Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
Julie
The Fist of the First Men stood tall in the dark clouds. A storm was coming, which was not unnatural when it was autumn though it f… moreelt different to Julie. She shook off the feeling, not wanting to appear weak and worried in front of her new group. The Mangler’s rode their Garron’s and followed Maror, who was riding ahead with Gorne. Julie, Skagard and Lokran brought up the rear, and Gendel was somewhere else entirely.
“These fucking cave dwellers are madder than the fucking Ice River Clans.” Skagard muttered. A light shower began to rain down on the tired men and women of the Mangler’s, though they did not show any signs of weakness.
“Perhaps they are. There is still a chance this ‘way’ really does exist. If it doesn’t, these cave dwellers are fucked.” Lokran said, a wry smile appearing on his face.
“They may be mad, but even the dumbest of the Free Folk know not to fuck with the Manglers. I’m convinced it’s real.” Skagard l… [view original content]
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration to Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab another ale, King Benjen made the room go quiet.
“Soldiers of the North. Lords and heirs of my bannermen. Knights of Westeros. I thank you all for attending the ceremony of Ian Morland and Bendor Went. May I please invite my new General and Kingsguard to the platform.” A round of applause came from the drunk men that sat at the long tables of the Great Hall.
Ian and Bendor rose from their seats, being patted on the back as they did so, and walked to the risen platform of the King’s table. At the table was Brandon Stark, Lord Donovan Umber, Lord Glover, Lord Mormont, Lady Reed and Lord Flint. King Benjen in front of the long table with an iron mug of mead in his hands, he was half drunk. The kingsguard stood around the table. Ian and Bendor met King Benjen by his side and stood tall and proud. King Benjen lazily put his arms around the two.
“May I present to you the youngest member of the Kingsguard. And the first southerner to become a General in my army!” The crowds cheered, Ian gently blushed.
“Now most of you have been following my example of drinking all my ale and mead! So how about we get something into our bellies eh?” With the order, chefs arrived through the doors with platters of glazed pork, chicken wings, auroch steaks and steamed vegetables. The men at the tables cheered and dug into their meals.
As the men were distracted, King Benjen silently escorted Ian to his strategy room. The room was quiet and warm, just like the rest of the Great Keep. The King instantly appeared sober as he walked over to a table with a map of the North on it. He opened a draw and placed a small letter on the table.
“Read it, tell me what you think.” Ian was somewhat surprised that Benjen was not as drunk as he had appeared. Ian clumsily walked over to the table and picked up the letter.
Ian fingered the seal - a flayed man - as he opened the letter. House Bolton, this won’t be good. He opened the letter, and the first thing he realised was how unneat the writing was.
To King Benjen Stark of Winterfell, King in the North and the King of Winter.
We have noticed you are preparing your army, and we have taken action. We will meet you in battle soon, though we will not be unprepared. Lady Judith Bolton was quite dissatisfied when my lord father informed her of the destruction of your house. She attempted to hard my lord father and her attempts have put her through a lot of grief. Our blades are sharp, your grace.
Heir to the Red King.
Jory Bolton.
Ian placed the letter down, slightly shocked. The letter had been wrote in blood.
“I have sent Norrhen Cassel and his men to infiltrate the Dreadfort. I need your opinion on the matter.” The King’s voice was clearly distressed.
“I do not wish to play this game with Lord Bolton, but I will if he forces me to. His youngest son is a squire to Lord Locke. I have sent a raven to the Greystarks, but received nothing. As you are my General, I want to know what you think we should do. Destroy all of his banners, one by one. Or capture his son and play his sadistic game.” Ian was stuck for an answer, he had barely been a General for a day.
“Your grace I know you are worried for you daughter, though perhaps a more tactical thought on the matter would be-” The King glared at Ian, showing him a bitter side that he had never known.
“They have my daughter! I was a fool to have considered their proposal. I do not care now for well planned strategies. I want to hurt the Bolton’s, I want them to bleed like how I bleed.” The King grunted, then sighed.
“I am sorry, Ian. This is a lot to put on you now, and we are both affected by the drinks we have had tonight. Let us sleep on it and talk again tomorrow, I still wish to hear your opinion though. If you will excuse me, I have a few more letters to read from the Night’s Watch and Oldstarks.” Ian bowed and the King nodded in return before disappearing into a different room.
Ian sat down at the strategy table, his mood to party had been flushed out of him with this letter.
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son] [Say he should destroy their banners]
Hey guys, sorry for such a short and shitty part. I had little motivation for Ian and I hope I will gain more in his future parts.
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son] Fight fire with fire, that's the only way.
That part wasn't good, but Winterfell thread has potential. Maybe now, when there will be (i hope) introduced new characters, story will gain pace?
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
Well, I highly doubt that any Lord Bolton ever cared for his children. If they capture Lord Bolton's son, he will probably flay or kill the kings daughter. And I am convinced, the Bolton's can be a lot more cruel than the Stark's. However, what truly hurts them is if the Stark's destroy their banners and take away their power.
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
[Say he should destroy their banners]
Well, I highly doubt that any Lord Bolton ever cared for his children. If they capture Lord Bolton'… mores son, he will probably flay or kill the kings daughter. And I am convinced, the Bolton's can be a lot more cruel than the Stark's. However, what truly hurts them is if the Stark's destroy their banners and take away their power.
There are only two Stark characters left that I can put into Ian's storyline. This part lacked a lot of story and emotion plainly from the lack of time I had to write it.
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son] Fight fire with fire, that's the only way.
