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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 14, 2020 16:32:41 GMT -5
Greatjon heard the sounds of battle ever louder. He got up to his feet, his rags his body. Barely even rags anymore at that. From afar he could hear; "Justice for Robb Stark" and he knew. The men of the North, or at least men sympathetic to the North were fighting the freys. As Greatjon rose he hit the sealing of his cell, unable to stand the proud tall Northerner he once was. But for the first time in three years he roared "The north remembers!" and it echoed a loud through the cold, damp dungeon.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 14, 2020 17:16:33 GMT -5
"Open the gates to the asshole, ser. I wish we could plough him hard, another day, I guess?"
Said Walder in a hushed tone. In fact, all the time he had been delaying the march of treasury, valuables and Freys through the eastern castle. The portcullis was raised and the bridge lowered.
"Do what you must, I'm leaving now, Darry is in kind of a mess, can't deal with the Twins right now too. Enjoy your stay, Lord Blackwood"
He shrugged, feigning indiference.
Burn in Seven Hells, you lot.
Little thereafter, twelve hundred thousand men, engrossed by many Frey men-at-arms and family members left the castle to the South, with great baggage that had been waiting some miles away from the castle itself.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 15, 2020 3:44:16 GMT -5
After Walder Darry had departed did the Blackwood army enter the Twins. While the empty vaults were a disappointment, Tytos was more concerned with the hostages. The remaining Freys were rounded up in the great hall of the Twins, the very place where they had murdered Robb Stark and his companions.
Soldiers were sent to scour the dungeons, where they find the Greatjon. He is immediately released and brought to the great hall. Tytos Blackwood greets him with a smile and a hearty handshake.
"Greatjon, rarely have I ever seen a man tougher than you! I'd have thought you dead like so many others who were here to witness the treachery of House Frey. How are you feeling?"
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 15, 2020 4:35:13 GMT -5
The Greatjon burst out of his cell as soon has he felt the door move, roaring with the little strength he had. Disarming a soldier of house blackwood and punching another one in the face before noticing that they were not Frey's. The Greatjon seemed to be a hunchback now, he couldn't fully stretch out as he had hoped. It would require time. He held the sword that he had captured frimly in his hand as he was brought into the great hall where he had seen Robb Stark slain.
Upon entering the hall and seeing a Frey, the Greatjon lost it. The memories of that night long ago overwhelmed him and he blacked out.. blacked out in a fit of pure rage and he smashed through at least three freys. before the Blackwood man gained a hold on him and he could recover. He wiped the blood off his face and clearly enjoyed it before walking over to Blackwood. "Lord Blackwood" he was with a fragile voice. Fragile from the roars he had uttered during the fighting. His voice was no longer accustomed to talking, let alone roaring. "It is good to see a familiar face. Tell me what has become of the Starks? and of the world?" Greatjon asked nervously.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 16, 2020 2:19:31 GMT -5
The Greatjon burst out of his cell as soon has he felt the door move, roaring with the little strength he had. Disarming a soldier of house blackwood and punching another one in the face before noticing that they were not Frey's. The Greatjon seemed to be a hunchback now, he couldn't fully stretch out as he had hoped. It would require time. He held the sword that he had captured frimly in his hand as he was brought into the great hall where he had seen Robb Stark slain. Upon entering the hall and seeing a Frey, the Greatjon lost it. The memories of that night long ago overwhelmed him and he blacked out.. blacked out in a fit of pure rage and he smashed through at least three freys. before the Blackwood man gained a hold on him and he could recover. He wiped the blood off his face and clearly enjoyed it before walking over to Blackwood. "Lord Blackwood" he was with a fragile voice. Fragile from the roars he had uttered during the fighting. His voice was no longer accustomed to talking, let alone roaring. " It is good to see a familiar face. Tell me what has become of the Starks? and of the world?" Greatjon asked nervously. "I'm afraid our cause suffered greatly after that terrible night. The Freys were elevated highly, while Roose Bolton was made Warden of the North. The children of Ned Stark were scattered to the wind and thought lost to us. However, miracles are still possible it seems. Stannis fought off a wildling army in the North, crushed the Boltons outside Winterfell and has now returned the Riverlands to Lord Edmure. Rickon Stark now sits as Lord of Winterfell while Jon Snow serves as Warden, while Lady Sansa is wed to Lord Arryn of the Vale. Now the Boltons are wiped out and the Freys are on their knees, ready to face King Stannis' justice." He could hardly believe how much had transpired these past few years."As for the rest of the world, I can hardly believe it myself. The Lannisters consolidated power after... that night, but Joffrey was poisoned at his wedding to a daughter of the Tyrells, so his little brother became king. Then some fanatics of the Seven armed themselves and vied for power in King's Landing, Cersei Lannister and Lord Tyrell had a falling out and the Red Keep was besieged. Then pirates snuck into the Red Keep, killed Cersei and kidnapped Tommen Baratheon. I can hardly believe it myself. Oh, at the same time, a Targaryen pretender returned from across the sea with a mercenary army and occupied Storm's End. When Lord Tyrell marched an army down south to crush the pretender, he was betrayed by his own lords who threw their lot in with the Targaryen. Meanwhile, King Stannis consolidated power in the North, the Vale and the Riverlands, and some Lannister cousin proclaimed himself Lord of the West and offered his sword to Stannis. Balon Greyjoy is also dead, and his daughter now rules the Iron Islands and has pledged herself to our cause, so the Ironborn are on our side now. Now King Stannis stands ready to march on King's Landing to claim the Iron Throne." Tytos breathed a sigh of relief when he was finished. Then it hit him."By the gods, how could I forget! Lady Catelyn Stark is alive! Well... sort of, it seems she was revived by some strange magic. She's a very different woman, goes by Lady Stoneheart these days."
