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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 12:51:55 GMT -5
"I never turned my cloak, my loyalty has always been to the Starks." He replied plainly, as he approached. "My men marched south with King Robb the same as any Northern Lord." It was true that the Clansmen had not marched south with Robb, but not for a lack of loyalty clearly. "Many have had to play friend to the Freys and Boltons, their families held captive in the south." He gave a smile. "With my son home, and our lord returning, I saw no reason I should not die today. To liberate Winterfell, shedding blood same as you. Reason can still rule this, Locke, the Hornwood men, they sit inside that keep and they are loyal to the Starks even if they have been coerced." His blue eyes turned toward the yres, the flames flittering in his watery eyes, the screams drowning out his thoughts. "The Red Demon is indeed a cruel thing, you have been with Stannis for a time. How long before he burns more than traitors."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 13:04:12 GMT -5
Wull gave a toothy grin, enjoying the verbal sparring.
"Burning is a cruel thing, a fate best reserved for the cruel. Karstark was cruel, a traitor. And I care not a shit if Greyjoy suffers neither, for the wrongs he did to his liege lord and kin."
Donnel Flint grunted in response.
"It ain't our way, and the Red Demon is cruel, not of the North. But neither are your Seven. I have no love for Stannis, but he's the first Southron I ever met that I don't want dead."
Artos chortled at that.
"Aye. Stannis is a mean bastard, but he is just. If he burns Boltons and Greyjoys, he can have his pointy throne."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 13:18:39 GMT -5
Manderly shrugged, the nearby knight stepping back. "I care not if he burns the Greyjoys turn cloaks or the Karstarks that plotted to see their own kin dead by declaring for Stannis.. yet he threatens to burn Umber who fought for the love bore to the Great Jon.. what of Locke, of the Hornwood and Cerwyn men, of Slate." Manderly raised his free hand flippantly. "But I see no pyre for Asha, nor Theon.." He let the words hand for a moment. "As for the Boltons, their crimes were against the North perhaps we Northmen should judge him. How does it go.. the one that passes the sentence should swing the sword." Manderly chuckled darkly. "Or perhaps feed them to the Weirwoods, the old gods have use of the strength in these times." Manderly nodded, his chins jiggling as he did so. "The Seven are not Flint, but the House Manderly is and we have always respected the Old Gods of your forefathers, a Weirdwood still sits in the Wolf's Den strong as ever. We have been here a thousand years, and have upheld the oath to the Starks for every single year since."
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 14:33:11 GMT -5
"Whats yer point, Fat Man? Do you want to see the traitors dead, or not?"
They were loyal to Stark, not Stannis, but thus far the Baratheon had been an effective vehicle for their campaign against the Boltons.
"Stannis should swing the blade himself. Umber fought for his kinsmen, if Stannis is to take his hand it will be by that fiery blade of his."
Artos Flint scratched his beard. Stannis was no fool. He'd refused to burn any but Ironborn on the march.
"Bolton needs to face our justice, aye. Cut off his head, I say, in front of the Weirwoods in Winterfell. And if they burn those, I'll take the King's head myself."
Norrey joined the choir, for once finding himself agreeing with his traditional rivals.
"I doubt those who Bolton coerced into service will stay loyal. I give it until dawn, you will see their banners dipped to us."
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 14:35:31 GMT -5
Lord Morrigen was still ahorse by the end of the battle, surprisingly. He was exhausted and cold as he turned his horse back to camp. He was surrounded now by just about half of his men he had charged with, a mere six that bore his sigil upon their surcoats, shields, or plate, and half of them squires. "Now, for shelter and a meal." He called to them. Some called back "and a woman!" to which he paid no mind. He had no intention of lingering out in the cold as it seemed so many of the northmen had. He wanted to be at his King's side. It took the better part of an hour for him to remove his heavy plate, leaving only mail and boiled leather. He fastened a heavy woolen cloth about his shoulders and gave his squire orders for cleaning the plate. At last he set out to find Stannis
"An honorable victory, your Grace." He said upon finding his King. "The North if yours, and Winterfell must surely open its gates now."