That part wasn't good, but Winterfell thread has potential. Maybe now, when there will be (i hope) introduced new characters, story will gain pace?
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration t… moreo Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab an… [view original content]
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
Tristifer led his Garron through the small folk villages on the outskirts of Ol’Tower. Many small folk glared at him as he rode passed, clearly suspicious about a man of the Night’s Watch riding around so far south of the Wall. Tristifer decided to save the letter for his family to read, so it would not look like he had tampered with it in any way or form. Tristifer looked up at the Thumb, the place he grew up in. So many memories, I hope I’m not too late. For the entire ride, Tristifer had been trying to form a speech to say to his father. The last time he had seen him, he was enraged with Tristifer for wishing to marry a girl from House Fisher - a recently fallen house since the rise of the Oldstarks in the past century. Tristifer had hated his father for the lack of respect he had showed to him, the respect that he had always only given to Garett - his eldest son. A part of Tristifer wished to turn his horse around and head back to the Nightfort, but he had come to far to turn back and he knew Rechard would not accept it. Rechard was the castellan of Ol’Tower, despite Garett being the heir of their father it was always known that Rechard was the one who really ran Ol’Tower. Tristifer did not look forward to seeing any of his brothers or sisters, except for Allise. Allise was the eldest born daughter to their father, and had a lust for fighting rather than being a noble lady. If Tristifer knew any better, Allise would have ran to the Wall with him if she was not a girl. The thought of seeing her again made him feel slightly happy, though the rest weighed him down. The Thumb was only a few hours ride now, and the exhaustion he would endure would be nothing for what was to come.
-
Ol’Tower’s walls stood fifteen metres high and made completely out of stone. The only wood that was found in Ol’Tower was either driftwood, or imported from House Glover’s banners: House Forrester. Tristifer entered the ironwood gates that trafficked many merchants and travellers. Inside the walls of Ol’Tower were many stalls and travelling merchants. The buildings consisted mostly of bars and shops, with the occasion brothel here and there. To keep the buildings interesting, shopkeepers would nail driftwood into the cold stone walls. As for ironwood, the only people who could afford it were either rich merchants of the Oldstark’s themselves. Tristifer led his garron through the crowded road full of merchants, fishermen and the regular folk of Ol’Tower. There was one figure amongst the vast crowd that caught Tristifer’s eye. Tristifer dismounted his horse and led it through the crowd until he reached a small shop. A young boy, fifteen or so, with short black hair and poor clothing stared into the window - observing swords and shields that were on display.
“Jack?” The boy turned, and his eyes widened when he saw Tristifer.
“Tristifer, what in Seven Hells are you doing here?” Tristifer laughed uncertainly, somewhat despising the young man’s faith.
“Does that really need an answer?” Jack sighed then shook his head.
“Suppose not, I’ll take you to father.” The young man walked over to Tristifer and climbed onto his horse, a young Rounsey. He led his Rounsey through the crowd, Tristifer mounted his Garron and followed on. The two remained quiet as they rode in the general direction of the Maester’s spire, west of the Old Keep. Tristifer grew uncomfortable in the silence.
“How’ve you been Jack?” Jack shrugged, a sadness haunted the young man.
“When father fell sick, Garett kicked me out. He claimed that I was no use to our house, and that a bastard does not belong in Ol’Tower.” He grunted and looked over at Tristifer. “Let’s face it, he thinks I’m the reason for father’s illness.” Tristifer shook his head in disbelief.
“I’ll talk to Garrett, get you back home.” Jack laughed loudly, clearly not convinced.
“Thanks Tristifer, but I’ll pass. Man of the Night’s Watch has no power over the heir of Ol’Tower. Besides, I don’t think I want to live under the same roof as that fool.” Tristifer sighed, Jack was right about him not having any power over their eldest brother.
The two rode in furthermore silence until they reached the inner walls Old Home - which homed many places such as the Old Keep, Old Halls, the Maester’s spire and much more. In front of the doors of the Maester’s spire stood Maester Kerith and Rechard Oldstark. The two dropped their conversation when they noticed Tristifer and Jack approaching.
“Tristifer! It is good to see you.” His younger brother wore a happy smile and Tristifer and Jack dismounted their steeds. He looked over to Jack, who looked to be homeless. “You too, Jack.” He hesitated. Jack shrugged and walked off.
Rechard looked at Maester Kerith, which clearly was an indication for him to follow Jack. Once they were gone, Rechard clasped his hands together and smiled. Tristifer was unsure of whether the smile was genuine or not, but he smiled in return anyway. I can trust him, he’s my brother.
“So you must have brought a decree with you. May I see it? Not that I don’t trust you, just don’t want to have any problems with the Starks or Night’s Watch.” Tristifer nodded and reached into the saddlebag on his horse, revealing the decree. He had wished to have given it to the maester, though his brother would have to do.
“Now, where is father?” Rechard fingered the seal of the decree, but left it sealed.
“He’s upstairs, Garett and mother should be up there.” Tristifer frowned, he did not wish to see Garett. “I will take this to my quarters, welcome back to Ol’Tower brother.” And with that, Rechard was off. Tristifer shrugged and opened the door to the Maester’s spire.
Tristifer climbed the many stairs to reach the spire’s medical room, where he would hope to find his father. When he arrived, he found the door to be closed. A sudden shiver came across him, like he was being watched. Tristifer rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, thinking over the current events. Jack kicked out, Rechard’s placid and deceptive expression. What is going on around here? More importantly, what lies in this room? Tristifer felt the urge to unsheath his sword, he did not feel safe. Tristifer often had a gut feeling which was nearly always right, and this gut feeling was strong.
