could faintly see the entrance of the bay, where a statue of titanic size stood guard like a stone gladiator.

John wore a threadbare shawl over his shoulders and torso, covering his tac vest. He couldn’t hide his rifle, though. People stared at it even now as he sat by the canalside open archways, whispering. Guns weren’t standard here...wherever here was.

It definitely wasn’t Kuwait.

Location: The free city of Braavos, in Essos.

Time: Later afternoon, autumn (winter is coming).

You are: Anyone! A slave, a merchant, an assassin, a noble, etc.

He is: Captain John Price.

Circumstances: He was magically transported here.

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Braavos is the wealthiest and likely the most powerful of the Free Cities. It is located in the Great Lagoon on the northwestern end of Essos, where the narrow sea and the Shivering Sea meet. Braavos is also known as Braavos of the Hundred Isles and the Secret City, a name also attributed to the city Nefer, the last remaining city of N'ghai. Braavos is sometimes referred to as the "bastard daughter of Valyria".