Here comes the next part, sorry it took a little longer than usual. That is mostly because my friend was on a small leave from the army yesterday and I spent most my day with him. Also I had some lack of inspiration while writing this one, it's certainly not my favorite part (and it's pretty short), but it was needed anyway. Well, enjoy (if you can)!
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Skjorn
Another day of marching was behind the army of the Thenns and they were now deep in the Haunted Forest. Skjorn was once again sitting in the tent of the Magnar, sharing his bread and wine. Krygorn’s face was hard and cold, not showing any kind of fear even if the battle was closer day by day. Skjorn could admit to himself that he was afraid, he had never loved the prospect of a battle. I’d always rather choose to stay alive than to die.
“Magnar… Have you spoken with Grekorid Delen recently?” Skjorn asked, trying to sound casual. Magnar raise his gaze slowly from the table. The dark bags under his eyes told he hadn’t slept much.
“Well he is in my war council, but no, I haven’t talked privately with him recently. Why?” Magnar’s voice was tired and it had little interest in it. Skjorn took a deep breath and cleared his throat before he spoke.
“I talked with him the other day… He wants a bigger role for his son on this war. I promised to talk about it with you, but honestly I think there is no room for such risks – his son is very unexperienced, as you probably know.” For a moment Krygorn stayed silent, but then he let out a tired little laugh.
“One of my most important lords asks me something that I simply can’t give him.” Magnar had a cynical smile on his face as he spoke.
“Yes, but you can trust that…” Skjorn started, but Krygorn cut him off.
“I don’t know what or who can I trust anymore!” Krygorn shouted and then closed his eyes for a moment to calm down. “Sorry, there is no reason for me to yell at you.” Magnar sighed and shook his head. “Well, I suppose we have to find some kind of solution with Denyal Delen. I’ve planned to split the forces in three when we get close to Redbeard. I will lead the main force of about three thousand men.”
“And the rest?” Skjorn asked quietly.
“The rest will be split in two groups of five hundred men. Both groups move to attack the enemy from the side. One of these groups will be led by Alex Deepstone. You will lead the other group, Denyal Delen and the Hornfoots you brought will be with you.” Magnar Krygorn looked at Skjorn with eyes that hardly left room for questions. “And before you ask, yes I am sure. You might not be the most experienced one on commanding, but I trust you. And you know much about warfare – and not only from your books, but from actual battlefields as well.”
“I… If you are sure about it, then I will do it.” Skjorn spoke with a baffled expression on his face. “And what about Alex Deepstone? Are you sure he is the right choice?”
“Alex has commanded before, in smaller battles. Besides, he comes from south of the Wall and has learned combat and commanding in castle of a lord. I trust he will make a great commander in this battle.” For a moment Krygorn turned his look up and closed his eyes, it was as he was asking the gods to guide him. Finally he opened his eyes again and looked at Skjorn. “I feel less sure now than in years. You are the one person I can tell that, Skjorn. The battle we march to decides many fates. This war might be the end for my family, and it will certainly mean death for thousands of my people, but I still have no option. I will not let this cursed king lead my people to a bitter end somewhere far away from home. I have a duty to guard my people from Raymun Redbeard and his poisonous dreams. And that is what I shall do.”
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It was a new morning and the army was marching again with great speed. Sky was filled with dark clouds. Even the gods know what’s to come. Skjorn marched beside Dogga and his Hornfoots. Couple days ago few of them had ran away, apparently they had decided that they can’t fight against an army that is half made of Hornfoots. Dogga however seemed to have no problem with this, ‘Hornfoots who follow Redbeard are nothing but traitors’ he kept saying – mostly to convince himself obviously. Skjorn had told Dogga that they would be on the same forces at the battle – and that he would lead those forces. Dogga seemed to be even with that, which was a relief for Skjorn. As this dark haired young Hornfoot was once again describing what he would do to Raymun Redbeard, Skjorn saw a young man approaching him. The happy blue eyes and the wide grin on the man’s face really seemed out of place on the army that was marching to a battle that was expected to be extremely bloody.
“Hi, my name is Denyal.” The young man said, grabbing Skjorn’s hand. “Denyal Delen.” He added as he shook Skjorn’s hand with his tight grip.
“Oh, hi. I am…”
“Skjorn the Scholar, I know.” Denyal interrupted, still having the wide smile on his face. “I know you are one of Magnar Krygorn's closest advisors. My father told me that you are to thank about the forces I get to command at the battle. I know the meeting is at the evening but I already wanted to thank you.” Dogga let out a mocking laugh, shook his head, and walked away. Denyal looked after the Hornfoot with a puzzled look. “Bloody Hornfoots.” The young man said with contemptuous voice.
“Ah… Well Denyal…” Skjorn started awkwardly. “Actually Magnar will not give you any forces to lead. However he gave me five hundred and you’ll get to march beside me... And learn from what you see.” Denyal’s expression was just as shocked as Skjorn had expected.
“But… How?” Denyal’s words were desperate. “My father said that Magnar would listen to you, that you could make him understand. You did recommend me to him, right?” As the young man looked at him, all the happiness gone from his eyes, Skjorn had to take a deep breath before answering anything.
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him][Lie to him that you did recommend him]
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him] I must say, I'm loving the story so far, cant wait for my character to show up! Also, Dont worry about the wait times, the longer you take the better you can make the story.
Here comes the next part, sorry it took a little longer than usual. That is mostly because my friend was on a small leave from the army yest… moreerday and I spent most my day with him. Also I had some lack of inspiration while writing this one, it's certainly not my favorite part (and it's pretty short), but it was needed anyway. Well, enjoy (if you can)!
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Skjorn
Another day of marching was behind the army of the Thenns and they were now deep in the Haunted Forest. Skjorn was once again sitting in the tent of the Magnar, sharing his bread and wine. Krygorn’s face was hard and cold, not showing any kind of fear even if the battle was closer day by day. Skjorn could admit to himself that he was afraid, he had never loved the prospect of a battle. I’d always rather choose to stay alive than to die.
“Magnar… Have you spoken with Grekorid Delen recently?” Skjorn asked, trying to sound casual. Magnar raise his gaze slowly from the table. T… [view original content]
Here comes the next part, sorry it took a little longer than usual. That is mostly because my friend was on a small leave from the army yest… moreerday and I spent most my day with him. Also I had some lack of inspiration while writing this one, it's certainly not my favorite part (and it's pretty short), but it was needed anyway. Well, enjoy (if you can)!
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Skjorn
Another day of marching was behind the army of the Thenns and they were now deep in the Haunted Forest. Skjorn was once again sitting in the tent of the Magnar, sharing his bread and wine. Krygorn’s face was hard and cold, not showing any kind of fear even if the battle was closer day by day. Skjorn could admit to himself that he was afraid, he had never loved the prospect of a battle. I’d always rather choose to stay alive than to die.
“Magnar… Have you spoken with Grekorid Delen recently?” Skjorn asked, trying to sound casual. Magnar raise his gaze slowly from the table. T… [view original content]
As much as I think that this could put Skjorn at odds with Denyal, it would be even worse if the truth gets uncovered later. Now, I guess Denyal will be only hurt and very upset, but if Skjorn lies to him, he will probably gain an enemy in the long run.
