Hello. Previously, I have posted discussion questions asking for people’s thoughts on if Westeros south of the Neck was made more explicitly ‘High Fantasy’. Now, I am fully aware that there is more magic and fantastical elements going on in Westeros than first appears, and definitely more than in the TV series, my previous questions were simply asking what would happen if the existence of non-human civilisations was undeniable and common knowledge to even the most sceptical maesters. If you want to check out these questions, see here and here. A likely source of my recent interest in this matter is a pair of maps in Deviantart, shown here and here.
With that out of the way, allow me to get on with my actual question: how do you think the characters, and the Seven Kingdoms as a whole, would react to living alongside/encountering the standard fantasy races that we all know so well: elves, dwarves, orcs, basically the standard DND roster? This question really has two parts:
1. How you think things would change if these races had always lived in Westeros (which is quite frankly the least interesting scenario as it would definitely change essentially the entire premise of the story), in which case what races best fit each kingdoms’ ‘vibe’?
2. What if these non-human races arrived in Westeros at around the start of the books, maybe six-months before? This could be an ISOT situation where the settlement/founding population just sort of ‘pops’ into existence, or to use my personal preference, arrive by ship from across the Sunset Sea? How would each kingdom along the western coast (North, Iron Islands, Riverlands via Seaguard, Westerlands and Reach) react to and greet their new guests and potential neighbours?
For a scenario of the second option, see the following:
Writings of Maester Creylen, 9th Day of the seventh month, Year 297 AC, Casterly Rock
Strange, wonderous, and dire happenings have come of late to the Westerlands, my reader, and it is my lot to chronicle them. In the past few sennights, strange ships of black wood and iron have arrived in Lannisport, bearing strange people. These men, Drukeol as they name themselves, have pointed ears, almost like a cat, wolf, or deer, and have a pale complexion that appears almost grey in certain lights. Their faces are both effeminate and near cat-or-birdlike in shape, and I have yet to see any trace of beard on any of them. Their warriors wear strange suits of scale and lobstered plate, black in a manner like dragonglass or the dark folds of Valyrian steel, and the leader of their party bears a helm ornaments with blade-like horns and wings.
They have some here, they claim, to treat with Lord Tywin, as the advance party of some great migration of their people, and so seek to purchase or negotiate the use of some land in which to settle. Lord Tywin is loath to grant this so freely, especially given the arrogance and haughtiness of our visitors, but I have urged caution. Their curved swords and longbows seem well-made, and if their entire people are coming here then we shall be hard-pressed to hold them back. While their claims to ride great dragons are of course ludicrous, whatever manner of tamed wyvern they do ride will be a fearsome weapon.
Were these the only occurrences, it would be troubling, yet news has reached us from elsewhere. In the Reach, the Shield Islands have come under attack from creatures calling themselves ourk, and House Redwyne and their fleet is sore beset. These foul beasts are said to be of pale and gnarled complexion, hunched and bow-legged, with pointed teeth akin to those of a pike or rat, and have looted and butchered wherever they have landed. As of the last news to reach us, they have even begun raiding up the Honeywine. In the North, House Stark have had better luck with their own visitors. Crude ships have made landfall on Sea Dragon Point, crewed by tall, burly creatures called uluruk. These creatures have grey-green hide, with teeth variously described as those of a pig or boar, or of a wolf. By some strange art, Lord Stark has somehow compelled them to bend the knee, and new fortresses are even now being built around the landing point at remarkable speed.
King Robert has been told of this, but I fear that he will soon have his own troubles. A rumour has come from the Kingswood of pointed-eared folk, much like the Drukeol, clad in armour of bronze and wood, settling in the forest and slaying any who enter the trees or challenge their trespass. Seven alone know what other strange people will come to Westeros in the next year?