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword] [Calm down and enter without the sword]
Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
Tristifer led his Garron through … [view original content]
Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
Tristifer led his Garron through … [view original content]
Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
Tristifer led his Garron through … [view original content]
Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
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Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
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Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
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Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
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Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be… more the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
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I am going to take TheRightfulKing's vote as to enter with an 'unsheathed' sword. I appologise if that is not what you meant. Vote closed, Tristifer will enter the room with an unsheathed sword.
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as they trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the builder who had somewhat convinced him to come back to Castle Black.
“Jullon!” Todd screamed, his voice going off pitch as his voice was not fully matured yet. Jullon’s face was apologetic.
“Sorry to have startled you Todd, there is a meeting in the King’s Tower with all of us who were able to return. Errok wants us there right away.” Todd was silent for a moment, trying to calm himself down.
“Alright, let’s go then.” Todd said flatly. He got up and walked over to the stairs, forgetting of the dagger that still lay on the ground.
The two carefully descended the tower in absolute silence, Todd had nothing to say and was not in the mood to humour someone else for their sake. The Lance was old and crumbling due to its age, though the design was nowhere near as bad as Hardin’s Tower - which had a horrific lean to it. The two men reached the ground floor after ten minutes of descent, and exited the main door. Small patches of snow lay outside the door, but overall the weather mainly consisted of a strong wind coming from the east. Todd looked up at the storm clouds he was gazing at earlier, which were now harder to see as he was not as high as before.
“Is that rain in the distance?” Jullon asked, clearly staring at the same thing. Todd shrugged.
“Let’s go see what Errok wants, I grow tired of waiting for what happens next.” Jullon nodded and led on to King’s Tower.
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“We should go out and find them!” Was the first thing Todd heard when the two entered the tower.
“There are enough rangers beyond the Wall as it is. They will find them on their way back to the Wall, no doubt.” Errok said, trying to reassure the angered brother. Todd looked around the room which was filled with Black Brothers. First Builder Errok and Acting-First Ranger Kegan stood on a raised platform. Maester Horden sat on a chair peering out the window.
“Aye, but dead or alive?” The comment from one of the brothers brought a roar of agreeance. Kegan cleared his through.
“Brothers, here me now. I understand the importance of the situation, but we must think clearly on this. If the wildlings have captured the Lord Commander, they’ll expect that we are coming and will set an ambush.” Men who had not agreed with the last comment had nodded in agreeance with Kegan’s. “So I say we put it to a vote, in a moment we will ask that you go over to the Maester and sign the form he has on the table. Please keep in an orderly-” The old maester held his hand in the air.
“There will be no vote.” He said slowly but firmly, causing an uproar of anger to rise in the room. Errok’s yell was as loud as thunder, causing the room to go silent. The First Builder stroked his well-kept beard and wore a stern face,
“Maester Horden, I strongly advise that you reconsider. A vote is the best way to settle the matter.” The old maester turned and faced the irritated crowd. He had long white and gray hair with a beard stretching down to his knees.
“Do not lecture me on what is the best way to end a debate, Errok. I would rather listen to another excuse of why my raven cage has not been repaired yet, as I am sick of my quarters smelling of shit.” A roar of laughter filled the room, and even Errok grinned. Horden’s face was stern and worried, he turned back to the window. “For now, we do not go anywhere. Come, see for yourself.” Horden stared out the window with fear haunting his face, the brothers of the Watch quickly swarmed around him and peered out the small window.
Todd and Jullon could not see anything, Todd simply shrugged and sat down at a table. The men at the window began to panic, all leaning closer and closer to the window as they watched the events occurring outside. Todd grew curious now. What in Seven Hells is going on? Jullon had rested his hand on the head of his hammer. The acting First Ranger pulled away from the window, pulling others away as well.
“Everyone get your asses to the fucking Shield Hall! Anywhere underground, get bloody moving!” With the order, the men hurried away from the windows and down the stairs of King’s Tower. Jullon walked over to the window, where Errok and Maester Horden still stared out, their expressions were worried and filled with awe at the same time. Jullon’s jaw dropped as he saw what was outside.
“Todd, get over here. Now.” Jullon’s voice was shaky and the words were unclear at first. Todd stood up and walked over to the window, Errok and Jullon slowly began to move back.
Todd glared out the window, and what he saw gave him an identical reaction to the rest of the Brothers at Castle Black. Clumps of ice - the size of a man’s head - fell from the sky, destroying anything that stood in its path. Todd knew he had to run, but something inside him made him want to watch for a little while longer. The clumps of hail quickly got closer to King’s Tower, until it was finally among them. Errok and Jullon were already down the stairs and running, though Horden was still stationary. Todd spotted a clump of ice flying directly for the window, Todd looked over at Horden.
“Maester Horden, it is time to go.” The Maester did not respond.
Todd shook the old man’s shoulder quickly and harshly, he still did not move. What is wrong with you old man! Do you want to die here?! Todd wanted to scream. He grabbed the old man and gave a giant pull, causing him to fall on Todd. As he did so, a giant ball of hail smashed through the window and destroyed the seat that the Maester was once sitting on Todd shook the Maester, though after a quick moment he realised the man was in a paralysis. He tried to pick him up, but the Maester was heavier than he looked. Todd screamed for help but none came, so he dragged the old man down the stairs. The hail bashed against the sides of the tower, desperately trying to break in. Todd pulled the man to the bottom of the stairs, and leant him against the wall. He quickly ran to the door and opened it, resembling a mass of chaos. Men who had not fled to shelter were now stuck in the storm. Todd watched as a man left his cover to get under the shelter of the stairs, though once he got up his head was smashed to the ground and left as a bloody mess by the hail storm. Todd shut the door, beginning to panic. We’re going to die. The Maester had regained some ability to speak.