Here comes the next part, sorry it took a little longer than usual. That is mostly because my friend was on a small leave from the army yest… moreerday and I spent most my day with him. Also I had some lack of inspiration while writing this one, it's certainly not my favorite part (and it's pretty short), but it was needed anyway. Well, enjoy (if you can)!
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Skjorn
Another day of marching was behind the army of the Thenns and they were now deep in the Haunted Forest. Skjorn was once again sitting in the tent of the Magnar, sharing his bread and wine. Krygorn’s face was hard and cold, not showing any kind of fear even if the battle was closer day by day. Skjorn could admit to himself that he was afraid, he had never loved the prospect of a battle. I’d always rather choose to stay alive than to die.
“Magnar… Have you spoken with Grekorid Delen recently?” Skjorn asked, trying to sound casual. Magnar raise his gaze slowly from the table. T… [view original content]
Skjorn decides to be truthful and tell Denyal that he didn't recommend him.
I'm writing a new part to my other story atm, but I have also started the next part of this story - it's another Robett PoV. I'd say it's probably ready tomorrow.
The first thing Robett noticed as he stepped outside was that he had clearly slept longer than usually. The sky was cloudy, but the yard was already full of people. Robett saw Small Marsh carrying a barrel - probably food from the vaults - and hoped that he wouldn’t notice him. As Robett walked down the stairs he saw Ramsay Derran sparring with Gareth Oaketh and Kip – another young ranger. I wonder what they would do if Devyn and his friends tried something? Ramsay was still limping his left leg, which notably slowed him down. Robett could hear Ramsay swearing with his raspy voice as he failed to dodge one of Kip’s swings.
As Robett had quietly walked through the yard and was about to enter the common hall he felt someone grabbing him from the shoulder and quickly turned around, feeling his heart starting to beat faster. As he had turned around he saw Dickon standing in front of him. Dickon was one of the newest men on Castle Black, a steward, he was a man on his late twenties, a peasant born and raised somewhere in the Reach. He looked at Robett with his green eyes, and for Robett’s surprise his stare wasn’t an intimidating one.
“Hey, Robert… No, wait… Robett, right?” Dickon asked and Robett nodded. “I saw that Devyn came to talk to you the other day at the common hall.” Dickon seemed a little unsure with his words. “He is an arse, everyone knows that. So, whatever he said to you… You don’t have to care about it. Just don’t make any mess out of this. Devyn thinks he is a tough man so we let him think so. Anyway, when… I mean if something happens here we’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you, just don’t blab to anyone about what he said. Do you understand?” It took a couple seconds for Robett to process all that he had just heard before he realized he should answer.
“Oh, okay… I mean, yes, I understand.” Robett had to gulp after he had answered, which made Dickon gave him a puzzled look. After a moment that felt terribly long Dickon nodded subtly to Robett and tapped him on the back before leaving. For a while Robett just stood there, calming himself down, taking a couple of deep breaths. When he finally decided to turn to the door of the common hall again, he bumped right into a huge man. Griff.
Griff was the blacksmith of Castle Black, an irritable man on his early fifties. The lips behind his bushy beard never formed a smile, his eyes were dark as night and the old scars on his bald head made him look even more intimidating. This man had a terrible reputation, a reputation that included rumors of him raping younger men of the Night’s Watch. And there he stood, glaring at Robett, silent as a grave. Of course he is silent, his tongue has been ripped off years ago. Just as Robett was about to say something Griff just grunted and pushed him out of the way to get back to his work. Again Robett had to calm himself down before continuing. Today sucks.
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Robett found his way to the quietest table of the common hall. Only one sitting at it was Peter Moore, the youngest member of the Night’s Watch. Peter was a quiet and bald young boy, eleven years old, who dreamed of one day becoming a ranger. Robett had talked with Peter few times, but didn’t know much about him. Robett did know however that the reason for Peter being at Castle Black was the Skagosi rebellion that had left him orphan seven years ago.
“Hi, Peter.” Robett said as he sat down. “How are you?”
“I have a feeling - a feeling that blood will be spilled soon on this castle.” Peter spoke with quiet and moody tone. Robett wasn’t exactly surprised about Peter speaking about things like this – he always was, but this time Robett had to agree with him.
“I know what you mean.” Robett answered with a sigh. As Robett turned his head he noticed Cruz looking for a place to sit, but he completely ignored Robett and quickly walked to some other table. What’s wrong with him now?
“Many birds fly to war with fire in their hearts, only few ever return.” Peter mumbled. Robett raised his eyebrows as he heard this. “Masters butcher their slaves, kings slay their subjects, and brothers murder their brothers. Dark times are ahead.”
“Um, what are you talking about, Peter?” Robett asked trying to look the young boy to the eyes, but Peter just sighed and turned his gaze to the table.
“Death, Robett. I am talking about death.”
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After his awkward breakfast with Peter Moore, Robett walked out of the common hall. As he stepped out he noticed that it had started to rain. The yard was almost empty, only Gareth and Kip were still sparring. Just as Robett was starting to feel himself relaxed he felt something on his back. A sword or a dagger.
“It’s me, boy.” Robett heard the menacing voice of Eren Meratus. “Now, boy, I have my Valyrian steel dagger pressed against your back, so I recommend you to keep your mouth shut and walk with me to the King’s Tower.” Robett gulped, he had no option - he had to obey. Quietly they walked through the rain, Robett’s heart beating wildly. He started to imagine what would happen to him now. Maybe the Volantene will torture me. Robett had to shake these kind of thoughts out of his mind and try to stay as calm as he could.
Not many paid attention to them as they walked to the tower, and when they were there Eren opened the doors and pushed Robett inside.
“How was your breakfast boy? Did you talk with someone?” Eren’s voice was cold as ice and Robett started to feel like he was trapped – his life was on the hands of this merchant from somewhere far away. I don’t want to die, not yet, not like this.
“I didn’t tell about what I heard, I can promise that, in the name of everything that is holy.” Robett could even hear himself the panic in his words.
“We have a different take on what is holy, boy.” Eren said and opened a door to one of the rooms. And then Robett saw it – the guard that had watched over him was tied into a chair and clearly taken quite a beating from Eren. This is my fault. The nameless slave’s mouth was gagged so only unintelligible mumbling could be heard as the man clearly tried to beg for mercy. The other guard stood behind the tied one – keeping a calm face and looking away.
“Let this be a lesson to us all.” Eren said, faking a smile. “First of all to myself. If I want to keep an eye on you I clearly have to do it myself.” Robett gulped as he saw Eren twiddling his dagger. “Secondly this can be a lesson for you, boy. When Eren Meratus tells you to do something, you do it.” Eren’s intimidating gaze now fell to Robett who saw that the Volantene had tightened his grip on the dagger. “And lastly, a lesson to my guards… To not sleep on duty.” Eren spoke these last words more calmly than Robett had expected. The Volantene walked to the tied guard and tapped him on the shoulder. Robett let out a sigh of relief which made Eren chuckle. He gave a small smile to Robett, but there was something dark in his eyes. Then he turned back to his slave.
