Skyrim System In Westeros

Faced with the unknown, Wright remained cautious. Many bolds adventurers had met their end through carelessness. Riding his skeletal steed, Arvak, he conjured a longsword of ice in his hand, prepared for combat at any moment.

The blizzard obscured his vision, forcing him to rely on the magical energy guiding his way.

Suddenly, a humanoid figure rose from the snow. Its armor was forged from solid ice, leaving much of its pale, shriveled skin exposed to the harsh wind. In its hand, it wielded a crystalline spear, pointing it directly at Wright.

"A White Walker!"

White Walkers were an intelligent humanoid race. By Wright's categorization, they belonged to the undead. Their skin was withered and pallid, their blue eyes glimmering faintly with an eerie magical light, akin to tiny blue stars.

They possessed the terrifying ability to reanimate corpses for battle. The Night's Watch referred to these undead as "wights." Under magical influence, the reanimated corpses did not decay and retained their physical form. Like their creators, their eyes emitted the same icy blue glow.

As undead beings, White Walkers were naturally adapted to the frozen wilderness and were skilled in ice magic. However, despite their apparent strength, they had notable weaknesses — they feared fire and were less agile compared to strong human warriors. Their armor and weapons, crafted from enchanted ice, were formidable, capable of shattering metal upon contact.

In contrast, the wights they raised were relentless. While not as nimble as humans, wights charged without regard for injury, dragging themselves forward even with severed limbs.

White Walkers were incapable of reproducing naturally and relied on human sacrifices to create more of their kind. Some northern wildling tribes revered the White Walkers, offering infants to them periodically. The White Walkers' enigmatic leader, the Night King, was shrouded in myths and legends.

This particular White Walker was patrolling on the Night King's orders, searching for corpses to reanimate. By chance, it encountered Wright, riding a purple skeletal steed and accompanied by three floating orbs of magical fire.

Sensing something amiss, the White Walker released its magical control over the wights and buried itself in the snow to observe. Without the Walker's influence, the wights collapsed into lifeless corpses, strewn across the snow.

"So, it really is a White Walker!" Wright exclaimed, astonished. This was his first time encountering such a creature.

Through his magical perception, he gauged the Walker's power — it was nowhere near that of Renly Baratheon, merely half as strong. Moreover, its talents were primarily in conjuration and destruction magic.

"Interesting," Wright thought. "This could be worth studying."

"Once a person is dead, they should be properly buried and left to rest. The living have an innate fear of the dead. If they rise again, they are going against nature!" Wright muttered as he prepared to test the strength of the White Walker, riding toward it.

The White Walker let out a shrill scream, warning Wright. Realizing that Wright could also create weapons from ice and was heading toward it, it knew that a battle was unavoidable. Immediately, it used magic to awaken the nearby wights.

Wright saw the wights, hidden beneath the snow, slowly rising to their feet.

Without the White Walker's magical influence, Wright couldn't detect them through his magical senses. They were just ordinary corpses buried in the snow. However, once he could see them, he could use his own summoning magic to take control of them, competing with the Walker for control over the reanimated corpses.

As the wights stood up, the snow beneath them loosened, and Wright's hand began to glow with blue summoning magic. One of the wights was now under his control.

When the White Walker completed its transformation of all the surrounding bodies into wights, it realized that one of them had been influenced by another magical force—Wright's control.

"Ahhh! Hissss!" The White Walker screeched.

Amid the howling wind and snow, Wright heard the screech and declared, "Then, let's begin the battle!"

Wright cast a dispel magic spell to banish the undead from the wights. Having never encountered undead creatures before, this was his first attempt. Upon being hit with the spell, the wights broke free from the White Walker's control and began fleeing in the opposite direction. The White Walker looked at its own body, sensing something was amiss.

Wright cast the dispel magic again. The White Walker's magic was stronger than the wights', and instead of fleeing, it began to lose control of its magic. Several of the wights fell to the ground, lifeless once more.

Unable to bear it any longer, the White Walker threw an ice spear at Wright.

The ice spear was extremely powerful — likely strong enough to pierce both armor and flesh in a single strike — but Wright, not being a mere mortal, easily sidestepped it and reached out to catch the spear mid-flight, studying it carefully.

The spear is made of ice magic similar to the destruction system, which is colder than his own ice magic. This is considered the specialty of the White Walkers. It also comes with summoning magic. If you are killed by the spear, you will be immediately resurrected as a wight.

Seeing that his spear had been caught, the White Walker realized it might not be able to defeat Wright. It began to screech again. Wright's ice spear quickly shattered into ice shards and fell to the snow, while the wights began to surround Wright.

There were at least twenty wights, and Wright decided to test their combat capabilities. Drawing his ice sword, he charged into battle, meeting the wights head-on.

The wights were mostly missing limbs, with only sinews and bones connected, their strength inferior to that of an ordinary human. However, they feared neither death nor losing limbs—just one arm was enough for them to still move.

For Wright, cutting down these wights was like mowing grass. His ice sword moved relentlessly, severing their limbs and bodies, and within moments, he had cleared the area of wights.

The White Walker, realizing it couldn't escape, formed another ice sword. By the time it was ready to strike, Wright had already closed the distance, and they clashed for a few exchanges. Wright quickly realized that the Walker's strength was on par with a human's, and with one swift strike, he sent the Walker's sword flying.

Dismounting, Wright swept low with a horizontal strike, severing the White Walker's legs at the thighs. No blood poured from the wound — just cold air and ice.

Half of the White Walker's body hit the ground. It howled and struggled, but Wright swiftly severed both of its arms, reducing it to a limbless torso.

Using magic, Wright lifted the White Walker's neck into the air and dragged it along, walking back toward the Raven.

Wright particularly enjoyed the magical technique he had developed to manipulate objects at a distance. He had used it on Jaime back in King's Landing and now called it "Magic Throat Lock."

The three eyed Raven couldn't risk using his unique way to link with the White Walker, as it could reverse the connection and locate him. Instead, he relied on the Raven's sight. Though it allowed him to see through the snowstorm, it still couldn't reveal the White Walker hidden beneath the thick snow.

Through the Raven's eyes, the Green Seer watched the entire battle unfold. It was clean and efficient, but what puzzled him was that both Wright and the White Walker used ice magic and summoning magic, leaving him with many questions.

Wright reached the tree where the Raven had perched and tossed the White Walker's body into the snow. He then began experimenting with various magic spells on the creature, testing their effects. The White Walker, now unable to move, could only slam its head into the ground in frustration. After Wright finished his experiments, he decapitated the creature with a single strike.

Even with only a head remaining, the White Walker continued to screech.

"Ice magic only causes physical damage. Undead souls are unique and cannot be drained by soul magic. To truly eliminate them, fire magic and dragonglass are required. Lightning can also kill such magical beings."

Wright paused for a moment, processing his observations. A bolt of lightning shot from his hand, striking the White Walker's head, which shattered into fragments of ĺice and began to melt away.

"Let's go, Raven. Our journey continues."

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