“Steward. Door.” Todd desperately tried to comprehend what the man was saying, but his words made no sense.
“What do you mean, ‘door.’ there is no damn door except the main door!” The Maester stuttered, Todd could he the anger in his voice.
“T-t-trapdoor.” Trapdoor? Todd looked around, and sure enough there was a trapdoor next to the base of the stairs.
Todd rushed over to it, though when he tried to open it he quickly realised it was locked with a padlock. Todd reached to his belt to grab his dagger, though to his surprise it was gone. Shit! He looked around, desperately trying to find something to smash it open with. There was nothing. Todd turned back to the Maester, desperately awaiting for an answer.
“Quarters. Raven. Key.” Was all the Maester managed to say. Todd juggled the words in his head. This makes no sense! Seven Hells we are going to die!
Todd knelt down and buried his hands in his head, desperately trying to find a meaning to the words. Quarters, raven and key. Wait… His quarters is where the key is. Shit! Todd walked over to the door and slowly opened it, but the wind caught the door and flung it open. Todd looked back to the Maester, who looked just as afraid as Todd.
“G-g-go.” Todd turned, staring at the ice that had become the new floor to the courtyard.
Todd looked around for options that may help him get to the Maester’s Quarters. He spotted a dead brother with a black steel shield lying next to him. It was the only option Todd could find. Here goes nothing. Todd grabbed the frames of the door and lunged himself into the open, running for the shield. Giant blocks of ice rained down towards him as he sprinted for towards the dead brother. Time felt like it had slowed down, Todd looked up to see the frozen ice hailing down towards him, he managed to dodge an impact to the head by accidentally ducking. Todd made it to the shield and picked it up. The metal was dinged but overall the shield had roughly kept its shape. Todd placed the shield above his head and continued running, heading for the stairs that many brothers were hiding under. The men yelled, giving him directions as where to jump when the ice blocks fell, or just to keep his damned heavy shield above his head. Todd reached the stairs and began to climb them, the men started yelling at him.
“What the fuck are you doing boy, get down here!” Todd recognised that the voice belonged to First Builder Errok.
Todd climbed the stairs and ran to the rookery, where he jumped under one of the broken cages of where the ravens once nested. The rookery was too exposed, and the Maester’s Quarters was not too far. He crawled out from his protection and hugged the wall. The door to the Maester’s Quarter’s was closed, making Todd fear that the door may be locked. Seven Hells, Todd. You have a shield, locked doors are not an issue! Todd aligned his shield so it was in front of him. He took in a deep breath, then ran for the door. Bits of ice rained down on him, but only one threw him off guard. The frozen block hit his shield with a force so hard it ripped the straps that kept the shield on his arm. Todd regained his balanced and continued running to the door, the shield was useless now. Todd used all the force in his body to smash down the door, fortunately it was not locked. Todd quickly shut the door behind him. He fell to the ground, panting for air and rubbing his bruised forearm. Many black ravens flew around the room in panic, and when a window was smashed by the ice they all fled out of the quarters. All except one, which had perched itself on a bookshelf. Todd got up and walked over to the raven.
“Squak!” Was the only noise that came out of the Raven’s beak. Todd thought back to the three words, Raven.
“Raven, where is the key?!” The bird squaked again, then flew over to the Maester’s desk and began to peck at a lockbox.
Todd ran over to the desk and tried to open the small chest, but it was locked. By the old gods and the Seven! Todd picked up the lockbox and threw it across the room, which to his surprise managed to break the padlock on the front. Todd ran over to the objects that had spilled out of it until he found the key. He grabbed it and turned back towards the door, but before moving the wall suddenly crumbled in as the hail storm had made it’s way through. Seven Hells. The hail bounced around the room, Todd looked around for the raven - who had perched itself on a rug and was pecking at it. The rug was surrounded by bookcases, one had fallen over and was leaning against the other. Todd crawled under and tugged at the rug, revealing a trapdoor. Todd was stumped now, he had no idea where this trapdoor led to. If the quarters are falling apart from the ice, then there is no doubt that King’s Tower is too. I need to get back there, but this damned bird is so contempt on going down this trapdoor. If I could just get back to the shield… Then I would have a chance to get back to the tower. Besides, this trapdoor could just lead to more books or something. The raven squaked and continued to peck at the trapdoor, making it seem more intelligent than it should be. Todd turned back to the door - which was now destroyed - and looked out to King’s Tower. It was still standing, though copping a lot of the storm. Those who were originally under the stairs were now missing. What in Seven Hells do I do!?
[Grab the shield and try to get back to King’s Tower] [Go down the trapdoor]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
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Next part is focusing Ian Morland
Ian
The Great Keep was filled with laughter and drunken cheers from soldiers and knights alike. King Benjen had dedicated a celebration to Bendor and Ian for their high promotions, though the two received little attention while they were there. Bendor wore a wide and happy grin on his face as he drank down his third mug of ale, Ian had been savouring his first for the past half hour. Bendor wore his new kingsguard armour which was made entirely of steel plates. The armour was gray, except for the Stark direwolf on the torso which was white. Bendor also wore a new steel longsword at his waist, his shield had been left back at his new quarters as well as his helmet. Ian placed a hand on Bendor’s armoured shoulder.