“Valar Morghulis.” Eren Meratus whispered and stabbed the guard straight into neck. The slave tried to scream as the blood drained out of him and Robett looked at this all in utter shock. “As I said, a lesson to us all.” What have I done.
The last thing Robett saw was Eren’s fist closing in and then everything went dark.
Have you noticed I sent you a pm about a character you submitted? I would like to introduce this character in the story at some point, but I must suggest some changes to his backstory/name
Just saw it and gave my recommendation, I am currently working on a similar backstory and family plot for my highest preference to which I can send to you tomorrow or the day after, depending on when I finish it.
Have you noticed I sent you a pm about a character you submitted? I would like to introduce this character in the story at some point, but I must suggest some changes to his backstory/name
Sorry I haven't been voting in a while, I've been busy with family problems. I should be able to keep up with this story now, and the drawing it's awesome.
Here comes Gorgar the Frozen, trusted friend of Princess Sigira.
If you have any wishes for drawings, I'll take them
And I will close the voting in couple hours so if you still haven't voted now is the last chance.
Sorry I haven't been voting in a while, I've been busy with family problems. I should be able to keep up with this story now, and the drawing it's awesome.
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around to see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlings and was already more one of them than Rambton or even Jay.
Rambton put his cloak on, took his sword and stepped out of the tent, into the rain. He saw that the camp was slowly waking up, getting ready for another day of marching. Many kind of thoughts and ideas had run through Rambton’s mind during the days – running away was one of them. The nights however were worse, thanks to the nightmares that had started to haunt him recently. Maybe the gods try to tell me I’m going to die at this cursed battle.
As Rambton looked around he saw Lynessa talking with Skadol – and they both gave a glare at him. Whatever, why should I care if some savages are angry at me. Just as Rambton was about to go back to tent to wake up Jay and Paxtan he saw someone surprising approaching – Hrenhild.
“Hey… One-eyed crow.” Hrenhild said surprisingly calmly with her raspy voice, avoiding an eye-contact with Rambton.
“If you are here to kill me in my sleep, old woman, you can probably see that you are late for that – Maybe tomorrow?” Rambton’s words were strict and the look he gave to Hrenhild was scornful.
“No, I’m not here to kill you, crow.” Hrenhild answered with a submissive tone. “I’m here to say that I’m sorry. I thought before that you are a weakling, but you proved that you are not… Skadol might see it other way, but for me you’ve proven yourself to be a warrior.” For a while Rambton didn’t know how to react – All this time he had despised this old savage and now she comes to say something like this.
“Well… Thanks, I guess.” Rambton answered awkwardly. Hrenhild just gave him a small nod and then walked away. Rambton saw Skadol shaking his head further away and he had to chuckle to the sight. I probably shouldn’t expect for him to come and apologize. Rambton woke up Jay and Paxtan and so began another long day of marching through the Haunted Forest.
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“And then he said, ‘Do you really think you can stab me, Northerner bastard?’ And guess what? I fucking stabbed him! Three fucking times!” Jay told the story that Rambton actually already knew as he had been there to see it. And Rambton was also pretty sure Paxtan had already heard the story too – judging by his somewhat bored expression. Jay himself laughed however. “That was so fucking hilarious. I nearly got myself killed because of that, but it was totally worth it.”
“Yeah, right. Very interesting.” Paxtan said and yawned. Jay frowned at Paxtan, but didn’t answer.
“Well, Rambton, how is Jolly Fuck - oh, I mean, Jolly Cock - gods damn it! How is Jolly Jack these days?” Jay asked, having a wide grin on his face again.
“Jack is the same man he always has been, those who are best at kissing his ass become his favorite boys.” Rambton answered, making Jay laugh.
“Back when I was at Castle Black, Jack was just one of the rangers.” Paxtan spoke with cold tone. “He seemed like a good pal, if you ask me.”
“I suppose we are not asking you then.” Jay said and chuckled.
“Yeah, fuck you Jay.” Paxtan answered with a tired tone. The two kept bantering with each other for some time whilst Rambton kept himself out of it. These were the most decent people out here, so Rambton wanted to stay in good terms with them.
After some time, well past noon, Rambton noticed a familiar face approaching. Ariyana.
“What do you want?” Rambton growled before Ariyana could say anything. The young woman chuckled at Rambton’s angry words. Annoying bitch.
“Just wanted to say hello, One-eyed crow.” Ariyana had a wicked smile on her face as she spoke.
“Well now you’ve said it.” Rambton answered sternly, keeping his look away from the girl. Ariyana just grinned and shook her head.
“Well, perhaps you are interested to hear that the wargs have seen Harron and the others, we should meet them within an hour or two.” As Ariyana spoke these words Rambton shot a glare at her.
“And was it your shadowcat that found Harron? Perhaps he is now One-eyed Crowsbane.” Rambton’s words were oozing with bitterness.
“No, it wasn’t Thunder who found Harron.” Ariyana answered shortly – not grinning anymore.
“Oh, the beast even has a name. Well fuck ‘Thunder’, and fuck you!” Rambton clenched his fists, trying to suppress his rage as much as he could.
“I am sorry about your eye, Rambton, but when I am inside the head of Thunder, I am Thunder. I am a beast, a beast who feels no pity for its enemies. And back then you were an enemy, holding a young girl of the Free Folk as your prisoner.” Ariyana’s voice was calm but still powerful. “Your head is a mess, crow. You feel so much hate, because you lack self-confidence, perhaps you even hate yourself. Try to find peace, One-eyed crow.” With these words Ariyana left Rambton, who looked after her with a hateful glare.
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The army of the Nightrunners, led by Harron Crowsbane, marched to them well before sundown. Rambton, Jay and Paxtan looked at the frontline how Raymun Redbeard walked to greet Harron. For a couple of minutes Redbeard and Crowsbane kept talking, until finally Harron left King Raymun alone to the middle – army of Hornfoots was on the west side of the king and Nightrunners on the east. And so the king started a speech. Rambton couldn’t hear everything, but Raymun talked about how Hornfoots and Nightrunners must unite so they can be strong. The wildling king screamed about the power of the Free Folk, and by the end of his speech he was cursing the Magnar of Thenn who had poisoned the minds of the Thenns.
“Together, to battle!” Raymun ended his speech and both Nightrunners and Hornfoots started screaming and chanting.
Rambton saw Ariyana, Hrenhild, Lynessa and Skadol walking to the army of the Nightrunners, which made Rambton think where he should go now.
[Stay with Jay and Paxtan] [Follow Ariyana and the others]
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PS. If you are wondering what is this choice about, it's basically who does Rambton want around him in the battle to come.
Rambton
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around t… moreo see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlin… [view original content]
Rambton
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around t… moreo see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlin… [view original content]
Rambton
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around t… moreo see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlin… [view original content]
Rambton
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around t… moreo see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlin… [view original content]
Argus Keding and Alistair saw the Winter Town ahead of them, and the great castle of Winterfell behind it. Argus had been here once before, on his way to the Wall, but now his feelings were different. The last time he had come here it had been his last stop before Castle Black and life as a ranger – it had been a feeling of stepping into something that would last the rest of his life. Now it was different – sure there was a certain feeling of freedom as he entered this quiet town with Alistair, but more than that Argus felt the uncertainty of what his future would be.
