Sigmund was many things. An ice elf, born to a noble house far in the north, inheriting both gold, water- and ice magic, a dragon soul, reborn over and over again since the dawn of the dragon gods, a necromancer, given power over the dead by an insane god and now, now he was a transmigrator. He and his friends had just defeated another evil overlord, trying to take over the world of men. The fight was long and hard, many of his friends died. His friends, humans and half breeds were much shorter lived than he, so they were already almost dead anyways. Sure, he mourned them, he always did but he learned to deal with heartbreak over the decades. He was still young, only 82 years old but he had already lost so many. That is what you get for mainly associating with humans and yet still, he did it over and over again. When this last battle was done and he had buried his friends, his goddess reached out to him. She had told him of a world in peril, one which was bound to be overrun by an army of the dead.
He had no choice but to agree to help, his goddess willed it after all. The threat was still years away, so he had time to build himself a power base. According to Elvania, the world was much like his own, ruled by the nobility. He would have to build his house from the ground up. She gave him enough knowledge of the world to get him started and gathered his things inside his magic bag, enchanted to carry more than should be possible.
Icebreaker, his sword, forged from his own, white blood, was at his side, as white as snow and as sharp as a razor blade.
He wore blue and white robes, the traditional colors of the ice elves, which paired nicely with his own, pure white hair. In his bag were several thousand coins of gold and silver. Elvania had said they used copper coins as well but in Sigmund's world, there were no copper coins and he didn't have the time to get some minted.
"I am ready, my divine", he spoke, kneeling at the feet of his goddess.
"Stand up, you are a dragon soul, you should not kneel, you should stand with me as equals", Elvania spoke, her voice reverberating through his bones.
Yes, a dragon soul, that is what he was. Long ago, before the gods created the humans, dwarves, elfs and all others, they created the dragon gods, semi immortal beings. Each time they were slain, they wouldn't drift to the underworld but be reborn in the shell of a mortal being. Be that an animal, an elf, a human or anything else. Every breathing creature could become the vessel for a dragon soul. Those were his friends and he, dragon souls. Normally, an ice elf could only use his or her magic when surrounded by the could but thanks to being a dragon soul, he could use his magic over ice and water even in tropical regions. He and his friends had even founded the order of the dragon, which took in the young dragon souls to train them for when, inevitably, the world would be in danger once more. Sigmund had been the official leader, seeing as he would see generation after generation of dragon souls, except if he died but now, he had passed that role onto Brunhilde, a dwarven dragon soul. Dwarfs lived to see two hundred, not as impressive as the 600-800 elves could live but still longer than the human dragon souls. He left it in pretty good hands, he thought.
"Now, I wish you good luck on your journey. May you stop the impending doom" Elvania lifted her hands and -in a flash- he was gone.
Sigmund opened his eyes, still momentarily blinded. After a good few seconds, his vision returned. He was in a forest. Huge trees rose all around as far as the eyes could see.
"Tsk- just my luck, some random forest, probably in the middle of nowhere… well, let's see if I can see anything from a bit higher above", he opened his bag and pulled out a few bones, the skeleton of a raven. He gathered mana in his hand and the bones clicked into place as dark miasma bubbled from his palm. After a few seconds, the skeleton was assembled. He sat down on a tree stump and closed his eyes, his vision shifting to the skeleton's. He could still tell what was happening around him. He didn't fully enter the skeleton but split his consciousness into two, one in his body and the other in the raven. He flew high, high above, over the towering oaks and unshakable firs. He saw forest in all directions, as far as he could see but, due north, there was smoke. Hunters perhaps? It was his only clue, so, the raven returned to him and he cancelled the magic animating it, putting the small skeleton back in his bag.
He walked through the underbrush, swiping away branches and scaring away just about every animal. He made no attempt to be sneaky. After about half an hour, he saw a small village in one of the clearings. Just sum mud and wood huts, with fire burning in a few, sending flares of smoke high above. Children ran around, playing, men cut down trees, whilst others tended to fresh game, a wild deer was getting skinned.
With a sigh, he straightened his posture and walked over to the village. He was getting strange looks from the villagers. Approaching one, he asked, "Hello good sir, can you tell me where I am?"
"The kingswood, milord", the thin man said. He had greying out, thin hair and was wearing wool clothing. His eyes were on the ground, not daring look back.
"The kingswood? I can't say I'm familiar… in which of the kingdoms is that? There are seven, are there not?", Sigmund mused. Elvania had told him about the seven kingdoms but the 'kingswood' never came up.
"Erm- the crownlands, milord. If- if I may ask, where do you come from, if not the seven kingdoms. I don't recognise your accent? Not that I know a lot of accents but still…"
"I hail from Yi Ti, far in the east of Essos. I came to westeros only recently. I got… quite drunk and woke up in the forest, with no recollection of how I got there, my traveling companions were also not with me", Sigmund pulled out the backstory he had constructed with the help of Elvania whilst he was bringing together his travel equipment, "Where is King's landing from here?"
"Just a day's ride north is the road. From there, you have to follow it north. In a few days, you should reach king's landing milord"
"Thank you", he gave him a silver coin.
"I- I- thank you milord", the man stared at the coin in his hand. If what Elvania had said was true, a single silver coin could feed a family for a few days. A family of small folk that is. Those with more expensive tastes would need more.
He nodded and began walking north, determined to find his way to a proper city.