“You’ve done well, son.” Bendor’s smile was warm and cheerful, showing appreciation and thanks.
“I could not have achieved any of this without you, old man.” The two laughed and emptied their mugs. As Ian was about to grab another ale, King Benjen made the room go quiet.
“Soldiers of the North. Lords and heirs of my bannermen. Knights of Westeros. I thank you all for attending the ceremony of Ian Morland and Bendor Went. May I please invite my new General and Kingsguard to the platform.” A round of applause came from the drunk men that sat at the long tables of the Great Hall.
Ian and Bendor rose from their seats, being patted on the back as they did so, and walked to the risen platform of the King’s table. At the table was Brandon Stark, Lord Donovan Umber, Lord Glover, Lord Mormont, Lady Reed and Lord Flint. King Benjen in front of the long table with an iron mug of mead in his hands, he was half drunk. The kingsguard stood around the table. Ian and Bendor met King Benjen by his side and stood tall and proud. King Benjen lazily put his arms around the two.
“May I present to you the youngest member of the Kingsguard. And the first southerner to become a General in my army!” The crowds cheered, Ian gently blushed.
“Now most of you have been following my example of drinking all my ale and mead! So how about we get something into our bellies eh?” With the order, chefs arrived through the doors with platters of glazed pork, chicken wings, auroch steaks and steamed vegetables. The men at the tables cheered and dug into their meals.
As the men were distracted, King Benjen silently escorted Ian to his strategy room. The room was quiet and warm, just like the rest of the Great Keep. The King instantly appeared sober as he walked over to a table with a map of the North on it. He opened a draw and placed a small letter on the table.
“Read it, tell me what you think.” Ian was somewhat surprised that Benjen was not as drunk as he had appeared. Ian clumsily walked over to the table and picked up the letter.
Ian fingered the seal - a flayed man - as he opened the letter. House Bolton, this won’t be good. He opened the letter, and the first thing he realised was how unneat the writing was.
To King Benjen Stark of Winterfell, King in the North and the King of Winter.
We have noticed you are preparing your army, and we have taken action. We will meet you in battle soon, though we will not be unprepared. Lady Judith Bolton was quite dissatisfied when my lord father informed her of the destruction of your house. She attempted to hard my lord father and her attempts have put her through a lot of grief. Our blades are sharp, your grace.
Heir to the Red King.
Jory Bolton.
Ian placed the letter down, slightly shocked. The letter had been wrote in blood.
“I have sent Norrhen Cassel and his men to infiltrate the Dreadfort. I need your opinion on the matter.” The King’s voice was clearly distressed.
“I do not wish to play this game with Lord Bolton, but I will if he forces me to. His youngest son is a squire to Lord Locke. I have sent a raven to the Greystarks, but received nothing. As you are my General, I want to know what you think we should do. Destroy all of his banners, one by one. Or capture his son and play his sadistic game.” Ian was stuck for an answer, he had barely been a General for a day.
“Your grace I know you are worried for you daughter, though perhaps a more tactical thought on the matter would be-” The King glared at Ian, showing him a bitter side that he had never known.
“They have my daughter! I was a fool to have considered their proposal. I do not care now for well planned strategies. I want to hurt the Bolton’s, I want them to bleed like how I bleed.” The King grunted, then sighed.
“I am sorry, Ian. This is a lot to put on you now, and we are both affected by the drinks we have had tonight. Let us sleep on it and talk again tomorrow, I still wish to hear your opinion though. If you will excuse me, I have a few more letters to read from the Night’s Watch and Oldstarks.” Ian bowed and the King nodded in return before disappearing into a different room.
Ian sat down at the strategy table, his mood to party had been flushed out of him with this letter.
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son] [Say he should destroy their banners]
Hey guys, sorry for such a short and shitty part. I had little motivation for Ian and I hope I will gain more in his future parts.
[Say he should destroy their banners] Great Part !!
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son] Fight fire with fire, that's the only way.
That part wasn't good, but Winterfell thread has potential. Maybe now, when there will be (i hope) introduced new characters, story will gain pace?
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son]
I quite liked this part
[Say he should destroy their banners]
[Say he should destroy their banners]
Well, I highly doubt that any Lord Bolton ever cared for his children. If they capture Lord Bolton's son, he will probably flay or kill the kings daughter. And I am convinced, the Bolton's can be a lot more cruel than the Stark's. However, what truly hurts them is if the Stark's destroy their banners and take away their power.
[Say he should destroy their banners]
It was not shitty at all, i liked it. :-)
[Say he should destroy their banners]
I know too well that Boltons happen to not care too much about their sons.
Hence the Bleeding War takes its toll
There are only two Stark characters left that I can put into Ian's storyline. This part lacked a lot of story and emotion plainly from the lack of time I had to write it.
[Say he should capture Lord Bolton’s son]
Toregg, hope it's not too out of character Alikir. Sorry if it is...
Vote closed! Ian will say they should destroy their banners.
Tristifer
The Stony Shore was rugged and harsh terrain, within the sharp rocks and boulders lay Ol’Tower. The Oldstark’s were known to be the protectors of the North by the Stony Shore, often holding off Ironborn raids and Wildling attacks on Bear Island. Ol’Tower was home to a small navy force which often assisted the Night’s Watch when needed, though King Benjen’s needs always came before the needs of the Night’s Watch. The city of Ol’Tower was built on the Thumb - A stone hill standing five hundred metres high on the water's edge. It stood in the northern part of the Stony Shore - for its strategic value. The Thumb overlooked the Sunset Sea and Blazewater Bay, which made it good for spotting raids or invasions. A wide path was carved into the rocky cliff face which descended all the way down to the harbour. Five stone walls stood as blockades along the path in case invaders tried to ascend the Thumb.
