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Cage Match 2010, Round 4: 14) Kvothe versus 15) Jaime Lannister


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Kvothe
The Kingkiller
Age: Mid-20s
Race: Human
Weapons / Artifacts: Magic and his sharp wit
Special Attack: Misdirection

Jaime Lannister
The Kingslayer
Age: 34
Race: Human
Weapons / Artifacts: Sword (Valyrian steel; borrowed from Tommen)
Special Attack: Insanely hot
Advantages

  • Mesmerizes foes with his lute and sing-song voice
  • Master Namer
  • A living legend
Advantages

  • The greatest swordsman of his age
  • Golden hair, flashing green eyes, killer smile (18 Charisma)
  • Has no qualms about murdering and/or crippling children
Disadvantages

  • Just wants to be left alone
Disadvantages

  • Missing his sword hand
Kills

  • Garet Jax (His search is finally over)
  • Aslan (TAMED)
  • Albus Dumbledore (Guess those Horcruxes were a good idea)
Kills

  • Hermione Granger (Looks like someone got a “Troll” on their Survival N.E.W.T.)
  • Cthulhu (Even death can die… and so can big fat Elder Beings)
  • Temeraire (That’s what you get for “dragon” your ass)

Click here for Patrick Rothfuss’ idea of how this fight would go!

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It was midmorning, and the autumn sun was hot as Jaime Lannister opened the door of the Waystone Inn. The place was oddly quiet, and he peered through the door, one hand resting lightly on his sword.

The taproom was empty except for a dark-haired young man lounging behind the bar. “Can I help you?”

Jaime stepped inside. “I’m looking for the owner. We have… business.”

The young man stood up straighter. “He’s stepped out for a moment. You’re Jaime?”

Jaime frowned slightly as he looked the young man over. “I am. And you are?”

“Bast.” The young man said with a grin. “He said I’m to make you comfortable if you showed up early. He shouldn’t be more than an hour or two. Can I get you something to drink?”

Jaime moved to sit at the bar. “I don’t suppose you have any decent wine out here in the ass end of nowhere?”

“What do you mean by decent?” Bast asked.

Jaime waved a hand dismissively. “Why don’t you bring out your best bottle? I’ll tell you if it’s something worth drinking.”

Bast looked offended as he headed down the basement stairs, returning a moment later with a dusty bottle.

“Something off the top shelf, I hope,” Jamie said.

“Something from behind the shelf,” Bast said proudly. “I can’t keep track of what the wines are called in these parts, but I’m guessing when you hide a bottle, it’s the good stuff.”

Bast worked a corkscrew and opened the bottle with a deft flourish. Then he brought out a tall wineglass, poured an inch of deep red wine into it, and held it out with an ingratiating smile.

Jaime made no motion to take it. “You drink half.”

Bast glanced down at the glass, then back up, his smile fading. “It tells you a lot about a man when he says something like that.”

Jaime showed his teeth in a sharp, joyless expression that had the shape of a smile. “It says a lot about you,” he said smugly, “that you aren’t willing to drink it.”

Bast gave a dismissive sniff, picked up the glass, and took a mouthful of the dark wine. Then he raised his eyebrows and made an appreciative noise as he picked up the bottle and eyed the engraving on the neck. “I can see why he hid this one,” Bast said, pouring more into the glass. “That’s just lovely.”

Jaime shrugged. “Ah well,” he said. “You know what they say. Better safe than sore,” he held out his hand.

Bast brought the glass close to his chest, his blue eyes icy. “This is my drink now.” He took another sip of the wine. “Rude guests go thirsty. Drink your own piss for all I care.”

Jaime’s expression went dark. “I’m not here for you,” he said. “But killing you wouldn’t be far out of my way.”

They stared at each other for a while across the bar. After a moment, Bast set the bottle down hard on the bar. “Fine,” he said, nudging it so it slid forward. “I won’t insult you by offering you a glass or anything. I could poison that, too. You’ll just have to drink it right from the bottle…” Bast grinned. “Like an unlettered cretin.”

Jaime picked up the bottle. “Boy,” he said. “If it makes you feel brave to show your teeth to me, go right ahead. But I’ll only tolerate so much.” He took a drink straight from the bottle, paused, and took another slower drink as if to make sure of something. He looked surprised. “Well, that is good, isn’t it?”

Bast nodded and took another sip.

