--- 260AC, The Eyrie --- [Author's Note: The MC was born in 250AC]
Jasper Arryn, this was his new name, named after his deceased grandfather.
Having been on this planet for four years, he now knew several important factors of his life, he was born eight years before the reign of the Mad King.
Jon Arryn in this world married a noble lady from House Tyrell though it was a political marriage and she died during Jasper's birth.
Due to being of noble birth, he was recognized as the heir to the House of Arryn.
Unfortunately, his system was currently locked until he turned ten.
So, until he could use it, he spends his time learning all he could about this world.
Pretending like you can't read and write is pretty consuming, so he just acted like he was learning at an alarming speed.
His father, Jon, was a stern yet patient man, often quizzing him on his lessons, and giving small pieces of advice when he thought it was necessary.
As he was the heir to a major house, he had many other studies that normal children wouldn't have, such as economics, trade, politics, governing, management, etc.
He also learned from his father that when he turns ten, he will start learning swordsmanship and tactics.
Jasper was loving every second of it. At this moment, his house, House Arryn, was the poorest major house in Westeros.
This was pure speculation, but by his knowledge, the richest to poorest houses would be Lannister, Tyrell, Stark, Martell, Greyjoy, Baratheon, then Arryn.
Though, House Arryn was by no means poor, sitting on lots of fertile land with over a million gold.
Now, sitting on his bed, he looks out the window, waiting for it to turn midnight.
...
...
[Age Requirement Reached: System Unlocked]
Mentally cheering his heart out, he beams a smile at the slightly transparent screen, 'Show me my basic information.
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Name: Jasper Arryn
Age: 10
Body Condition: Healthy
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'Hmm, not a lot but at least it should let me know if I've been poisoned or something'
He sits back against his pillow, 'Show me my available summons'
[Please be aware that summons cannot be unsummoned, Should one of your summons die, you can never get them back]
[Summons start relatively normal with no special perks of abilities, after time and experience, they can become walking calamities]
[Lastly, you may only summon three per year]
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[Barbarian] [Bard] [Cleric] [Druid]
[Swordlord] [Monk] [Paladin] [Ranger]
[Hunter] [Assassin] [Thief] [Spymaster]
[Sorcerer] [Wizard] [Alchemist] [Inquisitor]
[Magus] [Oracle] [Warlord] [Summoner]
[Witch] [Shifter] [Mesmerist] [Charmer]
[Diplomat] [Accountant] [Drill Sergeant] [Recruiter]
[Doctor] [Physician] [Alchemist] [Herbalist]
[Architect] [Master Builder] [Inventor] [Trader]
[Titan] [Elder Lich] [Warder] [Shaman]
[Goliath] [Shadow Master] [Speaker] [Whisperer]
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'Damn, that's a lot of classes, how many per class can I summon?'
[Three per class]
'Hmm, do they appear in front of me?'
[Yes and no, you may choose where in the world you want each one of them to spawn]
'Sweet, are they loyal to me or do I need to earn that?'
[All summons are undyingly loyal to their summoner, they will also spawn with all your knowledge of this world but they have their own personalities, hobbies, habits, and stories]
'Thats awesome, three per year, and the rebellion starts in a little less than nine years... so, twenty-seven summons'
'Spawning in front of me would be a nightmare since explaining to father how they came to be here would be impossible'
'I know what most of the classes are except a few, what is the Shifter class?'
[Shifter - basic description: The Shifter has the ability to change the body to look exactly the same as someone else, they can perfectly look, sound, and act like the person they shift into]
'Nice, Summon three Shifters to Braavos with the order to kill the three owners of the Iron Bank and take their place'
[Summons Complete]
'One year and I can make more summons', with a smile on his face, he lays in his bed and drifts off to sleep.
And like this, the years began to pass until the child became a young man of sixteen.
During this time Westeros became shrouded in a heavy atmosphere, the king was losing his mind with every year, and everyone could smell the war on the horizon, they were just waiting on a signal.
[Author's Note: For anyone that isn't good with dates, there are still two years until the rebellion starts]
Jasper had mastered almost all of his studies, often ruling in his father's stead while he was away visiting the Starks or the Baratheons.
In this time, he summoned only three servants, after finding out that he can hoard summons and save them up for a later date.
A Warlord with two Swordlord bodyguards spawned in Essos to take over the Dothraki and become the only Khal in the world, they were discreetly funded by the Iron Bank that is under their master's control.
He planned to summon an army of servants once he officially becomes the lord of his house.
[Jon Arryn POV]
Sitting in his office with a piece of parchment in his hand, he sighs before looking over at his old friend, Yohn Royce, "Do you think he's ready to take my place?"
After a brief silence the old veteran nods, "I do, even if he is only sixteen summers old, he's smart, cunning, strong, and has a mind for business"
"Hell, he beat me with a sword when he was two years younger than he is now"
Jon nods, "With this possible war brewing, I'd like to make him lord before it starts, that way if I die then I can die knowing I gave my son everything I could"
A chuckle comes from Lord Royce, "I'll happily swear loyalty to that lad"
The two seniors sit in a jolly atmosphere, preparing to make their plans a reality.
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