Tristifer led his Garron through the small folk villages on the outskirts of Ol’Tower. Many small folk glared at him as he rode passed, clearly suspicious about a man of the Night’s Watch riding around so far south of the Wall. Tristifer decided to save the letter for his family to read, so it would not look like he had tampered with it in any way or form. Tristifer looked up at the Thumb, the place he grew up in. So many memories, I hope I’m not too late. For the entire ride, Tristifer had been trying to form a speech to say to his father. The last time he had seen him, he was enraged with Tristifer for wishing to marry a girl from House Fisher - a recently fallen house since the rise of the Oldstarks in the past century. Tristifer had hated his father for the lack of respect he had showed to him, the respect that he had always only given to Garett - his eldest son. A part of Tristifer wished to turn his horse around and head back to the Nightfort, but he had come to far to turn back and he knew Rechard would not accept it. Rechard was the castellan of Ol’Tower, despite Garett being the heir of their father it was always known that Rechard was the one who really ran Ol’Tower. Tristifer did not look forward to seeing any of his brothers or sisters, except for Allise. Allise was the eldest born daughter to their father, and had a lust for fighting rather than being a noble lady. If Tristifer knew any better, Allise would have ran to the Wall with him if she was not a girl. The thought of seeing her again made him feel slightly happy, though the rest weighed him down. The Thumb was only a few hours ride now, and the exhaustion he would endure would be nothing for what was to come.
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Ol’Tower’s walls stood fifteen metres high and made completely out of stone. The only wood that was found in Ol’Tower was either driftwood, or imported from House Glover’s banners: House Forrester. Tristifer entered the ironwood gates that trafficked many merchants and travellers. Inside the walls of Ol’Tower were many stalls and travelling merchants. The buildings consisted mostly of bars and shops, with the occasion brothel here and there. To keep the buildings interesting, shopkeepers would nail driftwood into the cold stone walls. As for ironwood, the only people who could afford it were either rich merchants of the Oldstark’s themselves. Tristifer led his garron through the crowded road full of merchants, fishermen and the regular folk of Ol’Tower. There was one figure amongst the vast crowd that caught Tristifer’s eye. Tristifer dismounted his horse and led it through the crowd until he reached a small shop. A young boy, fifteen or so, with short black hair and poor clothing stared into the window - observing swords and shields that were on display.
“Jack?” The boy turned, and his eyes widened when he saw Tristifer.
“Tristifer, what in Seven Hells are you doing here?” Tristifer laughed uncertainly, somewhat despising the young man’s faith.
“Does that really need an answer?” Jack sighed then shook his head.
“Suppose not, I’ll take you to father.” The young man walked over to Tristifer and climbed onto his horse, a young Rounsey. He led his Rounsey through the crowd, Tristifer mounted his Garron and followed on. The two remained quiet as they rode in the general direction of the Maester’s spire, west of the Old Keep. Tristifer grew uncomfortable in the silence.
“How’ve you been Jack?” Jack shrugged, a sadness haunted the young man.
“When father fell sick, Garett kicked me out. He claimed that I was no use to our house, and that a bastard does not belong in Ol’Tower.” He grunted and looked over at Tristifer. “Let’s face it, he thinks I’m the reason for father’s illness.” Tristifer shook his head in disbelief.
“I’ll talk to Garrett, get you back home.” Jack laughed loudly, clearly not convinced.
“Thanks Tristifer, but I’ll pass. Man of the Night’s Watch has no power over the heir of Ol’Tower. Besides, I don’t think I want to live under the same roof as that fool.” Tristifer sighed, Jack was right about him not having any power over their eldest brother.
The two rode in furthermore silence until they reached the inner walls Old Home - which homed many places such as the Old Keep, Old Halls, the Maester’s spire and much more. In front of the doors of the Maester’s spire stood Maester Kerith and Rechard Oldstark. The two dropped their conversation when they noticed Tristifer and Jack approaching.
“Tristifer! It is good to see you.” His younger brother wore a happy smile and Tristifer and Jack dismounted their steeds. He looked over to Jack, who looked to be homeless. “You too, Jack.” He hesitated. Jack shrugged and walked off.
Rechard looked at Maester Kerith, which clearly was an indication for him to follow Jack. Once they were gone, Rechard clasped his hands together and smiled. Tristifer was unsure of whether the smile was genuine or not, but he smiled in return anyway. I can trust him, he’s my brother.
“So you must have brought a decree with you. May I see it? Not that I don’t trust you, just don’t want to have any problems with the Starks or Night’s Watch.” Tristifer nodded and reached into the saddlebag on his horse, revealing the decree. He had wished to have given it to the maester, though his brother would have to do.
“Now, where is father?” Rechard fingered the seal of the decree, but left it sealed.
“He’s upstairs, Garett and mother should be up there.” Tristifer frowned, he did not wish to see Garett. “I will take this to my quarters, welcome back to Ol’Tower brother.” And with that, Rechard was off. Tristifer shrugged and opened the door to the Maester’s spire.
