Would the Thenns practice thraldom?
They might though I doubt their valley can sustain the additional numbers.
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Would the Thenns practice thraldom?
They might though I doubt their valley can sustain the additional numbers.
Thanks for the question, anon

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what would you say is a fair estimate for the population of the iron islands, and what percentage of that do you think kidnapped thralls and salt wives are? just looking for a rough estimate. i'm assuming the number of salt wives is pretty high since the ironborn culture sees abducting them as a point of pride, and probably every sailor will do it if they get the chance, but there's less information about thralls.
The Iron Islands have a population of around 1.5 million.
I did some digging in the secondary literature, and the most reputable source I saw was that 10% of the population of medieval Scandinavia were thralls. So that would suggest 150,000 thralls.Ā
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The forest was quiet, the only sound the rustling of the wind through the trees and his footsteps on the small path. The firs and pines blocked out all sunlight, surrounding him with darkness. A crow cawed. Sans twitched, glancing up to see it take flight. Sweeping his coat closed, he continued forward, deeper into the forest. In toward the best trees. Snow creaked beneath his feet with every step, and every breath laid like a cloud around him. The sound of a twig breaking came from inside the trees, and he quickly turned to see, his soul skipping a beat. Nothing. At least it didnāt look like it. It couldāve been an animal. And it couldāve been one of the Underwordly.
This was their part of the forest, far away from the settlements. Sans wouldāve never ventured this far into it voluntarily, but the master had wanted the most beautiful Midwinter tree. Shivering in the cold, he continued forward, squeezing the axe swung over his shoulder hard.
Back home, a warm fire would wait. Hopefully heād come home in time for supper, too. The warmth of the langhouse had rarely seemed so inviting, despite him no longer being able to see it. He flexed the fingers of his free hand in his pocket, breathing out. Vapor rose toward the pine crowns high above. More creaking. Freezing mid-step, Sans spied into the cluster of firs, swallowing. Yeah, that didnāt come from him. Still, nothing else came. Only silence.
Probably just a deer.
His soul pounded in his chest as he nodded to himself, forcing himself to continue forward. As tempted as he was to just turn around and leave for home, he couldnāt. Undoubtedly, someone would figure out heād disobeyed orders, and that never ended well. Sure, they had to be careful, what with his low HP and all, but that didnāt mean it couldnāt be painful as all Hel. Heād rather take his chances with the Underwordly.
Sans sighed in relief as he finally reached the fir clung. These were the prettiest trees in the forest, and rarely did anyone dare cut them down. This was the forest roeās territory, they said. Full of trolls, others said. Some even claimed the elves danced here, though Sans couldnāt see how thatād be possible. There wasnāt enough place for a ring dance, and anyway, the elves preferred misty meadows and glens.
It wasnāt strange theyād chosen to send a thrall instead of a free person, no matter which of the rumours were true, or even if none were. Glancing over the trees, he chose one of reasonable size. He would have to carry it back through the forest, after all, without making it any less pretty. It wouldāve been easier if he hadnāt been alone, but everyone in the settlement was busy preparing for Midwinter. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over. He waded through the waist deep snow and began digging out the trunk of the fir. As he was brushing off the snow around him, a voice came from behind.
āYouāre brave, venturing this far into the forest.ā
For a moment, he stood frozen before twisting around. Cold sweat dripped down his neck. By Frey, who the fuck would be this far out in the forest? His eyes caught on another skeleton. He was standing in the path through the snow Sans had made, coming here. Dressed in a dark blue dress, a fur mantle, and adorned with pearls and bronze, he looked on par with the king in riches. His mouth dried up when a white tail stuck out beneath the skirt.
āMy lord,ā he croaked, bowing deeply. Forest roe. The roe chuckled, stepping forward. He grabbed his jaw, forcing Sans to meet his gaze. Purple eyelights burned brightly with obvious power. His bones were tinted green, and his teeth looked sharp enough to kill. Elegantly curved antlers protruded from his skull. Sans swallowed again, hunching his shoulders as he obediently held the otherās gaze. āYour skirt does not cover quite everything.ā
Raising an eyebrow, the roe glanced down, and hummed. The tail swept in beneath the skirt, now hidden. āThank you,ā he said. āWhat are you doing so far away from your mortal settlements?ā
He grinned, and Sans wasnāt sure which was more overwhelming; how intimidating or how beautiful it was. Around them, the forest seemed to grow thicker, darker. The little sunlight which had found its way through the pine crowns disappeared, until Sans felt like he couldnāt breathe.
āMy master wanted me to get one of the pines for Midwinter, my lord,ā he replied. Was it really a good idea to mention that? It was to ward away the Underwordly, after all. But lying seemed stupid. Suddenly, the light seemed to return to the grove.