The idea of taking the vows of the Night’s Watch had weakened after each day Argus had spent at Castle Black, and Jack Musgood not taking him on the mission of finding Keran had just been the last thing to make Argus certain of his decision. What had surprised him however was that Alistair decided to leave with him – for this young peasant of the North the reason for leaving had simply been that he wasn’t chosen to be a ranger but just a steward. That was something Argus had known to happen from the first day training with him, but he didn’t mind his company – even if he slowed him down since he didn’t have a horse.
The streets of Winter Town were muddy, but the small wooden houses seemed nice and clean. Argus and Alistair quickly arrived to the market square, which seemed oddly empty. There were only few stalls were food and other goods were sold.
“Alistair.” Argus said to his travelling companion, who then looked at him with questioning eyes. “Why is this town so… silent? I already wondered this on my way to the Wall, it seems like this is too big town considering the amount of people I see here.” Alistair let out a small laugh and tapped Argus on the shoulder.
“Oh Argus, there is a reason why it’s called Winter Town.” Alistair said with a smile on his face.
“Care to explain?” Argus asked impatiently, which made the Northern boy grin without having any haste to answer.
“Well, my southern friend, it’s quite simple. During summer people are scattered around these lands, farming, hunting, and so on. Only one of five stays in this town in summer, what you see now is actually surprisingly crowded Winter Town, considering that it’s summer. However, when winter comes the people return to their warm houses of the Winter Town.” Alistair spoke like he was teaching history to a small child.
“And to the protection of the Starks.” Argus added, glancing at Winterfell. The mighty wardens of the North.
“Well, I guess so.” Alistair answered. “There are stories that a dragon lives under Winterfell, warming the castle and the town with its fires.”
“A silly story.” Argus answered with a bored tone. “The dragons are gone from the world.” As he said this Alistair looked at him like he was the dullest person in the world.
“Maybe you will get a little more interesting after a few ales, what do you say?” Alistair asked and gave his shoulder a nudge. Argus sighed.
“Perhaps you’re right. It’s getting late, we can’t meet Lord Stark today, so we should obviously sleep in the inn.” Argus said, trying to remember where the inn was where he had slept the last time he was here.
“I wasn’t talking about sleeping!” Alistair yelled with a cheerful tone. “But you are right, let’s get to the Smoking Log. Their ale is pretty good… And it’s the only proper inn here anyway. Come on, follow me.” And without any delays they made their way to the Smoking Log.
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The inn had a smoky air and it was almost empty. Argus and Alistair were sitting at the corner table with couple mugs of ale and bowls of hot soup in front of them. Argus could see a dark-haired woman who looked like a foreigner sitting alone at one of the tables, and she seemed to be armed. On another table there was couple of old men who were probably locals. And then there was one table that had just one young boy sitting at it - clearly under twenty years old. The boy was unnaturally skinny and his face had angular features, his hair was curly and red, and he was wearing grubby brown robes. Argus noticed him looking at them, which of course made the boy look away. As Argus turned his look back to their own table he noticed that Alistair had already emptied his first mug.
“You do understand that even if I come from a noble house my purse isn’t bottomless, right?” Argus asked from Alistair, who was already swilling down his second mug.
“Well we are about to make some more money, right? By fighting for the Starks.” Alistair answered, mouth full of soup and ale. Argus took a sip from his ale, thinking about what to say.
“I think the best advice for you would be to lower your expectations. Lord Stark isn’t going to make you rich just because you march into war for him as a common soldier… If you wouldn’t be in my company he wouldn’t pay you at all since he is your liege lord.” Argus said with a serious tone, but Alistair just let out a laugh as he had just emptied his second mug.
“I might have been a poor farmer on his lands before, but now I am a free sellsword!” Alistair bragged. “And a sellsword has no liege lords!”
“Liege lord or not, you better behave, watch your tongue and leave the talking to me when we meet Lord Stark.” Argus spoke with a concerned tone, but Alistair just had his confident grin on. He is hopeless case.
“Let’s forget that for now, and drink! For our bright future!” Alistair raised his mug and Argus had to do it as well, just to be polite. Not so sure about how bright it is. And so they kept drinking, especially Alistair, and finally Argus started to feel a little dizzy. Alistair was already so drunk that he didn’t manage to tell his jokes to the end before starting to laugh at them. And then the skinny boy approached them.
“Excuse me.” The boy said with a small smile on his face.
“Come on! Come one! Join us, stranger!” Alistair yelled and started to laugh again. The boy sat next to him with a mug of ale on his hand.
“And who are you?” Argus asked, perhaps with a little more strict tone that was necessary.
“I’m Emilio Rivers” The boy answered calmly, and Alistair tapped him on the back.
“Rivers, eh? You are from the Riverlands then!” Alistair yelled cheerfully. “Hey! Do you know how many Riverlanders does it take to fuck a fish?”
“Shut up Alistair.” Argus said, making Alistair frown at him. “Why is it that you came to our table, Emilio?”
“You suck Argus!” Alistair yelled, but neither Argus nor Emilio payed attention to him. Emilio let out a small laugh before answering.
“I heard what you talked about earlier. That sigil on your surcoat, it’s of some noble house, right?” The boy asked, looking at the sigil of golden phoenix rising from the flames on Argus’ red surcoat. “You are a knight of that noble house, am I right?”
“It’s the sigil of House Keding of Phoenixfall. I am not a knight, but I’m son of Lord Gregor Keding. My name is Argus Keding.” Argus’ words were still strict, but he was also interested in what this boy had in his mind.
“So you are a highborn. As I said, I heard what you were talking earlier, that you are planning to meet Lord Stark.” Emilio now looked Argus straight into the eyes, and even Alistair was interested enough to stay quiet.
“Yes, we are planning on stepping into his service in this war against the Greyjoys. I have understood that he is collecting swords on his side.” Argus said and took another sip from his mug. Emilio nodded at him.
“You have understood correctly. However, only highborn lads like you can enter the castle and see the man himself.” The skinny boy pressed his fingers together as he spoke.
“I suppose so. What about it?” Argus asked with confused tone, looking at this smiling boy.
“How would you like another sword at your service, Lord Keding?” Emilio Rivers asked with a wide grin on his face.
[Take Emilio with you][Don't take Emilio with you]
Argus
Argus Keding and Alistair saw the Winter Town ahead of them, and the great castle of Winterfell behind it. Argus had been here once… more before, on his way to the Wall, but now his feelings were different. The last time he had come here it had been his last stop before Castle Black and life as a ranger – it had been a feeling of stepping into something that would last the rest of his life. Now it was different – sure there was a certain feeling of freedom as he entered this quiet town with Alistair, but more than that Argus felt the uncertainty of what his future would be.