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 16, 2020 8:23:34 GMT -5
Greatjon didnt know how to react, many things raced through his mind but he couldn't place them. He fell to a knee and looked exhausted. The Starks had survived but scattered by the wind and Jon was now warden of the north. Lady Catelyn dead but also alive by magic? Strange things happened and the greatjon couldn't make anything of it.
"Fetch me a sword, clothes and something to eat. We shall slaughter Freys together until I get my strength back Tytos." Greatjon said feeble trying to raise to his feet again, holding a small sword still with the other hand trying to keep his rags on, alas to no avail they fell off. Showing his manhood.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 17, 2020 4:11:05 GMT -5
"Gladly, Greatjon. Let's see if we can't find that giant sword of yours. It should serve well as an executioner's blade, don't you think?"
Tytos grinned and slapped the Greatjon on the arm. He turned to the servants of the Twins and began shouting orders. Soon enough mutton and ale was brought from the kitchens, while the armory and living quarters were scoured for any clothing that could fit the giant Lord Umber.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 19, 2020 15:58:20 GMT -5
Tytos and the Greatjon gathered all the captured Freys in the main hall, surrounded by Blackwood soldiers while the two lords seated themselves on the dais. They enjoyed the food and drink of the house while their 'hosts' stood in silence, waiting for their fate. The Freys that remained at the Twins were thus:{Spoiler} Tytos scanned the hall with his cold stare, judging every single Frey for their crimes. Punishment would come to all of them, for few stood innocent for the heinous actions of the Red Wedding. He slowly rose from his seat and spoke with a commanding voice."This is the final day for House Frey of the Crossing. Your family is guilty of oathbreaking, violating the guest right, kingslaying and betraying your allies. Certain members have been open about their actions during the Red Wedding." As he spoke the names of those gathered, he looked at each of them with a gaze filled with anger and disgust."Lord Walder and Lothar, you were among the main plotters of that heinous crime. Ser Raymund, you dared kill Lady Catelyn Stark. Ser Whalen, you were one of your kin who killed Robb Stark's companion Grey Wind. The other men in attendance - Walton, Ser Lyonel, Ser Theo, Martyn Rivers, Ryger Rivers, Ronel Rivers - contributed by killing or aiding in killing those sworn to the King in the North and of the Trident. Have you anything to say for yourselves, you blight upon the Seven Kingdoms?!" Tytos turned to the Greatjon, eager to hear the opinion he was sure he already knew."Lord Umber, what say you should be done with these traitors and oathbreakers? We have been ordered to deliver them to King Stannis in King's Landing, once the city has fallen."
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 20, 2020 12:54:28 GMT -5
The Greatjon stood tall in his new clothes. A bit more colorful than normal but simple enough. His sword had been found by two Blackwood men who had to drag it to the Greatjon. The food he had been served did him good but the memories of that night hurt him still, sitting in the great hall had brought up the unpleasant thoughts he had to endure for many years in the dungeon. Had he drank less would he have been able to protect his King better? So that he might have died the warriors dead instead of the cheap, dishonoring death of having his throat slit after the arrows failed to kill the young wolf. Many questions that would never get answered.
As the Greatjon snapped back to reality as Lord Blackwood asked for his question he stared at Lord Lord Blackwood. With a two second pause he rose his great sword and said "The penalty is death, death for the traitors, oath breakers and king slayers" and the Greatjon with great power cleaved through the face of Walder Frey. The sword only stopping when it had cleaved through until the middle torso. "The North Remembers" the Greatjon said as his sword came down. Blood went everywhere, including on the Greatjon his face but it wouldn't matter to him as he had gotten his revenge. Revenge for his suffering but not revenge for his broken soul.