“Did he say when he’ll be back?”

Bast looked down at his feet. “A couple hours,” he said with an odd tone in his voice. “He wasn’t expecting you until noon.”

“Don’t look so glum, boy,” Jaime said. “Look at the bright side. In a couple hours I’ll be on my way and you’ll be the owner of this fine inn.”

Bast looked up and his eyes were anxious. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to call this off?”

Jaime gave a humorless laugh and took another drink. “Good lord, boy. Why on earth would I do that?”

“Human decency?” Bast said.

Something about this struck the golden-haired man as funny, and he erupted into a great belly laugh that lasted for nearly a minute. Eventually he trailed off, wiping the water from his eyes. “You just earned yourself a tip, boy.” He shook his head in disbelief and took another drink.

“It’s just that…” Bast began.

“Look, boy.” Jaime leaned forward onto the bar. “I can tell you’re a talker. You probably learned that from him. I hear he’s got a silver tongue on him. Talked his way right out of the fight with the god-lion.” He gave Bast a serious look, his eyes hard as flint. “But that isn’t going to do him any good here.”

Jamie took another drink from the bottle before continuing. “You see, I’ve done some asking around. Your Kvothe has a bit of a reputation. Clever, quick. Devil with a sword. Strong as a bear. He can call down fire and lightning.” Jaime shook his head. “But I think all that is just stories. And the parts that aren’t just stories, he lost long ago.” He looked around the empty inn. “He wouldn’t be hiding here if he still had a scrap of power to call his own.”

Bast looked dejected, but he didn’t say anything.

“I’ll offer him a chance to surrender.” Jaime said magnanimously. “As thanks for this excellent bottle of wine.” He took one last drink and pushed it away from himself on the bar. “That’s enough of that. Start to turn my head, otherwise.”

“He might surprise you.” Bast said.

“With what?” Jaime said, laughing again. “That sword has dust on it, and his magic’s gone from what I hear. His silver tongue isn’t any good on me. He doesn’t even play music any more. What’s left?”

“I need to show you something,” Bast said. “Come here behind the bar.”

Jaime turned his shoulders, then frowned, looking down at his feet.

“Never mind,” Bast said, starting to walk around the bar. “I’ll come over to you.”

“Why can’t I move my legs?” Jaime said, his voice quiet and incredulous.

“Sethora,” Bast said simply. “It tends to start with the legs. You can probably still move your arms. But be careful or you’ll….” Jaime turned on his stool and toppled messily to the floor. “…Yeah. You’ll do that.”

Jaime writhed a bit, turning onto his side. Moving his arms sluggishly he managed to pull a long knife from his belt and throw it at Bast as came out from behind the bar. But the throw went wild and sunk into one of the thick-timbers of the tables.

Bast approached where the big man lay, stepping gracefully as a dancer. He stayed well out of arm’s reach through the man’s final struggles, waiting until he saw the tall man’s breathing grow stiff and labored.

“It was in the wine,” Bast stepped close and brushed the man’s golden hair out of his eyes. “I can’t believe you managed to drink so much of it. You must have the constitution of an ox.”

“But you…” Jaime’s mouth shaped the words though he lacked the breath to say them.

“You think I wouldn’t drink poison for him?” Bast asked. “Then you don’t know anything about him.”

Bast met the man’s glassy eyes. “You’re right. He’s not what he used to be. He’s lost everything. No magic. No music. No joy. No hope. You know what he has? You know what’s left?” Bast leaned closer, his voice low and vicious. “Me!” He practically spat the word, his eyes were wild. “He has me!”

The young man stood, took a fistful of the tall man’s golden hair, and began to drag his limp body across the floor.

Click here for George R.R. Martin’s idea of how the fight will go!

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The three Lannisters rode along the forest road side by side.

“Let me understand this,” Jaime said, still incredulous.   ”I’ve defeated a witch, a mad god, and a dragon.  So now they match me up against an innkeep.”  He did not like the sound of that one bit.   Cutting down common serving men was hardly the path to glory.  There had to be some trap here, some hidden danger.  “What did the fellow do that they want him dead so badly?  Piss in someone’s beer?”

Tyrion grinned.  “Don’t protest too much, brother.  You’ve killed innkeeps before.”

Jaime had almost forgotten about him.  It annoyed him to be reminded.  “Only the one.”  The things I do for love.  “Our sweet sister insisted.”

