Author's Note:

I was definitely inspired by ol-11jrw who wrote a Harry Potter/Game of Thrones Crossover in response to the Whitetigerwolf's Challenge. As you can now guess, the main protagonist will be Tywin Lannister, however instead of a Harry Potter Crossover he will cross into Calradia the land of Mount & Blades: Warband.

The reason why I chose this crossover was that I wanted to see Tywin grow in a similar environment. A modern environment would be interesting, I admit, yet I want to see great armies or great inrigues. Although, it would be interesting if Tywin would be reborn as a Goa'uld in Stargate. Well food for thoughts.

Will he succeed at making a lasting legacy for generations to come or he will he die like a smallfolk?

Disclaimer:

1. The character Tywin Lannister is trademarked by George R. R. Martin. I only hope that I did the character justice as I portray him.

2. The banner in the cover was made by Roudrac for the modding community of M&B:W. I thank him for his loyal efforts to the community of Mount and Blade: Warband.

3. Mount and Blade: Warband is trademarked by TaleWorlds Entertainment. I am waiting for the new Mount and Blade II: Bannerlord.

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A New Dawn

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Tywin of the Great House Lannister gasped as the arrow lodged deep into his body, between his ribs, knocking his breath out. He could only stare in disbelieve at Tyrion who shamed his legacy, again and again, had the balls to murder him in the privy. He never saw him as a son, this creature of the Seven Hells, no, since the birth he wanted to strangle this dwarf.

A shame he did not. No, it was a mistake that he did not. He lamented his decisions as now he was certain, the once proud great House Lannister will be ruined.

He could barely see as dark spots conquered his vision while he had difficulties to breathe. At last, a shallow breath escaped him as he tried to utter a curse at the foul creature.

With a gasp, he awoke, snapping his lids open while panting as if he had a nightmare. He saw the change in the sky as the sun rose, making the surrounding brighter than ever before which was a beautful sight to his eyes.

His hands pulled to his chest, patting down where the arrow would be, yet he found a surprisingly fit chest, fitter than before. Impossible, he thought, but with suspicion, he continued to pat his body and noticed that was not his body.

He tried to stand up, yet failed miserably as his aching body did not want to obey. Instead, he crawled to a river he could see, like a pathetic smallfolk. Indeed, a shameful display for the great Lord of House Lannister. He truly despised the act, it reminded him too much of his foolish father, the Laughing Lion, he scoffed at that.

There in the natural clear blue water, he saw that which shocked him. His face, his youthful face as if he was once more the young knight who accompanied his uncle Jason into the War of the Ninepenny Kings. His crystal blue eyes of his mother Jeyne Marband which vanished in the water were reflected.

"B-by the Sevens," uttered Tywin bewildered. His fingers touched his face, feeling the smooth youthful skin he remembered he had once. "T-that could not be."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, trying to gain clarity. His reflection undisturbed as if mocking him. His face twisted into a snarl as he punched the water, again and again.

Gradually, he came to his senses and looked around with suspicion marring his face as he contemplated the miracle, for what else could it be but that or the Seven's punishment. Mayhaps, this was hell, yet as he slowly stood up, his body not aching anymore, he felt powerful.

It was surely strange, he thought as he stared into his hands, clenching and unclenching them. He admitted that his hands were never weak but once he clenched them he would ever feel a little pain, an injury he gained in the war, yet as he did that there was no pain as if he had not the injury which would be impossible.

"I am...alive." He concluded hesitantly as if he did not believe even his own words spoken by him.

The look around did not give him hints to his possible place, instead, it confused him even more so. Thick forest so far his eyes could see with a river deep in the forest. Riverlands would meet the requirements for that, yet it was stranger, far too strange. Although, he admitted he was never religious before. The Faith of the Seven was a necessary practice. Since the death of his beloved Joanna, he would spat at them in the privacy of his mind.

A mocking smile graced his face as he thought of the creature.

"His beloved Shae," he mocked, "what a fool." Yet fury pervaded his mind as his once great legacy was nothing but ashes, even a greater shame than the likes of Tytos could have made to the Great House.

"Curse him to the Seven Hells!" He spat to the dirt, getting rid of the frustration.

He sighed deeply as he considered the gift he was apparently bestowed by the gods. His face grimaced at that, his hands clenching into fists while he thought that the gods did not help his Joanna and letting her birth the foul creature.

He clicked his tongue.

At least, he was not without clothes, a mercy he would not let others have. It was simple and crudely made for the smallfolk, nothing fancy, yet disgust welled inside him.

"I, Lord of House Lannister, a smallfolk." He laughed derisively. He will build the legacy again, even to greater heights than his ancestor Lan the Clever. With his own mortal hands, he shall make a long lasting legacy that even the gods would acknowledge.

He knew that if he would follow the river, it would not be long before he would find a village, after all, water was a precious resource to all living beings.

His cheap common boot made of animal skin, he assumed, met the ground as he walked to North following along the river. Wet splashed onto his face, halting him in his walk. He glanced above and saw the darkening clouds. The rain was imminent, he concluded as he hurried the river up.

In his hurry, he did not notice a wolf in the woods who stalked him hungry after meat.

Another raindrop fell down on him, making him hasten the pace, yet as he did so, a menacing growl was heard to which he turned around and saw a wolf pouncing on him.

Unfortunately, he was without weapons, so he dodged to the side, narrowingly passing the claws of the animal. As his back pounded into the dirt, he let the roll lead him before he immediately jumped up on his feet and growled to the wolf. In the furthest corner of his mind, he was ashamed of this act, yet it was necessary to convince a predator that he was not a harmless prey in the hopes that the wolf retreated.

It growled again, louder than before to which Tywin responded with an even greater growl mimicking a lion.

The wolf was suspicious silent after that display. It stalked around him while he faced the wolf, never showing his back as he growled again, trying to scare the animal away. He opened his mouth wide, showing his teeth at the animal as he took a step.

The wolf stopped and gave a grunt before it vanished into the woods. He stood his ground, waiting for some time until he was certain that he did successfully intimidate the wolf.

"I would never have thought that the symbol of the Starks was so easy to scare," he mused a little amused. But he did not entertain it for long, after all, rain was to his trouble looming.

So he continued, this time taking a little time to ever glance behind him because of animals who wanted to prey on humans. He was not foolish to dismiss the wolf completely as they were cunning animals. Although, he admitted that Robb Stark had a certain low cunning mind, yet wasted that all on some chit. Too immature and too arrogant like his father, he mused as he made headway.

It did not take him long before the last stretch of trees revealed a little village with mingling smallfolk.

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Author's Note:

I did some initial research on Tywin's personality which I found interesting to say as he was ruthless, pragmatism and intelligent. He had his flaws which one of them was that he utterly hated Tyrion which to be fair he had his reasons. Furthermore, he was not really a brilliant commander as some would thought, but a very very fine politician who could plan longterm which some of our politicians lack, unfortunately. He was a capable commander as he knew how to get his army on a favorable position, because the only wars he fought were wars where he had the numerical advantage and where he knew he would win. His reputations was conflated because of his actions he did which were brilliant like that of a master propaganda minister.

So long story short: He was a brilliant strategist, but mediocre at tactics which means he knows his war objectives (or war goals) but on the battle where armies will meet, he will fail against most better tacticians. Of course, he is a fantastic administrator after all he ruled as Hand under King Aerys.

So how does that tie into Calradia? Well, we shall see if and how he establish his Great House once more.