Omiljena rivalstva u PLIV-u

За мене, Нед Старк и Џејми Ланистер... Па затим Сандор и Планина... Можда чак и Тирион и Серсеи или Варис и Малопрстић (ко боље игра игру)...
Која су ваша омиљена и зашто? Наведите и неке омиљене моменте, дијалоге у којима се та ривалства испољавају.

Варис и Малопрстић имају баш забавна надмудривања, слажем се... Волео бих да су дуже остали у истом већу.

Dogadjaj koji je na mene ostavio zivopisni utisak ,iako na prvi pogled predstavlja ''samo'' akcioni trenutak.Duel borba izmedju Oberina i Gregora.Hitrost sa jedne i snaga sa druge strane.Pronicljivost i srdzba u u kovitlacu gorke i surove osvete.Epski sudar sadizma i saosecanja.

Dzon i Stanis na Zidu...
Remzi i Ruz Bolton,onako pritajeno rivalstvo,borba za prevlast...opisano mozda u dva poglavlja samo...
Dzofri i Arja onda na pocetku zbog Nimerije.
Brijena i Dzejmi kad su lutali Recnim Zemljama...

Слажем се Бријену и Џејмија! Какви су то били дијалози...

Sto se tice Dzejmija i Brijene.Uvek sam dozivljavao da je u njihovom odnosu Dzejmi glinena vaza koja predstavlja nedovrsenog viteza,koja uz pomoc Brijene,na koju gledam kao fascinantnu pecnicu koja oblikuje glinenu vazu u najfinije predmete,poprima obrise pravog viteza sa vrlinama.

+ после поноћи Ваз, изванредно описано, свака част, одушевљена сам! Мени се њихов однос веома допада и чини ми се да се допуњују на неки начин...

Davos i Mel su mi daleko najzanimljiviji, i dragi svako na svoj način (i sa Stanisom čine moju PLiV trifektu).

“Are you a good man, Davos Seaworth?” she asked.

Would a good man be doing this? “I am a man,” he said. “I am kind to my wife, but I have known other women. I have tried to be a father to my sons, to help make them a place in this world. Aye, I’ve broken laws, but I never felt evil until tonight. I would say my parts are mixed, m’lady. Good and bad.”

“A grey man,” she said. “Neither white nor black, but partaking of both. Is that what you are, Ser Davos?”

“What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey.”

“If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil.”

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“Shadow?” Davos felt his flesh prickling. “A shadow is a thing of darkness.”

“You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.”

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“What is it you would have me see?”

“The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good.” She took a step toward him. “Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war.”

“The war?” asked Davos.

“The war,” she affirmed. “There are two, Onion Knight. Not seven, not one, not a hundred or a thousand. Two! Do you think I crossed half the world to put yet another vain king on yet another empty throne? The war has been waged since time began, and before it is done, all men must choose where they will stand. On one side is R’hllor, the Lord of Light, the Heart of Fire, the God of Flame and Shadow. Against him stands the Great Other whose name may not be spoken, the Lord of Darkness, the Soul of Ice, the God of Night and Terror. Ours is not a choice between Baratheon and Lannister, between Greyjoy and Stark. It is death we choose, or life. Darkness, or light.” She clasped the bars of his cell with her slender white hands. The great ruby at her throat seemed to pulse with its own radiance. “So tell me, Ser Davos Seaworth, and tell me truly—does your heart burn with the shining light of R’hllor? Or is it black and cold and full of worms?” She reached through the bars and laid three fingers upon his breast, as if to feel the truth of him through flesh and wool and leather.

“My heart,” Davos said slowly, “is full of doubts.”

Melisandre sighed. “Ahhhh, Davos. The good knight is honest to the last, even in his day of darkness. It is well you did not lie to me. I would have known. The Other’s servants oft hide black hearts in gaudy light, so R’hllor gives his priests the power to see through falsehoods.” She stepped lightly away from the cell. “Why did you mean to kill me?”