“Must I be blamed for everything?”  Cersei’s green eyes blazed.  “The man deserved it.  The service was wretched.”

“Kvothe is rather more than an innkeep, actually, ” Tyrion said, mildly.  “Or he was.  He sings as well.  Plays the lute.”

“An innkeep and a singer.  I may well piss myself.  Does he knows ‘The Bear and the Maiden Fair?’”

Tyrion laughed.  “He may.  He’s an educated fellow.  Went to a famous school.”

Jaime groaned.  “Not another one from that Hogfart’s place?  Seven save me.”

“No, not Hogwart’s,” said the dwarf.  “This school was more like our Citadel, truth be told.  You know, brother, it would not hurt you to read a book from time to time.”

“That’s what I have you for,” said Jaime.  “What else do you know about this Kvothe?”

“He’s dabbled in sorcery.   Knows the name of the wind, I hear.”

“It had best not be Mariah,” Jaime said darkly.

Tyrion chuckled.  “No, that’s from an entirely different tale.”

“I suppose we had best fight indoors, then,” Jaime said.  “That should make it more difficult for him to blow me away.  Can he use a sword?”

“After a fashion,” said his brother.

Which describes me as well, Jaime thought glumly.  Long practice had made him almost adequate with his left hand, but it would never be the equal of the right the Bloody Mummers had taken from him.  The golden hand strapped to the end of his stump was the next best thing to useless.  It still amazed him that he had survived his first three matches.

They reached the village not long after.  A dismal place,  Jaime concluded after a quick glance around.  The villagers looked fairly dismal too.  They stared at the three Lannisters as if they had never seen a lord before.  Perhaps they haven’t.

Kvothe’s inn was called the Wayfarer.   The common room was crowded when he entered with his siblings.   More rustics gaped at them from every hand.  Come to see their innkeep die?  he wondered.  That’s one swift way to settle your account.

One glance from Cersei was enough to send the locals scrambling out of their way.  The three Lannisters settled themselves at a table near the door, ignoring the stares.  Jaime looked about for his foe.  He was not hard to find.   He was back by the wine casks, talking intently as his companion scratched upon a parchment.  “Who is the scribbler?” he asked.

“His chronicler,” said Tyrion.

Jaime frowned.  “Is he writing out some spell or charm to protect him?”

“I think not.  Just the story of his life.”

Cersei’s laughter filled the inn.  “Oh, how droll.  An innkeep with a biographer.  ‘Chapter the Fifth, I learn to scrub out pots!”

That was when the youth appeared, with a flagon of wine and three cups.  “Our best wine,” he announced.  “With the compliments of the house.”

Jaime was not thirsty.  Nor did he much like the look of the serving man.  He got to his feet.  “Time enough for drinking when we’re done.”  He strode across the room.

The innkeep broke off what he was saying.   “Ser Jaime.  You come early.  Have a drink, I will be with you shortly.  I am not quite done… ”

“Actually, you are.”  Jaime slid Widow’s Wail from its scabbard and slashed at the redhead’s neck, all in one swift motion.  That might have ended it then and then, but the scribbler was so startled that he raised his hands in dismay, which cost him half a quill and two good fingers… but gave Kvothe the half a heartbeat that he needed to avoid the blow.  Jaime kicked the table over as the innkeep came scrambling to his feet, but Kvothe leapt back adroitly.   A moment later his own sword was in his hand.

Jaime grinned.  “Good,” he said.  “Steel on steel.   My favorite sort of music.”

The swords did all the singing then.  Back and forth across the inn they fought.  Jaime pressed the attack at first, hoping to end it quickly, but Kvothe was not unskilled, and his blade turned every blow, and answered cut for cut.  The tide turned suddenly as the red-haired singer went on the offense, pressing Jaime back.   One slash almost took his nose off.  Tyrion and I could have passed for twins, he thought as he danced away.

Kvothe was good, he had to grant him that.  Probably as good as Jaime was, fighting without his proper sword hand.  But where he still trained every day with the likes of Ilyn Payne, the innkeep spent his time drawing ale and washing dishes and serving bowls of stew, and after a time that began to tell.  And Kvothe’s sword was not worthy of its wielder.  A decent weapon, no doubt, but Widow’s Wail was Valyrian steel, forged with dragonflame and tempered with spells, and every time the two blades touched another chip was carved from Kvothe’s sword.