Tristifer climbed the many stairs to reach the spire’s medical room, where he would hope to find his father. When he arrived, he found the door to be closed. A sudden shiver came across him, like he was being watched. Tristifer rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, thinking over the current events. Jack kicked out, Rechard’s placid and deceptive expression. What is going on around here? More importantly, what lies in this room? Tristifer felt the urge to unsheath his sword, he did not feel safe. Tristifer often had a gut feeling which was nearly always right, and this gut feeling was strong.
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword] [Calm down and enter without the sword]
[Calm down and enter without the sword] Looks like not important choice, i don't think that there is any danger in Ol'Tower
[Enter the room with a sheathed sword]
Crap sorry, it should be unsheathed. Sorry!!
Yeah sorry, I made a mistake with the choices. It was meant to be unsheathed. I better get some more sleep
[Calm down and enter without the sword]
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword]
Better safe than sorry, right?
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword]
[Calm down and enter without the sword]
Nah , He's alright !! ;DD
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword]
[Enter the room with an unsheathed sword]
I am going to take TheRightfulKing's vote as to enter with an 'unsheathed' sword. I appologise if that is not what you meant. Vote closed, Tristifer will enter the room with an unsheathed sword.
Next part is on Todd Rivers
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as they trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the builder who had somewhat convinced him to come back to Castle Black.
“Jullon!” Todd screamed, his voice going off pitch as his voice was not fully matured yet. Jullon’s face was apologetic.
“Sorry to have startled you Todd, there is a meeting in the King’s Tower with all of us who were able to return. Errok wants us there right away.” Todd was silent for a moment, trying to calm himself down.
“Alright, let’s go then.” Todd said flatly. He got up and walked over to the stairs, forgetting of the dagger that still lay on the ground.
The two carefully descended the tower in absolute silence, Todd had nothing to say and was not in the mood to humour someone else for their sake. The Lance was old and crumbling due to its age, though the design was nowhere near as bad as Hardin’s Tower - which had a horrific lean to it. The two men reached the ground floor after ten minutes of descent, and exited the main door. Small patches of snow lay outside the door, but overall the weather mainly consisted of a strong wind coming from the east. Todd looked up at the storm clouds he was gazing at earlier, which were now harder to see as he was not as high as before.
“Is that rain in the distance?” Jullon asked, clearly staring at the same thing. Todd shrugged.
“Let’s go see what Errok wants, I grow tired of waiting for what happens next.” Jullon nodded and led on to King’s Tower.
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“We should go out and find them!” Was the first thing Todd heard when the two entered the tower.
“There are enough rangers beyond the Wall as it is. They will find them on their way back to the Wall, no doubt.” Errok said, trying to reassure the angered brother. Todd looked around the room which was filled with Black Brothers. First Builder Errok and Acting-First Ranger Kegan stood on a raised platform. Maester Horden sat on a chair peering out the window.
“Aye, but dead or alive?” The comment from one of the brothers brought a roar of agreeance. Kegan cleared his through.
“Brothers, here me now. I understand the importance of the situation, but we must think clearly on this. If the wildlings have captured the Lord Commander, they’ll expect that we are coming and will set an ambush.” Men who had not agreed with the last comment had nodded in agreeance with Kegan’s. “So I say we put it to a vote, in a moment we will ask that you go over to the Maester and sign the form he has on the table. Please keep in an orderly-” The old maester held his hand in the air.
“There will be no vote.” He said slowly but firmly, causing an uproar of anger to rise in the room. Errok’s yell was as loud as thunder, causing the room to go silent. The First Builder stroked his well-kept beard and wore a stern face,
“Maester Horden, I strongly advise that you reconsider. A vote is the best way to settle the matter.” The old maester turned and faced the irritated crowd. He had long white and gray hair with a beard stretching down to his knees.
“Do not lecture me on what is the best way to end a debate, Errok. I would rather listen to another excuse of why my raven cage has not been repaired yet, as I am sick of my quarters smelling of shit.” A roar of laughter filled the room, and even Errok grinned. Horden’s face was stern and worried, he turned back to the window. “For now, we do not go anywhere. Come, see for yourself.” Horden stared out the window with fear haunting his face, the brothers of the Watch quickly swarmed around him and peered out the small window.
Todd and Jullon could not see anything, Todd simply shrugged and sat down at a table. The men at the window began to panic, all leaning closer and closer to the window as they watched the events occurring outside. Todd grew curious now. What in Seven Hells is going on? Jullon had rested his hand on the head of his hammer. The acting First Ranger pulled away from the window, pulling others away as well.
“Everyone get your asses to the fucking Shield Hall! Anywhere underground, get bloody moving!” With the order, the men hurried away from the windows and down the stairs of King’s Tower. Jullon walked over to the window, where Errok and Maester Horden still stared out, their expressions were worried and filled with awe at the same time. Jullon’s jaw dropped as he saw what was outside.
“Todd, get over here. Now.” Jullon’s voice was shaky and the words were unclear at first. Todd stood up and walked over to the window, Errok and Jullon slowly began to move back.
Todd glared out the window, and what he saw gave him an identical reaction to the rest of the Brothers at Castle Black. Clumps of ice - the size of a man’s head - fell from the sky, destroying anything that stood in its path. Todd knew he had to run, but something inside him made him want to watch for a little while longer. The clumps of hail quickly got closer to King’s Tower, until it was finally among them. Errok and Jullon were already down the stairs and running, though Horden was still stationary. Todd spotted a clump of ice flying directly for the window, Todd looked over at Horden.
“Maester Horden, it is time to go.” The Maester did not respond.
