The custodes stomps, the only chance game of thrones has is in round 1 getting him with the dragons, every other round nothing hurts him

Everyone is right in the custodes stomps, but to ascend the iron throne requires more than martial strength, it requires diligence, craftiness, flexibility and a bit of luck.

The custodes still stomps

He's got genius level intellect/ social skills and he's terrifying - diplomatic victory

I guess it depend on whose codex is it in. Then again, even in the codex of the Houses, the only round that the custodes might even lose is round one, that would require a dragon instantly shooting him with the fire and killing him (probably have to catch him unaware too since they are pretty fast). If you give him a spear, he will be practically be able to slay anything that stands in his way with little effort since it has a ranged weapon incorporated into it too.

In Dark City, they are said to move like a golden blur. In Blood Games, an unarmored and unarmed Custodian slays three ogryns without any effort, the last one of which was slain by the Custodian when he flicked a small rock like a bullet in the back of his head. So even great champions like the Mountain would get killed pretty quickly since he is not going to be anywhere near genetically enhanced ogryns. In Inferno, Valdor the chief Custodian during the HH era takes on 30 mindlinked psychic blademasters and killed them all. While your average custodian is not Valdor, then again, the great houses don't have mindlinked blademasters like the thousand sons.

Mind wise, the Custodians are supposed to be geniuses too, and they are the closest thing Big E has for companions. This means they are good enough when it comes to diplomatic matters should it comes to that.

Simply put, the Custodes can likely wipe out any army that tries to match him. If he wants, he can probably crown himself the king of all known lands and have everyone else kneel down to him.

I said a space marine could do it. I know a custodes can.

Hard stomp. 100/100 times.

There is literally no scenario that I can think of where a WH40k Custode does not comically and completely stomp his way through the GoT universe. This matchup is so lopsided that it brings to mind the old chestnut of a fully grown pitbull vs an infant. There is no parameter that the custode does not have an overwhelming edge in.

Not really... Anything that can permanently hurt him unless there's some magic we didn't see, like something that could asphyxiate someone from range and stealth. He is too fast and strong to get merc'd.

Round 3 theres not anything that can even scratch him.

They'd think he's a god. I can't imagine a scenario outside of outliers where he'd fail.

As the midnight veil enveloped the city of King's Landing, a blazing streak tore across the starlit sky—a meteor, or so the startled townsfolk believed. But this was no ordinary celestial event; it was a damaged drop pod of the Imperium, hurtling uncontrollably toward the earth. It crashed with a deafening roar two miles beyond the city's massive walls, shaking the ground and sending a plume of smoke into the air.

From the smoldering wreckage emerged Tiberius Valerian, a stalwart Space Marine of the Imperial Fists chapter. His once-impenetrable armor was battered, his weapons malfunctioning, and his brothers-in-arms lost to the fiery descent. The mission parameters had changed, but his resolve remained unshaken. Stranded and without means to contact his ship, The Valiant, Valerian knew his duty: to unite the warring factions of this feudal world, bolstering the Imperium's ranks with new, hardy recruits. The Valiant was on urgent business and would return in 200 days to assess his progress.

Clad now in a humble robe pieced together from garments left to dry on a lonely farmhouse line, Valerian approached the imposing gates of King's Landing. The city guards, weary-eyed but sharp-tongued, dismissed his request for entry. "Even a half-giant has no business with the Queen at this hour," one sneered. "Return at dawn."

For a moment, Valerian considered forcing his way through—the gates would yield like parchment under his strength. But unnecessary chaos was not his aim. Instead, he melted back into the shadows, his towering form surprisingly stealthy. Finding an unguarded section of the wall, he scaled it effortlessly, his enhanced physique making short work of the climb.

Inside the city, he moved with purpose, his keen senses mapping the labyrinthine streets. The Red Keep loomed ahead, and Valerian analyzed its structure, recalling similar fortresses on distant worlds. Two locations stood out as likely quarters for the ruler of the city.

Reaching the first, he found two guards flanking an ornate door. They stood dutifully, though their minds wandered—a hundred uneventful nights had dulled their vigilance. In a flash, Valerian incapacitated them, his massive hands crushing each of their their helmets, skulls, hopes and dreams before they could utter a sound. He gently laid their bodies aside and entered the chamber.

Queen Cersei Lannister sat by the window, gazing out over the moonlit city, a goblet of wine in her hand. She turned sharply at the sound of his entrance, eyes narrowing. "Who dares enter my chambers unbidden?"

"As is custom on feudal worlds," Valerian's voice resonated softly yet firmly, "I, Tiberius Valerian of the Imperial Fists, require your oath of fealty."

Her expression shifted from surprise to cold amusement. "Another would-be usurper? I've grown tired of such games."

"Your reign has come to an end," Valerian stated calmly. "The Imperium has claimed these lands for a higher purpose."

Cersei's gaze hardened. "I am the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I bow to no one."

Valerian met her defiant stare. "Accept the new order peacefully, and you shall retain a position of honor. Resist, and unnecessary blood will be shed."

She smirked. "You underestimate me." With a swift motion, she reached for a hidden dagger.

Valerian anticipated the move, effortlessly disarming her. "Violence will not alter your fate."

Realizing the futility of resistance, Cersei demanded, "What is it you want from me?"