The idea of taking the vows of the Night’s Watch had weakened after each day Argus had spent at Castle Black, and Jack Musgood not taking him on the mission of finding Keran had just been the last thing to make Argus certain of his decision. What had surprised him however was that Alistair decided to leave with him – for this young peasant of the North the reason for… [view original content]
Argus
Argus Keding and Alistair saw the Winter Town ahead of them, and the great castle of Winterfell behind it. Argus had been here once… more before, on his way to the Wall, but now his feelings were different. The last time he had come here it had been his last stop before Castle Black and life as a ranger – it had been a feeling of stepping into something that would last the rest of his life. Now it was different – sure there was a certain feeling of freedom as he entered this quiet town with Alistair, but more than that Argus felt the uncertainty of what his future would be.
The idea of taking the vows of the Night’s Watch had weakened after each day Argus had spent at Castle Black, and Jack Musgood not taking him on the mission of finding Keran had just been the last thing to make Argus certain of his decision. What had surprised him however was that Alistair decided to leave with him – for this young peasant of the North the reason for… [view original content]
Argus
Argus Keding and Alistair saw the Winter Town ahead of them, and the great castle of Winterfell behind it. Argus had been here once… more before, on his way to the Wall, but now his feelings were different. The last time he had come here it had been his last stop before Castle Black and life as a ranger – it had been a feeling of stepping into something that would last the rest of his life. Now it was different – sure there was a certain feeling of freedom as he entered this quiet town with Alistair, but more than that Argus felt the uncertainty of what his future would be.
The idea of taking the vows of the Night’s Watch had weakened after each day Argus had spent at Castle Black, and Jack Musgood not taking him on the mission of finding Keran had just been the last thing to make Argus certain of his decision. What had surprised him however was that Alistair decided to leave with him – for this young peasant of the North the reason for… [view original content]
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Here comes the next part, sorry it took a little longer than usual. That is mostly because my friend was on a small leave from the army yesterday and I spent most my day with him. Also I had some lack of inspiration while writing this one, it's certainly not my favorite part (and it's pretty short), but it was needed anyway. Well, enjoy (if you can)!
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Skjorn
Another day of marching was behind the army of the Thenns and they were now deep in the Haunted Forest. Skjorn was once again sitting in the tent of the Magnar, sharing his bread and wine. Krygorn’s face was hard and cold, not showing any kind of fear even if the battle was closer day by day. Skjorn could admit to himself that he was afraid, he had never loved the prospect of a battle. I’d always rather choose to stay alive than to die.
“Magnar… Have you spoken with Grekorid Delen recently?” Skjorn asked, trying to sound casual. Magnar raise his gaze slowly from the table. The dark bags under his eyes told he hadn’t slept much.
“Well he is in my war council, but no, I haven’t talked privately with him recently. Why?” Magnar’s voice was tired and it had little interest in it. Skjorn took a deep breath and cleared his throat before he spoke.
“I talked with him the other day… He wants a bigger role for his son on this war. I promised to talk about it with you, but honestly I think there is no room for such risks – his son is very unexperienced, as you probably know.” For a moment Krygorn stayed silent, but then he let out a tired little laugh.
“One of my most important lords asks me something that I simply can’t give him.” Magnar had a cynical smile on his face as he spoke.
“Yes, but you can trust that…” Skjorn started, but Krygorn cut him off.
“I don’t know what or who can I trust anymore!” Krygorn shouted and then closed his eyes for a moment to calm down. “Sorry, there is no reason for me to yell at you.” Magnar sighed and shook his head. “Well, I suppose we have to find some kind of solution with Denyal Delen. I’ve planned to split the forces in three when we get close to Redbeard. I will lead the main force of about three thousand men.”
“And the rest?” Skjorn asked quietly.
“The rest will be split in two groups of five hundred men. Both groups move to attack the enemy from the side. One of these groups will be led by Alex Deepstone. You will lead the other group, Denyal Delen and the Hornfoots you brought will be with you.” Magnar Krygorn looked at Skjorn with eyes that hardly left room for questions. “And before you ask, yes I am sure. You might not be the most experienced one on commanding, but I trust you. And you know much about warfare – and not only from your books, but from actual battlefields as well.”
“I… If you are sure about it, then I will do it.” Skjorn spoke with a baffled expression on his face. “And what about Alex Deepstone? Are you sure he is the right choice?”
“Alex has commanded before, in smaller battles. Besides, he comes from south of the Wall and has learned combat and commanding in castle of a lord. I trust he will make a great commander in this battle.” For a moment Krygorn turned his look up and closed his eyes, it was as he was asking the gods to guide him. Finally he opened his eyes again and looked at Skjorn. “I feel less sure now than in years. You are the one person I can tell that, Skjorn. The battle we march to decides many fates. This war might be the end for my family, and it will certainly mean death for thousands of my people, but I still have no option. I will not let this cursed king lead my people to a bitter end somewhere far away from home. I have a duty to guard my people from Raymun Redbeard and his poisonous dreams. And that is what I shall do.”
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It was a new morning and the army was marching again with great speed. Sky was filled with dark clouds. Even the gods know what’s to come. Skjorn marched beside Dogga and his Hornfoots. Couple days ago few of them had ran away, apparently they had decided that they can’t fight against an army that is half made of Hornfoots. Dogga however seemed to have no problem with this, ‘Hornfoots who follow Redbeard are nothing but traitors’ he kept saying – mostly to convince himself obviously. Skjorn had told Dogga that they would be on the same forces at the battle – and that he would lead those forces. Dogga seemed to be even with that, which was a relief for Skjorn. As this dark haired young Hornfoot was once again describing what he would do to Raymun Redbeard, Skjorn saw a young man approaching him. The happy blue eyes and the wide grin on the man’s face really seemed out of place on the army that was marching to a battle that was expected to be extremely bloody.
“Hi, my name is Denyal.” The young man said, grabbing Skjorn’s hand. “Denyal Delen.” He added as he shook Skjorn’s hand with his tight grip.
“Oh, hi. I am…”
“Skjorn the Scholar, I know.” Denyal interrupted, still having the wide smile on his face. “I know you are one of Magnar Krygorn's closest advisors. My father told me that you are to thank about the forces I get to command at the battle. I know the meeting is at the evening but I already wanted to thank you.” Dogga let out a mocking laugh, shook his head, and walked away. Denyal looked after the Hornfoot with a puzzled look. “Bloody Hornfoots.” The young man said with contemptuous voice.
“Ah… Well Denyal…” Skjorn started awkwardly. “Actually Magnar will not give you any forces to lead. However he gave me five hundred and you’ll get to march beside me... And learn from what you see.” Denyal’s expression was just as shocked as Skjorn had expected.
“But… How?” Denyal’s words were desperate. “My father said that Magnar would listen to you, that you could make him understand. You did recommend me to him, right?” As the young man looked at him, all the happiness gone from his eyes, Skjorn had to take a deep breath before answering anything.
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him] [Lie to him that you did recommend him]
[Lie to him that you did recommend him]
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him] after all Skjorn is known for is honesty
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him] I must say, I'm loving the story so far, cant wait for my character to show up! Also, Dont worry about the wait times, the longer you take the better you can make the story.
[Lie to him that you did recommend him]
[Lie to him that you did recommend him]
Here comes Gorgar the Frozen, trusted friend of Princess Sigira.