And all at once, the innkeep found himself holding half a sword.

That was when the young serving man tried to interfere.  But Tyrion had crept up behind him with a dagger, and that put an end to that.

Then Jaime put an end to Kvothe.  A feint to the heart, checked by the broken blade, became a killing thrust through the throat.

The scribbler was huddled in the corner, cradling his bloody hand.  “Every tale needs an ending, chronicler,” Jaime told him, as he wiped the blood off Widow’s Wail.  “There’s yours.”  He turned and smiled at the smallfolk.  “The drinks are on Casterly Rock, my friends.”  Cersei left a pile of golden dragons on the table, to cover the cost of all the wine and beer.  “A Lannister always his debts,” she announced, as they took their leave to begin the long ride home.


How we think the fight will go

“I’m sick of this,” Jaime muttered. “Every time I go up against one of these unworthies, the naysayers harp on my lack of magic…and the lack of my hand.”

He looked down where the missing appendage was replaced by the mocking gold–it was worth a fortune, but worthless when it came to these fights.

And yet he had won! Every time, against powerful opponents. Opponents who, he would even admit in hindsight, were not quite as “unworthy” as he might boast. Opponents he had no right besting.

A powerful young witch…

A mind-boggling beast of evil…

A warrior-dragon…

All of them destroyed by his hands.

Hand.

He spat into the ground.

Across the field stood a man–a man that was supposed to have died much earlier, too. Apparently he was one of those who had tried to refuse to fight, but ended up killing his enemies with potent magics.

It is said he can destroy me by simply saying my name.

“Ho, Ser Jaime!” the man called out, causing Jaime to flinch. But the knight didn’t disappear when his name was said. He smiled.

“And to you, Kvothe.”

“I feel it would be unfair for me to just say your true name and be done with this.” Reaching towards his belt, he pulled out a sword. Jaime wasn’t surprised to see he held it competently.

“You say ‘just,’ though, as if that could be an option in the future–as when you are losing to me,” Jaime said, drawing Valyrian steel in a fluid motion.

“I promise you, Ser–I didn’t mean it that way. I am a man who values–”

What he valued was cut off by a vicious swipe of Jaime’s sword. Kvothe, a trained swordsman in his own right, parried easily, although he was taken off guard.

“Fool!” Jaime snarled, launching into an offensive series designed to give Kvothe no time to do anything but react.

And react he did, Jaime noticed. Kvothe’s skill was apparent, and his counters were close to being reversals. It was only Jaime’s experience at dueling that kept him at the advantage–for the moment. He did curse, though, the fact that he was fighting with his off hand. No matter how much he trained, he was still overthinking, and not just fighting on instinct–

Which is when Kvothe’s parry turned into a a glancing cut across his bicep.

For the most part his armor deflected the blow, but it was the surprise of having his own defenses breached–especially so early into the fight–that threw him off. He stepped back, signaling a pause which–given his initial attack–he was surprised Kvothe consented to.

“You fight well,” Kvothe said.

“Screw you!” Jaime yelled. “I will not be patronized by a…a mere jester!” He attacked again and, again, Kvothe blocked all his thrusts and swings. He seemed to show no interest in actually engaging any more offensive maneuvers of his own.

“I am no minstrel,” Kvothe said, his voice quiet. “Just as you are not truly Jaime Lannister.”

Jaime stepped back again, and this time there was fear in his eyes. But, again, Kvothe had said his name, but nothing happened.

“You know nothing of who I truly am,” Jaime said. “And even if you do say my true name, it just proves that you have no more honor than I.”

“Be that as it may, the more I converse with you, the more I realize you need to be cleansed from this world.” Kvothe looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Any world,” he amended.

“Goodbye…Kingslayer.”

Kvothe looked at Jaime–and kept looking at him. He stared in disbelief at Jaime…and then at the knife sticking out of his own chest. He looked back up at Jaime, and saw the Valyrian sword on the ground, dropped so that the knight could throw the knife.

“But…I said…your true name…”

Jaime stood over Kvothe. “If you think of me only as the Kingslayer, then you know me not at all.” Reaching down, he grabbed the hilt of the dagger and jerked upwards. A strangled gurgling sound emitted from Kvothe, but no more words came out.

“But I will certainly be known as Kvothe-slayer from now on.”