The roe nodded. He pointed at one of the trees. āTake that one. Itāll stand the longest.ā
Blinking, Sans straightened his back. The roe stared at him expectantly, and after a moment of hesitance, Sans grinned at them, even as he could feel his legs trembling. Dear Yggdrasil. āThanks, my lord.ā
Feeling the roeās gaze on his back, he backed a few steps before approaching the fir tree. It was indeed a beautiful one, luscious and thick, and its needles the greenest green. Doing his best to ignore the way the roeās eyes seemed to burn through his thick coat, Sans cleaned up the snow around the trunk. He hoisted the axe from his shoulder, and began chopping. The sound echoed through the forest. The pine fell with a crash. Sans hissed as the needles scratched his bones.
Loud steps from behind made him twist around, and his eyes widened as he found himself face to face with a moose. Its antlers were enormous, reaching toward the tree tops, and is snorted. Vapor stood in clouds around its muzzle. Gaping, Sans looked toward the roe who grinned at him.
āYouāre polite. I appreciate that,ā the roe said, waving their hand. The moose turned around, revealing that it was wearing a rope harness. āTie up your tree, Iām helping you get it home. Hurry up, before I change my mind.ā
Nodding quickly, Sans hurried to tie up the pine in the ropes. The roe watched him, he could feel it, but when he turned around to see he was gone. No longer standing where he had been just a minute before. A loud chuckle made him look up. Oh. The roe was sitting in side-saddle over the mooseās back. The roe held out his hand toward Sans. āGet up. Walking goes too slow in this snow.ā
āHeh,ā Sans replied, grinning nervously. He rubbed his neck. āIād ratherā¦. Not. If thatās alright.ā
āIt is not.ā Suddenly, the moose folded its legs beneath it, lying down. āUp.ā
Feeling his soul pound nervously, Sans slowly approached. There was not really anything to do but obey lest he wanted to get on the bad side of the roe. Which he really didnāt. He treasured his sanity. Taking the roeās hand, he allowed himself to be pulled up in the mooseās back, yelping as it stood again. He instinctually clung onto the roe, who was sitting steadily, despite being in side-saddle. He, who was straddling the moose, felt like he was going to fall off.
āSo, you may call me Razz,ā the roe said as the moose began to walk, rocking beneath them. Sans held tightly onto its rough fur. Since he was a thrall, heād never been on a horse, and a moose was a long step away from even a horse. Razz. Hardly the roeās real name, giving that out would be stupid.
āC-Comic,ā Sans stuttered out, giving the name his and Papyrusā mother had told them to give, did they ever meet the Underwordly. His teeth had begun to chatter now when the adrenaline was leaving his body. Suddenly he appreciated the moose, the body warmth coming from it helped fight off the cold. āMy lord.ā
āA delight, Comic.ā Razz twisted around, seemingly unbothered by the movements of the moose, until he was facing Sans. He smiled, and for a second, Sans forgot how to breathe. Stunning. His awkward grin returned as he felt a blush rise on his cheeks. āTell me about the lives of you mortals.ā
"Iām in agreement that thereās no meaningful difference to the thrall or salt wife, but Westeros views thralldom fundamentally differently than chattel slavery." The ironborn might, but does the rest of westeros?
From the worldbook:
Thralldom was a common practice amongst the First Men during their long dominion over Westerosāfurther support for the ironborn having descended from the First Men. Ā Ā
Further, thralldom should not be conflated with chattel slavery as it exists in certain of the Free Cities and lands farther east.Ā
When King Theon III Greyjoy sailed against them, he was defeated and slain by Lord Lymond Hightower, the Sea Lion, who revived the practice of thralldom in Oldtown just long enough to set the ironmen captured during the battle to hard labor strengthening the cityās walls. Ā Ā
Modern Westerosi might view the practice as a barbaric throwback to an earlier, less-civilized time, but it is different from chattel slavery.
Thanks for the question, Anon.
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Can't the Iron Islands and the Ironborns technically be considered thralls of the Iron Throne?
No. Thralldom is a type of involuntary servitude, a state forced into after capture. The Iron Islands and the ironborn, at the start of the series, are in a feudal relationship with the Iron Throne. Feudalism is a land-for-service type relationship, where an overlord allots a certain portion of land in exchange for military service and other obligations as stipulated in a feudal contract. Typical terms usually involve an assessment of taxes along a certain fee structure and service of a certain number of troops for a portion of time, all outlined in the contract.
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Under his thrall, and in some cases under his bedsheets, Jones was always selective about how executive elite, and just like many other men who like power, adoration, and shallow bolsters to their fragile self-esteem, he surrounded himself with women he found non-threatening and easy to control.
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I wonder if thereās some form is cognitive dissonance of having stance ofĀ āisekai where MC end up being slave owner are bad by defaultā and shrugging shoulders that MC of historical fiction story set in slave society has household slave(s).