If you have any wishes for drawings, I'll take them
And I will close the voting in couple hours so if you still haven't voted now is the last chance.
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him]
[Tell him that you didn't recommend him]
As much as I think that this could put Skjorn at odds with Denyal, it would be even worse if the truth gets uncovered later. Now, I guess Denyal will be only hurt and very upset, but if Skjorn lies to him, he will probably gain an enemy in the long run.
Oookay, vote closed!
Skjorn decides to be truthful and tell Denyal that he didn't recommend him.
I'm writing a new part to my other story atm, but I have also started the next part of this story - it's another Robett PoV. I'd say it's probably ready tomorrow.
Robett
The first thing Robett noticed as he stepped outside was that he had clearly slept longer than usually. The sky was cloudy, but the yard was already full of people. Robett saw Small Marsh carrying a barrel - probably food from the vaults - and hoped that he wouldn’t notice him. As Robett walked down the stairs he saw Ramsay Derran sparring with Gareth Oaketh and Kip – another young ranger. I wonder what they would do if Devyn and his friends tried something? Ramsay was still limping his left leg, which notably slowed him down. Robett could hear Ramsay swearing with his raspy voice as he failed to dodge one of Kip’s swings.
As Robett had quietly walked through the yard and was about to enter the common hall he felt someone grabbing him from the shoulder and quickly turned around, feeling his heart starting to beat faster. As he had turned around he saw Dickon standing in front of him. Dickon was one of the newest men on Castle Black, a steward, he was a man on his late twenties, a peasant born and raised somewhere in the Reach. He looked at Robett with his green eyes, and for Robett’s surprise his stare wasn’t an intimidating one.
“Hey, Robert… No, wait… Robett, right?” Dickon asked and Robett nodded. “I saw that Devyn came to talk to you the other day at the common hall.” Dickon seemed a little unsure with his words. “He is an arse, everyone knows that. So, whatever he said to you… You don’t have to care about it. Just don’t make any mess out of this. Devyn thinks he is a tough man so we let him think so. Anyway, when… I mean if something happens here we’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you, just don’t blab to anyone about what he said. Do you understand?” It took a couple seconds for Robett to process all that he had just heard before he realized he should answer.
“Oh, okay… I mean, yes, I understand.” Robett had to gulp after he had answered, which made Dickon gave him a puzzled look. After a moment that felt terribly long Dickon nodded subtly to Robett and tapped him on the back before leaving. For a while Robett just stood there, calming himself down, taking a couple of deep breaths. When he finally decided to turn to the door of the common hall again, he bumped right into a huge man. Griff.
Griff was the blacksmith of Castle Black, an irritable man on his early fifties. The lips behind his bushy beard never formed a smile, his eyes were dark as night and the old scars on his bald head made him look even more intimidating. This man had a terrible reputation, a reputation that included rumors of him raping younger men of the Night’s Watch. And there he stood, glaring at Robett, silent as a grave. Of course he is silent, his tongue has been ripped off years ago. Just as Robett was about to say something Griff just grunted and pushed him out of the way to get back to his work. Again Robett had to calm himself down before continuing. Today sucks.
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Robett found his way to the quietest table of the common hall. Only one sitting at it was Peter Moore, the youngest member of the Night’s Watch. Peter was a quiet and bald young boy, eleven years old, who dreamed of one day becoming a ranger. Robett had talked with Peter few times, but didn’t know much about him. Robett did know however that the reason for Peter being at Castle Black was the Skagosi rebellion that had left him orphan seven years ago.
“Hi, Peter.” Robett said as he sat down. “How are you?”
“I have a feeling - a feeling that blood will be spilled soon on this castle.” Peter spoke with quiet and moody tone. Robett wasn’t exactly surprised about Peter speaking about things like this – he always was, but this time Robett had to agree with him.
“I know what you mean.” Robett answered with a sigh. As Robett turned his head he noticed Cruz looking for a place to sit, but he completely ignored Robett and quickly walked to some other table. What’s wrong with him now?
“Many birds fly to war with fire in their hearts, only few ever return.” Peter mumbled. Robett raised his eyebrows as he heard this. “Masters butcher their slaves, kings slay their subjects, and brothers murder their brothers. Dark times are ahead.”
“Um, what are you talking about, Peter?” Robett asked trying to look the young boy to the eyes, but Peter just sighed and turned his gaze to the table.
“Death, Robett. I am talking about death.”
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After his awkward breakfast with Peter Moore, Robett walked out of the common hall. As he stepped out he noticed that it had started to rain. The yard was almost empty, only Gareth and Kip were still sparring. Just as Robett was starting to feel himself relaxed he felt something on his back. A sword or a dagger.
“It’s me, boy.” Robett heard the menacing voice of Eren Meratus. “Now, boy, I have my Valyrian steel dagger pressed against your back, so I recommend you to keep your mouth shut and walk with me to the King’s Tower.” Robett gulped, he had no option - he had to obey. Quietly they walked through the rain, Robett’s heart beating wildly. He started to imagine what would happen to him now. Maybe the Volantene will torture me. Robett had to shake these kind of thoughts out of his mind and try to stay as calm as he could.
Not many paid attention to them as they walked to the tower, and when they were there Eren opened the doors and pushed Robett inside.
“How was your breakfast boy? Did you talk with someone?” Eren’s voice was cold as ice and Robett started to feel like he was trapped – his life was on the hands of this merchant from somewhere far away. I don’t want to die, not yet, not like this.
“I didn’t tell about what I heard, I can promise that, in the name of everything that is holy.” Robett could even hear himself the panic in his words.
“We have a different take on what is holy, boy.” Eren said and opened a door to one of the rooms. And then Robett saw it – the guard that had watched over him was tied into a chair and clearly taken quite a beating from Eren. This is my fault. The nameless slave’s mouth was gagged so only unintelligible mumbling could be heard as the man clearly tried to beg for mercy. The other guard stood behind the tied one – keeping a calm face and looking away.
“Let this be a lesson to us all.” Eren said, faking a smile. “First of all to myself. If I want to keep an eye on you I clearly have to do it myself.” Robett gulped as he saw Eren twiddling his dagger. “Secondly this can be a lesson for you, boy. When Eren Meratus tells you to do something, you do it.” Eren’s intimidating gaze now fell to Robett who saw that the Volantene had tightened his grip on the dagger. “And lastly, a lesson to my guards… To not sleep on duty.” Eren spoke these last words more calmly than Robett had expected. The Volantene walked to the tied guard and tapped him on the shoulder. Robett let out a sigh of relief which made Eren chuckle. He gave a small smile to Robett, but there was something dark in his eyes. Then he turned back to his slave.
“Valar Morghulis.” Eren Meratus whispered and stabbed the guard straight into neck. The slave tried to scream as the blood drained out of him and Robett looked at this all in utter shock. “As I said, a lesson to us all.” What have I done.
The last thing Robett saw was Eren’s fist closing in and then everything went dark.
No decision this time
Wow, really loved this part. Great job with Griff by the way, exactly what I thought him as :P
Thanks!
Here is illustration of Griff, the blacksmith of Castle Black.
Well, that escalated quickly! Not sure what Meratus is up to yet, but its got me on the edge of my seat to find out! Fantastic part!