Predicted Winner: Jaime Lannister

(Kvothe is a character from Patrick Rothfuss’s novel The Name of the Wind; Jaime Lannister is a character from George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series.)

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493 Responses to “Cage Match 2010, Round 4: 14) Kvothe versus 15) Jaime Lannister”

  1. Snall says:

    Both NoTw, aka Kingkiller Chronicle Book 1, and Ice and Fire are both awesome. I just re-read Notw as the second one might be out next year sometime..heh, and I should go re-read the Song books now.

  2. Gregor says:

    I was a direct copy/paste ‘I am GRRM’s and all’ :P

  3. archon says:

    Apparently you don’t know if a book is bad… since the VAST majority of readers and critics would disagree with you… but feel free to pretend like you are one of those homsexual modeling agents who try to convince us heterosexual guys that a lanky, skeletal woman with big breasts defines sexiness…

  4. rick says:

    I really hope we get to see a battle of the seven. Not sure if we would have to use characters who have only been in the series from book 1 or if we can hypothetically use characters mentioned earlier. So ill give my personal westerosi 7 from both scenarios.
    Current.
    Jaime
    Ungregor Clegane
    Mellisandre of Asshai
    Ser Bronn of the Blackwater
    John Snow and Ghost
    Daenerys Stormborn with her dragons
    Jaqen H’ghar
    All time
    Jaime
    Aegon the Conqeuror on Balerion the black dread
    Mellisandra of Asshai
    Ser Arthur Dayne
    Robert Baratheon
    Syrio Forel
    Jaqen H’ghar

  5. Ben says:

    I have read both NotW and aSoIaF, and they are both in my top five books/series of all time. Jaime is not the more deeply written character, although he is excellently written. By the end of one book, we get to know Kvothe far better than we know Jaime at the end of four books. That doesn’t mean Jaime isn’t a complex, interesting, great character. He just doesn’t get as much screen time or head time as Kvothe. And both authors are amazingly great at what they do.

  6. mrjoegangles says:

    For everyone who thinks Jamie shouldn’t have won and didn’t read the complete series, that is why you are wrong.
    If you don’t read at least to book 3 you will never get how great a character he really is. Never has a character in a book gone from least liked to most liked in so short a time. He was reviled by ASOIAF fans, now he and Tyrion are the two biggest fan favorites. (With Arya and Jon right behind)
    “I think it passing odd that I am loved by one for a kindness I never did, and reviled by so many for my finest act. -Jamie Lannister-

  7. spectre says:

    I’d like to see a rematch after the Kingkiller Trilogy concludes. Then we’ll see what Kvothe can really do.

  8. Basil says:

    It’s a damn shame that the champ is missing… Of course, Raistlin would batter the both.. somebody needs to revive him in books.

  9. Neris Veran says:

    Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
    “Apparently you don’t know if a book is bad… since the VAST majority of readers and critics would disagree with you… but feel free to pretend like you are one of those homsexual modeling agents who try to convince us heterosexual guys that a lanky, skeletal woman with big breasts defines sexiness…”
    I disagree that the majority is always in the right, since the majority of teenage females like Twilight.
    As to your second remark: as one of those “lanky, skeletal women,” I would find it incredibly difficult to masquerade as a homosexual (I assume you mean male) modeling agent. I also fail to see what this has to do with anyone’s taste in books… It is remarkably off-topic.
    On a related note, I have pretty much lost interest in the debate, since everybody seems to focus on minor details rather than main points.
    adieu.

  10. archon says:

    Well, when it comes to an OPINION (i.e. if something is good or bad), then the majority tends to rule… as the standard for such things are set by the vast majority and not the deviant haters.
    And the fashion model statement was simply an analogy for someone who thinks that they know better than everyone else what is good or bad for those people… your claim that GRRM’s books are bad “because you know bad writing” is as ridiculous as some gay guy telling me that this particular girl is what I should find attractive because HE knows what makes a woman sexy…

  11. Snall says:

    Someone said George’s series was bad? I rofl in their general direction.