The Greatjon was grasping for air, regardless of the training he did in his cold, damp cell he had lost much of his strength and it wouldn't return within a few days. He turned to Blackwood. "Would you care to join in?" Before he turned to raise his sword to cleave Lothar, but waiting for Blackwood's response.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 20, 2020 15:04:58 GMT -5
"The honor is yours, Lord Umber. I would only ask you to just cut off their necks, makes it much easier to present their heads to King Stannis later. We're going to have to stitch Old Walder's head back together, good grief."
The smell of blood and bowels stung his nose, but Tytos would not stand in the way of the Greatjon seeking his revenge. Hosteen Frey, who had killed his boy Lucas, had already been slain outside Winterfell. It was his only regret, to not have been there to kill the bastard.
"Walder Frey has been given justice, so too shall Lothar Frey, Raymund Frey and Whalen Frey. Walton, Lyonel, Theo, Martyn, Ryger and Ronel will be sent to the Wall to serve the realm for the rest of their days. The ladies who married into House Frey will be returned to their birth houses, along with their children who have not reached adult age. The daughters of House Frey will be given to the Faith to become septas or silent sisters. Any objections, Lord Umber?"
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 20, 2020 15:44:03 GMT -5
The Greatjon grinned and barked "No objections but I'm sure the Frey girls can stich him back together, as they stitched Grey Wind to the body of the King in the North." as he pierced his great sword through Lothar, turning and twisting it inside the helpless man, the GreatJon looking for the dying light in the Frey lad his eyes. "For the SmallJon" he roared as he pulled out his sword and swept Lothar's head off. The sword hit the floor as the Greatjon needed more air. Gasping even more than with the kill off old Walder.
Raymund was next to die by the hands of the Greatjon, the tired Greatjon however could no longer muster the force to put enough power behind the stroke of his sword. It resulted in a very messey affair for Raymund, the head didn't come off clean and by nicking the arteries in the neck the blood sprouted everywhere. Drenching the Greatjon in more Frey blood. One couldn't see the difference between a direwolf that had just hunted and devoured his pray and the GreatJon, on a quest for vengeance. The bloody affair however brought flashbacks to the GreatJon, he saw the King in the North, standing in the Frey hall with his neck slashed, asking the Greatjon why he didn't keep him safe? For what felt an hour was a mere few seconds to the people surrounding the execution. Lord Umber only snapped out of it as Raymund dropped on the floor, his head only half attached to his torso. With a strong kick Umber broke his neck and with another slash with the sword he had severed his completely.
The Greatjon dropped his sword on the floor and took Raymund's head of the ground. Examining it closely, trying to figure out his own trauma's and blaming Raymund before he finally turned to Whalen. He stepped towards him, still unable to fully stretch upward out due to the close space he was confined it for such a long time. Whalen had often temped the Greatjon during his time in Prison. Lord Umber had Raymund's lifeless head still in his hand and with all the power he could muster, slammed it into Whalen's temple before discarding it. He slid towards his sword, to tired to lift his feet and to keep his balance, an ancient sword fighting technique. As he picked it up you could hear the chilling ring from steel on stone ring through the hall, cries of Frey girls and wives echoed through the hall. The greatjon used his two hand to raise his sword once more and said "The North Remembers, for Robb Stark, the King in the North!" and he took Whalen's head clean off.
"My vengeance has been granted. I thank you Lord Blackwood." The GreatJon said, before nearly falling into his chair, exhausted.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 20, 2020 17:03:39 GMT -5
Tytos made a slight bow to the Greatjon. Examining the carnage in the great hall, Lord Blackwood could feel his stomach churning as the smell of the dead men releasing their bowels. Executions were always messy, no matter how clean the cut was. The two avenging lords would probably get in trouble for this, but for now Tytos did not care. Justice had been done in accordance with the old ways, the sword swung by the judge.
"No need to thank me, Lord Umber, by the Old Gods you've earned it. Wash up and rest for a few days, feast on whatever remains in the stores. We'll be marching out in a few days, to right a few more wrongs before presenting the heads of the traitor Freys before the King. Will you join me, or are you eager to return home to the North?"
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 21, 2020 11:21:08 GMT -5
The Greatjon nodded. "I would gladly accompany you Lord Blackwood, if only for a thank you for getting me out of this hellhole and giving me the justice of the old Gods." The Greatjon nodded slightly out of respect and moved to find himself some booty, food and rest. He sure could use some.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 21, 2020 14:25:39 GMT -5
A few days after the taking of the Twins and the two lords had executed their justice on House Frey, the Blackwood army marched out toward their next target.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 21, 2020 15:13:32 GMT -5
Screams, screams through the camp as the Greatjon slept. The dreams of the past hunted him deeply. Screams that carry through marrow and bone, throught silk and steel. The Greatjon's screams alerted many, but shocked none.
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