This looks really good! I imagined him with a longer beard but he still looks big and terrorizing, well done!
Have you noticed I sent you a pm about a character you submitted? I would like to introduce this character in the story at some point, but I must suggest some changes to his backstory/name
Just saw it and gave my recommendation, I am currently working on a similar backstory and family plot for my highest preference to which I can send to you tomorrow or the day after, depending on when I finish it.
Sorry I haven't been voting in a while, I've been busy with family problems. I should be able to keep up with this story now, and the drawing it's awesome.
Great story , finally made my character, hope you'll like it friend
Haha, thanks!
And no problem, catch up when you have time
Rambton
He ran, and ran, and ran, but the beast followed him wherever he went. He couldn’t escape, so he had to fight. He turned around to see the eyes of the beast – Those eyes were full of rage and hunger. He tried to take out his swords, but it wasn’t there.
“You are nothing but a craven and a traitor.” The beast growled. “And I am the king of this forest!” As the beast rushed towards him he closed his eye…
… And opened it. He saw the ceiling made of wolf skins above him and remembered where he was. Rambton sat up and saw that Jay Snow and Paxtan Codd were still sleeping. These past days he had spent most of his time whit these two men, who just like him had once been brothers of the Night’s Watch. Jay was more or less the same man that he was back at Castle Black: a wild young fellow with dark humor and a touch of madness. Rambton wasn’t so sure about this Paxtan though – obviously he had spent many years already with the wildlings and was already more one of them than Rambton or even Jay.
Rambton put his cloak on, took his sword and stepped out of the tent, into the rain. He saw that the camp was slowly waking up, getting ready for another day of marching. Many kind of thoughts and ideas had run through Rambton’s mind during the days – running away was one of them. The nights however were worse, thanks to the nightmares that had started to haunt him recently. Maybe the gods try to tell me I’m going to die at this cursed battle.
As Rambton looked around he saw Lynessa talking with Skadol – and they both gave a glare at him. Whatever, why should I care if some savages are angry at me. Just as Rambton was about to go back to tent to wake up Jay and Paxtan he saw someone surprising approaching – Hrenhild.
“Hey… One-eyed crow.” Hrenhild said surprisingly calmly with her raspy voice, avoiding an eye-contact with Rambton.
“If you are here to kill me in my sleep, old woman, you can probably see that you are late for that – Maybe tomorrow?” Rambton’s words were strict and the look he gave to Hrenhild was scornful.
“No, I’m not here to kill you, crow.” Hrenhild answered with a submissive tone. “I’m here to say that I’m sorry. I thought before that you are a weakling, but you proved that you are not… Skadol might see it other way, but for me you’ve proven yourself to be a warrior.” For a while Rambton didn’t know how to react – All this time he had despised this old savage and now she comes to say something like this.
“Well… Thanks, I guess.” Rambton answered awkwardly. Hrenhild just gave him a small nod and then walked away. Rambton saw Skadol shaking his head further away and he had to chuckle to the sight. I probably shouldn’t expect for him to come and apologize. Rambton woke up Jay and Paxtan and so began another long day of marching through the Haunted Forest.
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“And then he said, ‘Do you really think you can stab me, Northerner bastard?’ And guess what? I fucking stabbed him! Three fucking times!” Jay told the story that Rambton actually already knew as he had been there to see it. And Rambton was also pretty sure Paxtan had already heard the story too – judging by his somewhat bored expression. Jay himself laughed however. “That was so fucking hilarious. I nearly got myself killed because of that, but it was totally worth it.”
“Yeah, right. Very interesting.” Paxtan said and yawned. Jay frowned at Paxtan, but didn’t answer.
“Well, Rambton, how is Jolly Fuck - oh, I mean, Jolly Cock - gods damn it! How is Jolly Jack these days?” Jay asked, having a wide grin on his face again.
“Jack is the same man he always has been, those who are best at kissing his ass become his favorite boys.” Rambton answered, making Jay laugh.
“Back when I was at Castle Black, Jack was just one of the rangers.” Paxtan spoke with cold tone. “He seemed like a good pal, if you ask me.”
“I suppose we are not asking you then.” Jay said and chuckled.
“Yeah, fuck you Jay.” Paxtan answered with a tired tone. The two kept bantering with each other for some time whilst Rambton kept himself out of it. These were the most decent people out here, so Rambton wanted to stay in good terms with them.
After some time, well past noon, Rambton noticed a familiar face approaching. Ariyana.
“What do you want?” Rambton growled before Ariyana could say anything. The young woman chuckled at Rambton’s angry words. Annoying bitch.
“Just wanted to say hello, One-eyed crow.” Ariyana had a wicked smile on her face as she spoke.
“Well now you’ve said it.” Rambton answered sternly, keeping his look away from the girl. Ariyana just grinned and shook her head.
“Well, perhaps you are interested to hear that the wargs have seen Harron and the others, we should meet them within an hour or two.” As Ariyana spoke these words Rambton shot a glare at her.
“And was it your shadowcat that found Harron? Perhaps he is now One-eyed Crowsbane.” Rambton’s words were oozing with bitterness.
“No, it wasn’t Thunder who found Harron.” Ariyana answered shortly – not grinning anymore.
“Oh, the beast even has a name. Well fuck ‘Thunder’, and fuck you!” Rambton clenched his fists, trying to suppress his rage as much as he could.
“I am sorry about your eye, Rambton, but when I am inside the head of Thunder, I am Thunder. I am a beast, a beast who feels no pity for its enemies. And back then you were an enemy, holding a young girl of the Free Folk as your prisoner.” Ariyana’s voice was calm but still powerful. “Your head is a mess, crow. You feel so much hate, because you lack self-confidence, perhaps you even hate yourself. Try to find peace, One-eyed crow.” With these words Ariyana left Rambton, who looked after her with a hateful glare.
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The army of the Nightrunners, led by Harron Crowsbane, marched to them well before sundown. Rambton, Jay and Paxtan looked at the frontline how Raymun Redbeard walked to greet Harron. For a couple of minutes Redbeard and Crowsbane kept talking, until finally Harron left King Raymun alone to the middle – army of Hornfoots was on the west side of the king and Nightrunners on the east. And so the king started a speech. Rambton couldn’t hear everything, but Raymun talked about how Hornfoots and Nightrunners must unite so they can be strong. The wildling king screamed about the power of the Free Folk, and by the end of his speech he was cursing the Magnar of Thenn who had poisoned the minds of the Thenns.
“Together, to battle!” Raymun ended his speech and both Nightrunners and Hornfoots started screaming and chanting.
Rambton saw Ariyana, Hrenhild, Lynessa and Skadol walking to the army of the Nightrunners, which made Rambton think where he should go now.
[Stay with Jay and Paxtan] [Follow Ariyana and the others]
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PS. If you are wondering what is this choice about, it's basically who does Rambton want around him in the battle to come.
[Follow Ariyana and the others]
Simply because of the shadowcat.
[Follow Ariyana and the others]
Hope she actually helps him if he gets into any trouble during the battle.