  12. Juan says:

    I absolutely feel sorry for everyone in this thread who proclaims that Martin’s books are bad or boring; too dark or too plain or wanting more of long dead authors who can no longer contribute.
    It really is sad.
    Martin is a living legend. He is absolutely, without any doubt, the best writer to hone the craft. >Tolkein. >Jordan. >all.
    I suppose that you have to actually know a little bit about the art of writing fiction to actually understand that, but trust me. If you keep reading?
    You will. Don’t let the fact that his Lannister beat your (whoever) get you mad. Go out and read his ASOIF books. You’ll be glad you did.

  13. Kansa says:

    I was planning to the bookshop diddnt have the first book in the series. Also if you havent read the name of the wind, do it. You’ll be glad you did

  14. QuizmasterJ says:

    There’s a reason agents tell authors to never read reviews, or for that matter, book forums anywhere on the internet.
    Juan, I’ve read all of Martin’s books, and I’ve read The Name of the Wind. Martin’s books entralled me, but The Name of the Wind is on a level all its own. Read it, I promise you it is worth the $7.99 asking price.
    Kvothe is also a new character, compared to Jaime. It does Rothfuss credit that he nearly won this battle against such a deep-seated character(47% to 53%).
    Kvothe is top-5 all time best written characters in any medium. If you don’t believe me, read Rothfuss. I dare you.
    Also, read Martin’s books as well, ye onlookers-hidden.

  15. Brian says:

    I hate to say it, but that would be a really bad idea for GRRM. I just finished reading the Mistborn trilogy by Sanderson, and frankly any of the main allomancers would take Jaime out in a heartbeat. Between steel pushes and atium, there wouldn’t be much chance.

  16. Amen-Ra says:

    I am sorry if I offended in my last posting toward you. I got a little agitated by the fact that you did not like A Game of Thrones.
    However! I fail to see how that example of diouloge was better thant the Dialouge in A Game of Thrones. It confounds me how anybody could read AGOT and be bored. I could not put the book down.
    Was something going on in your life which made it difficult for you to get into the book. Are you ABSULUTELY SURE IT WAS A GAME OF THRONES YOU WERE READING. Maybe somebody swapped covers and put one of those Forgoten Realms Drizzt books in its place.
    I am sorry though, I should not have been as rude as I was. Your dedication to the Lord of the Rinds is admirable. I am embarassed to say I did not like the little bit I read. I read The felowship of the ring and half of the two towers. I was not impressed. And everyone says thats such a great fantasy. Oh well, I guess that just goes to show that not everyone likes the same thing.
    You did not see the Matrix? Wow!

  17. Gregor says:

    Jaime, Brienne, Gregor Clegane, The Sword of the Morning, Jon Snow, Loras Tyrell, and Barristan the Bold could take on all comers =D

  18. Gregor says:

    Actually, swap out Loras Tyrell and Jon Snow for Jaqen H’ghar and Syrio Forell. Point still stands :P

  19. Amen-Ra says:

    If you are going to put the Sword of the Morning in and Baristan the Bold then I would think you could put The Dragon Night and Robert in the fray. Brienne is a good fighter but she is outmatched. John Snow will be one of the best but his abilities are untested. You put Gregor in but failed to mention Sandor. Where is Drogo. I think he could hold his own against any of them.

  20. Amen-Ra says:

    I am sorry but I thought that The Name of the Wind was a good book, but it was not as good as people are making it out to be. The story Drags for most of the second half of the book and does not pick back up till near the end.
    I give Name of the Wind a solid 8 to 8.5 out of 10. I would recommend the book, but I don’t think it was on the level of A Game of Thrones. No way, no how. I did like Rothfus rite up better though.

  21. Gregor says:

    I tried to pick characters that may consider fighting together, under extreme circumstances. Sandor and Gregor wouldnt, neither would the Red viper of Dorne, hence why I left him out as well.
    None of the characters I picked HATE each other, the biggest stretch is Jon Snow, but i swapped him out, so its all good :P

  22. Amen-Ra says:

    Did not take it personally. I did not right the book. I thought it was kind of funny actually. I was disappointed and slightly annoyed. when you right things in emails it comes of differently so it seemed much harsher than I meant it. I apologized to him for that. a little embarrassing in hind site.

  23. Amen-Ra says:

    As far as this Elezzer the fool thing who the hell is that? I would feel sorry for any slave regardless of there personality. They are a slave. The real test is feeling sorry for their master. I certainly would not feel sorry for a master because they lost there slave. If you sat down and read AGOT, I mean really read it, you would understand just how truly remarkable the book is. I heard it said that you find yourself pulling for all of the point of view characters even though pulling for one of them would mean total disaster for the others. Each character has his positives and negatives, and I feel for them all. Especially Tyrian, who is actually very decent when you think about it. The only character in the whole book I did not like was Cerci Lanister. She is a true Bitch and I cant stand her.