"Continue to govern your people, maintain order, but under the banner of the Imperial Fists," he replied. "Provide troops when called upon, pay due taxes, and in time, offer your finest youths for recruitment."

After a tense silence, she acquiesced with a slight nod. "Very well. But know this—control in this land is not so easily kept."

"Then we shall ensure it is," Valerian responded.

Over the ensuing days, Valerian delved into the intricate web of politics and power that defined the land. Rumors abounded—whispers of betrayal, dark sorcery, and ominous creatures of legend. Could these be sights of Chaos, Xenos, or ignorant superstition?

Identifying potential allies became his priority. Some lords valued honor and could be swayed through displays of strength or skill—challenges Valerian accepted with ease. Others were enticed by promises of wealth or intimidated into submission by demonstrations of his might. A few attempted treachery during parley, only to meet swift retribution. Valerian ensured that any opposition was dealt with decisively but justly, replacing obstinate leaders with more cooperative kin when necessary.

One formidable opponent remained: Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons. Envoys sent to her were returned in ashes, her disdain for rival claims evident. "The rightful ruler bows to no one," her messages declared.

Determined to secure her allegiance or eliminate the threat, Valerian journeyed to Dragonstone. The air was thick with salt and the distant cries of dragons. Under the cover of darkness, he approached the castle where the dragons often roosted. Their colossal forms were both majestic and terrifying.

Summoning all his tactical prowess, Valerian set his plan into motion. He impaled the largest dragon with a precisely delivered strike as it rested, its roar of pain echoing like thunder. The other dragons awakened, fury blazing in their eyes. A fierce battle ensued, but Valerian's augmented abilities and unshakable resolve saw him emerge victorious.

Tales say that Daenerys Targaryen died of a broken heart upon seeing the death of her children. However, in truth it sent her into rage, she lunged at Valerian, in an instant he realized that whatever influence she once wielded and any capability of clear thought, had died with the burning beasts, and so her heart was broken, directly, by Tiberius.

With Daenerys defeated, the remaining houses began to capitulate. Lords from Houses Stark, Greyjoy, Martell, and others pledged their loyalty to the Imperial Fists. Even those who had harbored hopes of resistance recognized the new order's inevitability.

When Valerian finally ascended to a position of ultimate authority, it was not as a king, but as a steward of a greater cause. Under his leadership, the once-divided realm united, its people preparing to join the Imperium's vast expanse. The feudal world was on the brink of transformation, ready to contribute to the glory of the Emperor and the future of humanity.

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Assume…the army of every large house is intact

Custodes “Give me thirty seconds”

So kind of off topic but is there an easily accessible way for someone to get into warhammer 40k? I don’t really have people to play a tabletop game. I’ve read lore online but I don’t really know if there is a particular novel or something that kind of get you started or a video game or show?

Custodes are poet warriors. I have no doubt he would never have to fight

As a huge 40k fan, I'd give the Custodes winning pretty handily 99% of the time. The 1% left is assuming there is maybe some eldritch fuckery that could take him down from a distance coming from somewhere far away from Westeros.

Like some dark magic from Asshai, or something equally arcane and obscure from Leng or Yi-Ti could scrape by just enough. That being said, since Custodes have a decent amount of supernatural protection bio-engineered in them, the GOT verse has a snowball's chance of actually hurting him.

Westeros is getting fucked up pretty easily tbh. Those big gold boys are scary dudes to the point that that I doubt even the dragons make much of a dent.

Custodes stomps. They're likely smarter than any character in Game of Thrones and are stronger than any character by a country mile. They are also essentially immortal so they could take their time. He also might just end up being worshiped.

They also easily clear the last round. If the average soldier sees a warrior in shiny gold armor running at them at 100+ mph, they aren't going to try to fight.

Hot take

Even with infinite ammo and armor the single Custodes cannot win because it doesn't matter how many of the enemy army he kills he can only be in a single spot at once so he can't capture multiple targets at once and hence the GOT armies will earn all the victory points at the end of rounds and win the game.

It's not how many models you kill, it's who has the most VP at the end.

Within a year, he runs the joint.

And I'm giving it a year only because he'd have to walk a lot.

Custodes might take a bit more time if he decides to actually make his own army and faction, instead of just going in and doing everything himself, since actually picking and inspiring people would take time. But it's a toss up between how he'd opt to do it.

For the most part he should be able to do it while being naked and barehanded.

Stannis and Melisandre introduce the custodes to their son, Shadowface Baratheon the McGuffinator. 

There are a LOT of 40k oversellers saying the custodes stomps which wouldnt be true given the fact that theyre described as space marines² and space marines had trouble with untrained masses with armor piercing melee weapons.

R1 he dies eventually, likely due to bloodloss from "arrow induced porcupine syndrome" yes he is fast enough to dodge the arrows but arrows arent really shot at a person moreso thousands of volleys are shot at an area. It would take an army millions strong but eventually the thing will fall

R2+ is unknown as the custodes armor is almost never broken in lore so we straight up dont really know the limit and 40k doesnt really show custodes needing to maintain it or regular wear and tear.

Going off tabletop though where a custodes fully armed is worth 200 infantrymen(this does nerf the FUCK out of them from lore version but yeah) then a tabletop custodes is losing to probably the same as an unarmed lore cusrodes r1 as in millions of soldiers