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Post by perry on Jun 14, 2020 14:51:23 GMT -5
"Agreed, Flint." Wyman mused in agreement. "Justice on Bolton belongs to the North, the turn cloak Theon too, remember King Stannis named our King Robb a traitor when we rode south." His blue eyes turned on Wull. "I want to see them dead in the name of vengeance for Eddard, Wull. The boy that came to my harbor so long ago, fleeing the treacherous of southern blades. Or for Robb gutted at a wedding, not in the name of this Red God." Manderly nodded as his attention turned toward yet another Clansmen. "I agree, I believe if we Northmen approach and give them the chance they will surrender into our custody, safe from facing the Red God's flames. Locke is a good friend, the old man does not wish to die for Bolton, and I believe many others do not wish to either. Bolton and his ilk can get no mercy, however."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 14:51:46 GMT -5
Lord Morrigen was still ahorse by the end of the battle, surprisingly. He was exhausted and cold as he turned his horse back to camp. He was surrounded now by just about half of his men he had charged with, a mere six that bore his sigil upon their surcoats, shields, or plate, and half of them squires. "Now, for shelter and a meal." He called to them. Some called back "and a woman!" to which he paid no mind. He had no intention of lingering out in the cold as it seemed so many of the northmen had. He wanted to be at his King's side. It took the better part of an hour for him to remove his heavy plate, leaving only mail and boiled leather. He fastened a heavy woolen cloth about his shoulders and gave his squire orders for cleaning the plate. At last he set out to find Stannis "An honorable victory, your Grace." He said upon finding his King. "The North if yours, and Winterfell must surely open its gates now." Stannis was wearing only leather and a gambeson now, he was warming his hands on a brazier, while a retainer cleaned plate and surcoat. The sword, Lightbringer, laid in the scabbard, hanging from a nail on the crude wall. "Morrigen"He looks back at the knight, skin tense over his emaciated skull. He grinds his teetch for a moment, his jawline tense. "Northmen are a stubborn folk, but Roose commands no loyalty, they shall give him up in the morrow"At least he presumed as much. And he hoped it, because he had no supplies to besiege such a powerful fortress. "You fought well on the field today, ser"Stannis was no man to compliment freely, so that meant much.
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Post by pontifex on Jun 14, 2020 15:05:34 GMT -5
"I merely did my duty, your Grace, but I thank you. It was a magnificent charge, one for the minstrels to sing of, but it will be but one verse in the song." Lord Lester replied. "I am told by the healers that my brother, Ser Richard, will recover in time, but for now they spoon broth down his throat."
He likewise splayed his hands close to the brazier. "We have much and more to do now, Your Grace, but where will we go next? It seems to me we could secure the loyalty of the Iron Islands to your cause through Theon Greyjoy, the true heir to the Iron Islands. The north can be easily held at the Neck as well."
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Post by oznerol on Jun 14, 2020 15:30:51 GMT -5
"I merely did my duty, your Grace, but I thank you. It was a magnificent charge, one for the minstrels to sing of, but it will be but one verse in the song." Lord Lester replied. "I am told by the healers that my brother, Ser Richard, will recover in time, but for now they spoon broth down his throat." He likewise splayed his hands close to the brazier. "We have much and more to do now, Your Grace, but where will we go next? It seems to me we could secure the loyalty of the Iron Islands to your cause through Theon Greyjoy, the true heir to the Iron Islands. The north can be easily held at the Neck as well."
Replied Stannis.
"We shall remain for a time in Winterfell, we have to regroup and regain strenght. Then, we shall send this Ironborn princess to the isles with her brother, to claim their throne"He looked at the knight with dark steely blue eyes. "They shall bend the knee if they want to live to see the winds of spring"
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 14, 2020 15:45:44 GMT -5
Bolton's host trudged through the snow towards the Dreadfort. Those men that remained were of iron loyalty, not like the cowards who had betrayed their lord - Dustin, Umber, Tallhart... All their banners had dipped to Stannis Baratheon. The thousand or so that remained carried their lord in a litter back to his ancestral keep, leaving Winterfell to their enemies. Bolton himself was silent as the grave, even by his standards, appearing uncaring as to whether he lived or died. Even to his men, it was unsettling behaviour, but they assumed that in the winter Stannis would not wish to waste men besieging the Dreadfort and so they could wait for his inevitable departure south.
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Post by Gandalf on Jun 15, 2020 8:52:03 GMT -5
(Forgot to mention:)
Stannis, Lester Morrigen and Asha Greyjoy gain +1 authority.
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