  24. siimen says:

    Well, actually guy’s named Tyrion.
    And it’s CERCEI.
    I kind of start to understand how person can read a book 6x and not to remember it’s name. Quite a same thing, it seems to me, is the fact that some people can’t remember how to spell names from their favorite book.
    /your faithful Tolkien geek,
    who loves ASOIAF and NOTW equally.
    Btw, I have to admit that “The story Drags for most of the second half of the book and does not pick back up till near the end”-comment about Name of the Wind has point.
    But there are weak points in ASOIF too. Sometimes the story gets so dark it’s simply boring (SPOILER!!!
    I was on the edge of skipping Arya’s chapters when she got kidnapped and kidnapped and kidnapped again, for example).
    _________________
    Also, Martin’s writing is sometimes little lazy and yes, probably you love at least some from his characters – but it is also true that most likely you start to hate at least some POV-characters too. Personally I had hard time reading many Arya-chapters, skipped Sansa’s sometimes and read only after finding out what has happened in between, I truly hate Cersei for being stuoid and cruel – and Theon was the hardest of them all, character being boring, flattish, story-ruining AND
    SPOILER
    incredibly out of success
    ________________
    in the same time.
    Still, both books are very much worth reading, if you seek realness in characters, hooking stories and if you care about fine writing.
    Which one do you prefer is the question of personal taste, not some absolute value of the books.

  25. Durwen says:

    *facepalm*
    It’s CERSEI.

  26. siimen says:

    Yes it is.
    oh GOD!
    we’re (well, almost, Durwen is special) all equally stupid.

  27. Durwen says:

    Yeah, right, I’m my own special snowflake.
    /sarcasm
    And Google is my friend.

  28. Furrymoose says:

    Alright, I’ve been gone for a few days, so I don’t konw if this has been said, but does anyone know when the finals are coming out? It’s been a few days (since I left) since Kvothe (sadly :( ) lost to Jaime and I am anxiously awaiting how Suvudu is gonna make it seem like Jaime stands a chance. After all the talk about how “Balefire is totally cheap and you can’t just use that every time” (even though he most certainly can) and the whole threat of a completely anticlimatic final, I really want to see how they do this. Plus I want to cast my vote for Rand. Cuz balefire would totally own Jaime. (Plus, he has to avenge Kvothe!) Anyway, has Suvudu said when they’re posting the finals and when they’re over?

  29. annoyed says:

    I love GRRM’s books, but his write up for this match was terrible, he didn’t even bother to learn the name of Kvothe’s inn, and said that Kvothe’s sword was normal, when Folly seems to be revered in NOTW as a remarkable blade, all in all, Rothfuss’ write up was the only one that was realistic, where in the others Kvothe is portrayed as a lack wit who is an average swordsman, all in all a disappointing end to Kvothe’s tourney, and another unearned victory for Lannister.

  30. Durwen says:

    Wow, there are quite a few sore losers here.
    This is the nature of this game, no?
    Most of my favourites were offed at the first round, although I thought they should have won. Well, stiff upper lip and all that. It’s still a game and it’s still fun. And since we’re talking about fictional characters here, narrativium takes precedence over logic. I said it in another post a few days ago. If I want a given character to win, it can be done (more or les believably, granted), even if it’s by an ill-conceived Deus-ex-machina.
    In the end, the final result is what realy matters. In this case, Kvothe is quite dead.
    Re: GRRM’s write-up: Well, at least he wrote something ASOIAF related! It certainly wasn’t as good as the one he did for Cthulhu, but I for one I’m content.

  31. frantiforce says:

    Agreed on the shakiness of some of NOTW, but it was Rothfuss first-ever novel, and as far as a debut goes there are very few books that come close to it. Conversely, GRRM had been writing for 25+ years by the time he wrote Game.

  32. dpomerico says:

    Yes, the Finals are going up tomorrow:
    http://bit.ly/b9nhdP

  33. Yasmina says:

    It probably depends on your personal narrator.
    Mine always seems to be on the verge of hysterical giggles…
    It makes everything silly.