“I will tell you,” said Davos, “if you will tell me who betrayed me.” It could only have been Salladhor Saan, and yet even now he prayed it was not so.

The red woman laughed. “No one betrayed you, onion knight. I saw your purpose in my flames.”

The flames. “If you can see the future in these flames, how is it that we burned upon the Blackwater? You gave my sons to the fire . . . my sons, my ship, my men, all burning . . .”

Melisandre shook her head. “You wrong me, onion knight. Those were no fires of mine. Had I been with you, your battle would have had a different ending. But His Grace was surrounded by unbelievers, and his pride proved stronger than his faith. His punishment was grievous, but he has learned from his mistake.”

Were my sons no more than a lesson for a king, then? Davos felt his mouth tighten.

“It is night in your Seven Kingdoms now,” the red woman went on, “but soon the sun will rise again. The war continues, Davos Seaworth, and some will soon learn that even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze. The old maester looked at Stannis and saw only a man. You see a king. You are both wrong. He is the Lord’s chosen, the warrior of fire. I have seen him leading the fight against the dark, I have seen it in the flames. The flames do not lie, else you would not be here. It is written in prophecy as well. When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. The bleeding star has come and gone, and Dragonstone is the place of smoke and salt. Stannis Baratheon is Azor Ahai reborn!” Her red eyes blazed like twin fires, and seemed to stare deep into his soul. “You do not believe me. You doubt the truth of R’hllor even now . . . yet have served him all the same, and will serve him again. I shall leave you here to think on all that I have told you. And because R’hllor is the source of all good, I shall leave the torch as well.”

Зимоврел ::+ после поноћи Ваз, изванредно описано, свака част, одушевљена сам! Мени се њихов однос веома допада и чини ми се да се допуњују на неки начин...

Hvala Zim .Odnos izmedju Dzejmija i Brijene zasluzije i dublje opise od mog

Obozavam ove teme koje kad vidim naziv odmah zapucam da odgovorim i onda skapiram da ne znam sta da napisem, jer ima toliko stvari koje bih nabrojao
Prvo pridruzio bih se Vazu za ovo izmedju Planine i Oberina. Sjajno predstavljeno pa ne bih dalje objasnjavao.
Zatim Robert i Regar. Iz prostog razloga sto nas to intrigira. Znamo da je zbog zene, ali nismo sigurni u to nego samo nagadjamo, i glavna fan teorija je oko toga
Varis i Maloprstic, fascinantno kako reci nekada seku dublje nego macevi, i kako su spektakularniji dvoboji izmedju njih od svih viteskih dvoboja.
Tu bih pridruzio i Sersei i Tiriona iz istih razloga.

Slažem se za sva rivalstva koja ste naveli, ali ja bih izdvojio rivalstvo između kuća Breken i Blekvud. Rivalstvo i mržnja čiji uzroci leže duboko u prošlosti i koje se na tren ugasilo nas može podsetiti na rivalstvo između nas i naših zapadnih komšija. Ima smisla.

Nadal-Đoković definitvo!!! Hahahahaha
Meni su super Dorna-Hvat, Divljani-Straža... To je mnogo više od rivalstva, to je mržnja i potreba.... Od pojedinačnih niti jedno spec... Prosto nikad nisi načisto ko je kome zaista rival?! Neko pomenu Pauka i MP, a ja se pitam jesu li oni zaista rivali?

Ima raznih zanimljivih rivalstava, ali se slažem sa Oberinom da su daleko najzanimljiviji Davos i Melisandra. Kad čitam njihove dijaloge, nikada se ne mogu odlučiti na čijoj sam strani. Oboje su u pravu na neki svoj način.

Viktorijan-Juron Stanis-Renli Ridovi klinci-Freji u Zimovrelu Sersei-Margaery Baristan-Dzora Mormont Kejtlin -Liza (bar sa lizine strane )

Meni su takođe zanimljivi dijalozi između Varisa i Tiriona. Kao ok su, a ustvari postoji neko rivalstvo među njima.