[Stay with Jay and Paxtan]
[Stay with Jay and Paxtan]
[Follow Ariyana and the others]
Stay with Jay and Paxton
[Follow Ariyana and the others]
Alrighty, the vote is closed! And Rambton will go with Ariyana and the other Nightrunner pals.
I might get the next part out today, maybe. It will be Argus PoV, kind of a start for a new storyline that gets more emphasis in the third chapter.
Argus
Argus Keding and Alistair saw the Winter Town ahead of them, and the great castle of Winterfell behind it. Argus had been here once before, on his way to the Wall, but now his feelings were different. The last time he had come here it had been his last stop before Castle Black and life as a ranger – it had been a feeling of stepping into something that would last the rest of his life. Now it was different – sure there was a certain feeling of freedom as he entered this quiet town with Alistair, but more than that Argus felt the uncertainty of what his future would be.
The idea of taking the vows of the Night’s Watch had weakened after each day Argus had spent at Castle Black, and Jack Musgood not taking him on the mission of finding Keran had just been the last thing to make Argus certain of his decision. What had surprised him however was that Alistair decided to leave with him – for this young peasant of the North the reason for leaving had simply been that he wasn’t chosen to be a ranger but just a steward. That was something Argus had known to happen from the first day training with him, but he didn’t mind his company – even if he slowed him down since he didn’t have a horse.
The streets of Winter Town were muddy, but the small wooden houses seemed nice and clean. Argus and Alistair quickly arrived to the market square, which seemed oddly empty. There were only few stalls were food and other goods were sold.
“Alistair.” Argus said to his travelling companion, who then looked at him with questioning eyes. “Why is this town so… silent? I already wondered this on my way to the Wall, it seems like this is too big town considering the amount of people I see here.” Alistair let out a small laugh and tapped Argus on the shoulder.
“Oh Argus, there is a reason why it’s called Winter Town.” Alistair said with a smile on his face.
“Care to explain?” Argus asked impatiently, which made the Northern boy grin without having any haste to answer.
“Well, my southern friend, it’s quite simple. During summer people are scattered around these lands, farming, hunting, and so on. Only one of five stays in this town in summer, what you see now is actually surprisingly crowded Winter Town, considering that it’s summer. However, when winter comes the people return to their warm houses of the Winter Town.” Alistair spoke like he was teaching history to a small child.
“And to the protection of the Starks.” Argus added, glancing at Winterfell. The mighty wardens of the North.
“Well, I guess so.” Alistair answered. “There are stories that a dragon lives under Winterfell, warming the castle and the town with its fires.”
“A silly story.” Argus answered with a bored tone. “The dragons are gone from the world.” As he said this Alistair looked at him like he was the dullest person in the world.
“Maybe you will get a little more interesting after a few ales, what do you say?” Alistair asked and gave his shoulder a nudge. Argus sighed.
“Perhaps you’re right. It’s getting late, we can’t meet Lord Stark today, so we should obviously sleep in the inn.” Argus said, trying to remember where the inn was where he had slept the last time he was here.
“I wasn’t talking about sleeping!” Alistair yelled with a cheerful tone. “But you are right, let’s get to the Smoking Log. Their ale is pretty good… And it’s the only proper inn here anyway. Come on, follow me.” And without any delays they made their way to the Smoking Log.
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The inn had a smoky air and it was almost empty. Argus and Alistair were sitting at the corner table with couple mugs of ale and bowls of hot soup in front of them. Argus could see a dark-haired woman who looked like a foreigner sitting alone at one of the tables, and she seemed to be armed. On another table there was couple of old men who were probably locals. And then there was one table that had just one young boy sitting at it - clearly under twenty years old. The boy was unnaturally skinny and his face had angular features, his hair was curly and red, and he was wearing grubby brown robes. Argus noticed him looking at them, which of course made the boy look away. As Argus turned his look back to their own table he noticed that Alistair had already emptied his first mug.
“You do understand that even if I come from a noble house my purse isn’t bottomless, right?” Argus asked from Alistair, who was already swilling down his second mug.
“Well we are about to make some more money, right? By fighting for the Starks.” Alistair answered, mouth full of soup and ale. Argus took a sip from his ale, thinking about what to say.
“I think the best advice for you would be to lower your expectations. Lord Stark isn’t going to make you rich just because you march into war for him as a common soldier… If you wouldn’t be in my company he wouldn’t pay you at all since he is your liege lord.” Argus said with a serious tone, but Alistair just let out a laugh as he had just emptied his second mug.
“I might have been a poor farmer on his lands before, but now I am a free sellsword!” Alistair bragged. “And a sellsword has no liege lords!”
“Liege lord or not, you better behave, watch your tongue and leave the talking to me when we meet Lord Stark.” Argus spoke with a concerned tone, but Alistair just had his confident grin on. He is hopeless case.
“Let’s forget that for now, and drink! For our bright future!” Alistair raised his mug and Argus had to do it as well, just to be polite. Not so sure about how bright it is. And so they kept drinking, especially Alistair, and finally Argus started to feel a little dizzy. Alistair was already so drunk that he didn’t manage to tell his jokes to the end before starting to laugh at them. And then the skinny boy approached them.
“Excuse me.” The boy said with a small smile on his face.
“Come on! Come one! Join us, stranger!” Alistair yelled and started to laugh again. The boy sat next to him with a mug of ale on his hand.
“And who are you?” Argus asked, perhaps with a little more strict tone that was necessary.
“I’m Emilio Rivers” The boy answered calmly, and Alistair tapped him on the back.
“Rivers, eh? You are from the Riverlands then!” Alistair yelled cheerfully. “Hey! Do you know how many Riverlanders does it take to fuck a fish?”
“Shut up Alistair.” Argus said, making Alistair frown at him. “Why is it that you came to our table, Emilio?”
“You suck Argus!” Alistair yelled, but neither Argus nor Emilio payed attention to him. Emilio let out a small laugh before answering.
“I heard what you talked about earlier. That sigil on your surcoat, it’s of some noble house, right?” The boy asked, looking at the sigil of golden phoenix rising from the flames on Argus’ red surcoat. “You are a knight of that noble house, am I right?”
“It’s the sigil of House Keding of Phoenixfall. I am not a knight, but I’m son of Lord Gregor Keding. My name is Argus Keding.” Argus’ words were still strict, but he was also interested in what this boy had in his mind.
“So you are a highborn. As I said, I heard what you were talking earlier, that you are planning to meet Lord Stark.” Emilio now looked Argus straight into the eyes, and even Alistair was interested enough to stay quiet.
“Yes, we are planning on stepping into his service in this war against the Greyjoys. I have understood that he is collecting swords on his side.” Argus said and took another sip from his mug. Emilio nodded at him.
“You have understood correctly. However, only highborn lads like you can enter the castle and see the man himself.” The skinny boy pressed his fingers together as he spoke.
“I suppose so. What about it?” Argus asked with confused tone, looking at this smiling boy.
“How would you like another sword at your service, Lord Keding?” Emilio Rivers asked with a wide grin on his face.
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When Argus goes to meet Lord Stark, he will take Emilio Rivers with him.
The next part comes very soon, and it'll be the first of the climax parts of this chapter ;D
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