  34. Thomas J. Thomas says:

    Neris:
    I’m afraid you may have done much harm to Ms. Fallon’s future.
    I have read (at least partially as I was smart enough to stop in several cases) some of the books you suggest are superior to Mr. Martin’s work.
    Given that you suggest Ms. Fallon’s work out does even those “classics” in being “superior” to A Song of Ice and Fire, its not likely I’ll be running to the book store to buy a book that out “Eargon’s”, Mr. Martin’s masterful work.
    TomT

  35. Amen-Ra says:

    point well taken. However when I judge the two books on merits alone I prefer A Game of Thrones. I did like The Name of The Wind however

  36. James says:

    I personally think Jaime shouldn’t have made it past the first round.

  37. MiMartin says:

    Jaime wins this one. He just has to hold Myrcella in front of him.

  38. Amen-Ra says:

    I personally think that Shrike would have killed them all. See what good that does me. In the end Jamie slices Rand Al’thore’s head off. If he is decapitated can he still use baelfire? How does that work?

  39. Amen-Ra says:

    “I truly hate Cersei for being stuoid and cruel – and Theon was the hardest of them all, character being boring, flattish, story-ruining.” siimen said
    OK smarty pants did you mean stuoid which is not a word I am familiar with, or Stupid. A adjective that describes Cersei totally. Make sure that you use spell check when you are sending messages to correct other peoples spelling.:>)
    I agree that it’s a matter of taste as most things are. I enjoyed both books, although I liked A Game of thrones much more. I will admit that I grew tired of some of the never ending trials of some of the characters, but never so much that a skipped there chapter. I almost forgot about Greyjoy. Did not like him very much.

  40. frantiforce says:

    Totally agreed. Time may tell on the complete series’ themselves, but if I were forced to choose, I’d take Game in an instant.

  41. Amadeus says:

    Disappointing result to the Jaime-Kvothe face off. Kvothe should have won, easy, hands down, and on to a quickly conclusive victory with Rand al Thor. Why?
    Kvothe’s character engages his emotional side to create a catalytic chemistry to his arsenal of supreme physical and intellectual strengths. This chemistry results in an expanded spirit and auxiliary power to create a larger capacity to influence forces at work. In Rothfuss’ write up, Bast is a reflection of that chemistry at work – loyalty and friendship at its ultimate expression, self-sacrifice.
    Upon reflection, Bast is just one expression of this catalytic chemistry. Even Rand, sadly cannot operate at such rich combustion.
    Kvothe emotional sensitivity reaches to the refined sensitivity of a musical artist of genius gifted with an unusual ability of emotional expression and spontaneous creativity in responding to a compromised musical instrument. I suspect such ability and sensitivity is a metaphor for what can achieve with individuals such as Bast. Well, I can wait to read about it in the upcoming novel.
    Kvote’s emotional sensitivity reaches to the level of a soul connected to the powers around him through his awareness and connection to nature’s presence. In the novel, translating the music of the natural world is an early indicator of Kvothe’s ability that. The musical aspect is a real clue.
    We are dealing with an ARTIST, not a power wielder. The title of Mr. Rothfuss’ novel, The Name of the Wind, promises not only power but also artist’s refinement in that power! Don’t quite remember Rand as having the “artist’s soul,” which is after all, an expanded spirit with its own set of abilities.
    Sorry, Rand, a soul who has powers connected to the artistic realm, the creative realm, is a realm dealing with the gods.

  42. Chris says:

    I’m pretty intrigued at the way Martin has opened up the door with his “trial of seven” trick.
    This means it’d be Rand versus Jamie AND six of Jamie’s companions
    …from anywhere in Martin’s writings it seems.
    That opens up the door for the likes of the powerful compassionate vampire Joshua York of “Fever Dream.”
    How about gene-splicing germ-wielding Haviland Tuf and his lab of creations.
    …or “Wild Cards” superman Jack Braun, who’s superhuman strong and pretty much indestructible.
    Or The Great And Powerful Turtle, who could pin Rand down from a safe distance and drop a battleship on his head.
    Perhaps Dr. Tachyon with all his mind control powers could get Rand to jump off a cliff.
    Or Tachyon’s evil grandson Blaise could “jump” Rand’s mind into an easily squishable mouse.
    That’s six friends for Jamie and I didn’t even have to think very hard.
    What fun.

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