May Contain SMUT and heavy violence in the future! ALSO NEED OC Submit Your Own!You are the leader of an elite band of mercenaries while most Lords hate your kind the peasants love you due to the kindness you show to them whether offering to help the local Village in farm or militia training or through training them your band of warriors and yourself both love to help the locals.
While your fort is posted near Moat Cailan that does not stop you from venturing to Dorne or even Essos when the time is right, whether your band is hired or you need more men. You are headed south as you were hired by the Lannisters to help quell against the Starks, but you were ordered to stay at Moat Cailan half through your march to Casterly Rock. The Starks have always been loyal and truthful and have been happy with the Service you provide but in times of war you have to act fast. Also the added seventy five hundred dragoons helped sway your mind.
In a fort nite you are expected to meet up with the Lannister forces and push through but since the Starts counter attacked and are on the march towards the south you are expected to provide intel and try to break down their numbers. But since you are a mercenary gold is your only ally.
"Robert" you call towards one of your guards outside, who is also a powerful warrior
"Yes?" Robert replies
"Have the Starks replied to our offer of paying us?" you reply
"Not yet" He says firmly
You humph and walk your way out of your room and onto your balcony looking over the marsh lands of the neck. "Dismissed." you say back to him as he nods and walks away. You notice something glimmering off into the distance as you see more and more of it. It seems to be one giant pile of glimmering metal marching. Starks. You tell your archers to man the walls but to hold fire until given order.
The Stark men start to get closer and closer, you get dressed in your armor, it has a Northern look thanks to Lord Eddard, but instead of the leather in the middle it contains chainmail with cloth over it dyed in grey with your factions banner on it. An armoured knights helmet in white, sure not intimating in battle but it sure is a hell of a warning to your enemies.
The Stark men are about firing distance away, but thanks to you being on a hill that distance still is very far based on normal standards plus the specialist training you put all your men through to keep them in shape and one of the best warriors in the Realm.
You see them marching past your walls and stopping in front of your castle with the Stark shields up and archers ready to fire. The archers put away their bows as you see a man raise his arms and stop in front of you a man named Robb Stark.