you win or you die

Now that the arena has been released, you are all able to start any threads in the Games. Remember, to kill a character you must discuss it between yourselves, but we'd like to keep all of you for as long as we can! There are still spots left open, and so killing faceless/red-shirt characters will be no problem.

Any updates on the arena will be brought to you through this blog and Westeros Weekly. (Though Petyr does have a surprise up his very devious sleeve). 

We would also be appreciative if any major character deaths would be sent in to us, incase we haven't had a chance to read the threads yet. The deaths do not need to be discussed with the mods, though we would like to make note of them and keep track.

The Quarter Quell arrives and the Games begin again. That is to say, our glorified Victors turn to Tributes again, where certainly the Capitol will find more entertainment than a cat and jewel patterns from the sun.

Tributes, this is your calling - your fate - that you have signed onto. This will be the test, whom of you remains the elite and whom of you has garnered the training? This year, the arena is certainly not for the faint of heart, or rather, it is not for the faintly boned - surely they will break, like brittle leaves underfoot. 

Your Capitol, will have the expressed pleasure of feasting on their Tributes in an arena from the mind of Petyr Baelish, a most esteemed - and dare we say - devious, Games-Maker. 

Your arena this year comes from a mastermind, dear Tributes. A boreal forest - full of trees hard to climb, but easy to hide in - looms ahead. Under the canopies of leaves and branches you will find no clearings, only the dim light of a sun that can barely peak through.

The Cornucopia, a favourite event, sits in the centre of the arena, atop a hill encased in ice - frozen over and hard to climb. Surrounded by a tundra, this is your clearing, Tributes. A core heart of ice, with a white waste to frame it. 

The closer to the core and Cornucopia you get, the colder it will be. Freezing near your supplies and weapons, the edges and forest remain warm and easiest - but why would we make this easy for you, Tributes? The Capitol - Kings Landing - is tired of easy. 

Snowstorms and rain will rage and be your enemies, as well as each other.  Wildfyre, an unruly substance with the temper of a dragon, is your only tool to light fire. Your only friend, and it could eat you alive.

Expect others to come for you, dear Tributes. This Quarter Quell is a violent masterpiece. These Hunger Games will be historic, vengeful and malevolent. 

The game has changed, Tributes.

Renly Baratheon -> TAKEN

It was never hard to see how Renly managed to win the Games. He hardly killed anyone at all. He only made alliances, and those who joined him were more than willing to to do the dirty work for him. He became an icon in Westeros when he nonchalantly killed the last of his female followers himself, not even fazed my their adoration.

In addition to our sparkling Capitol gossip, we now have a follow list!

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Petyr Baelish -> TAKEN

Petyr Baelish was never one for violence — at least not by his hands. He has never won any victory in the arena and, until somewhat recently, the only connection he had with the Games seemed to be an uncanny knack for picking winners.

Meera Reed -> TAKEN

The girl’s first time in the competition came to all as a shock. Who would have thought that, out of all possible candidates in the wide Northern District, it was a child born of the mysterious crannogmen who was meant to taste the misfortune of having her name drawn. Petty, scrawny, wise and nimble, yet so ridiculously obsolete under the shadow of the strong and healthy Careers. The surprise only increased when, against all bets and odds, the eldest daughter of infamous Howland Reed rose to glory with her unexpected victory in the Games. Fresh meat for the media, a maid of unblemished sixteen years of age, the label “Frogeater” — earned both from her family’s history and how she managed to survive eating nothing but amphibians as her fellow tributes starved to death — immediately shifted from the scorn of nobility into a young and swift fashion icon.

Meera never seemed, however, to master the ability of coping with the Capitol’s manners, even less so with the cruelty they showed towards each and any glimpse of refractoriness. Only just a few weeks after her coming out of that bloodcovered inferno, the President tried to sell the wild youth to a sponsor. Rumor has it, the act was never consummated, for she stabbed the man before he could have her. Ever since the episode, all moves towards the newly-made Victor have been directly aimed to give her hell. 

Elia Martell -> TAKEN

The only thing Elia keeps from her past – before she married Rhaegar, before she moved to the glitzy Capitol, before the Capitol branded her as theirs – is her surname. Her husband is a Targaryen, her children are Targaryens, but Elia knows she will never be one.

Hiding behind a mask of domestic simplicity and sweet wit, Elia conceals her hatred of the Capitol, of the violence, of the Games that corrupted her nieces and burned her nephew, that threw little Dany against cruel Viserys. Suspicion grips her tight – the Gamemakers, the Capitol must have made it so, targeted her family, Rhaegar’s family – but to what end? Elia knows that it cannot be for the audience, for the ratings, for the drama it will create. It is to cull the promising, the glittering, the charismatic and charming victors of years past.