Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. ~Friedrich Nietzsche The great war finally ceased its vicious grasp over Westeros. Jon Arryn stood victorious and became king of the realm. The lands of Westeros were at peace, their only worry the far off threat of encroaching Winter. But the fault lines of politics are always unstable. Within the woodwork, unrest was brewing, stirring like a great serpent, rising it's ugly head to destroy the fragile peace of the calm land. With the death of Jon Arryn, everything changed. The stability that the peoples of Westeros strove to protect disappeared like smoke through the open window of a brothel. Jon Arryn's death has ignited a self-interested passion within the Great Houses, as each strives for absolute dominance of the realm. Stark. Lannister. Arryn. Tully. Baratheon. Greyjoy. Bolton. Tyrell. Targaryen. To curb the possibility of incited violence, these Great Houses founded the Westerosi High Council. But each house, despite an outward appearance of trust and acceptance toward the other, often is planning to stab the other in the throat. This is the story of Westeros. This is the Game of Thrones.