Todd shook the old man’s shoulder quickly and harshly, he still did not move. What is wrong with you old man! Do you want to die here?! Todd wanted to scream. He grabbed the old man and gave a giant pull, causing him to fall on Todd. As he did so, a giant ball of hail smashed through the window and destroyed the seat that the Maester was once sitting on Todd shook the Maester, though after a quick moment he realised the man was in a paralysis. He tried to pick him up, but the Maester was heavier than he looked. Todd screamed for help but none came, so he dragged the old man down the stairs. The hail bashed against the sides of the tower, desperately trying to break in. Todd pulled the man to the bottom of the stairs, and leant him against the wall. He quickly ran to the door and opened it, resembling a mass of chaos. Men who had not fled to shelter were now stuck in the storm. Todd watched as a man left his cover to get under the shelter of the stairs, though once he got up his head was smashed to the ground and left as a bloody mess by the hail storm. Todd shut the door, beginning to panic. We’re going to die. The Maester had regained some ability to speak.
“Steward. Door.” Todd desperately tried to comprehend what the man was saying, but his words made no sense.
“What do you mean, ‘door.’ there is no damn door except the main door!” The Maester stuttered, Todd could he the anger in his voice.
“T-t-trapdoor.” Trapdoor? Todd looked around, and sure enough there was a trapdoor next to the base of the stairs.
Todd rushed over to it, though when he tried to open it he quickly realised it was locked with a padlock. Todd reached to his belt to grab his dagger, though to his surprise it was gone. Shit! He looked around, desperately trying to find something to smash it open with. There was nothing. Todd turned back to the Maester, desperately awaiting for an answer.
“Quarters. Raven. Key.” Was all the Maester managed to say. Todd juggled the words in his head. This makes no sense! Seven Hells we are going to die!
Todd knelt down and buried his hands in his head, desperately trying to find a meaning to the words. Quarters, raven and key. Wait… His quarters is where the key is. Shit! Todd walked over to the door and slowly opened it, but the wind caught the door and flung it open. Todd looked back to the Maester, who looked just as afraid as Todd.
“G-g-go.” Todd turned, staring at the ice that had become the new floor to the courtyard.
Todd looked around for options that may help him get to the Maester’s Quarters. He spotted a dead brother with a black steel shield lying next to him. It was the only option Todd could find. Here goes nothing. Todd grabbed the frames of the door and lunged himself into the open, running for the shield. Giant blocks of ice rained down towards him as he sprinted for towards the dead brother. Time felt like it had slowed down, Todd looked up to see the frozen ice hailing down towards him, he managed to dodge an impact to the head by accidentally ducking. Todd made it to the shield and picked it up. The metal was dinged but overall the shield had roughly kept its shape. Todd placed the shield above his head and continued running, heading for the stairs that many brothers were hiding under. The men yelled, giving him directions as where to jump when the ice blocks fell, or just to keep his damned heavy shield above his head. Todd reached the stairs and began to climb them, the men started yelling at him.
“What the fuck are you doing boy, get down here!” Todd recognised that the voice belonged to First Builder Errok.
Todd climbed the stairs and ran to the rookery, where he jumped under one of the broken cages of where the ravens once nested. The rookery was too exposed, and the Maester’s Quarters was not too far. He crawled out from his protection and hugged the wall. The door to the Maester’s Quarter’s was closed, making Todd fear that the door may be locked. Seven Hells, Todd. You have a shield, locked doors are not an issue! Todd aligned his shield so it was in front of him. He took in a deep breath, then ran for the door. Bits of ice rained down on him, but only one threw him off guard. The frozen block hit his shield with a force so hard it ripped the straps that kept the shield on his arm. Todd regained his balanced and continued running to the door, the shield was useless now. Todd used all the force in his body to smash down the door, fortunately it was not locked. Todd quickly shut the door behind him. He fell to the ground, panting for air and rubbing his bruised forearm. Many black ravens flew around the room in panic, and when a window was smashed by the ice they all fled out of the quarters. All except one, which had perched itself on a bookshelf. Todd got up and walked over to the raven.
“Squak!” Was the only noise that came out of the Raven’s beak. Todd thought back to the three words, Raven.
“Raven, where is the key?!” The bird squaked again, then flew over to the Maester’s desk and began to peck at a lockbox.
Todd ran over to the desk and tried to open the small chest, but it was locked. By the old gods and the Seven! Todd picked up the lockbox and threw it across the room, which to his surprise managed to break the padlock on the front. Todd ran over to the objects that had spilled out of it until he found the key. He grabbed it and turned back towards the door, but before moving the wall suddenly crumbled in as the hail storm had made it’s way through. Seven Hells. The hail bounced around the room, Todd looked around for the raven - who had perched itself on a rug and was pecking at it. The rug was surrounded by bookcases, one had fallen over and was leaning against the other. Todd crawled under and tugged at the rug, revealing a trapdoor. Todd was stumped now, he had no idea where this trapdoor led to. If the quarters are falling apart from the ice, then there is no doubt that King’s Tower is too. I need to get back there, but this damned bird is so contempt on going down this trapdoor. If I could just get back to the shield… Then I would have a chance to get back to the tower. Besides, this trapdoor could just lead to more books or something. The raven squaked and continued to peck at the trapdoor, making it seem more intelligent than it should be. Todd turned back to the door - which was now destroyed - and looked out to King’s Tower. It was still standing, though copping a lot of the storm. Those who were originally under the stairs were now missing. What in Seven Hells do I do!?
[Grab the shield and try to get back to King’s Tower] [Go down the trapdoor]
[Go down the trapdoor]
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Well I hope you get that checked.