A/N: For starters let me just say i own nothing, but maybe the idea to make this. And just to let you know just what this is, it's a 'story' of Game of thrones GAME PLAY. And this aren't my choices by the way (Tho it will sound like I'm the one picking them i'm not.) These choices are made by CinnamonToastKen (You should really check him out, he's awesome!) a youtuber i watch and while watching him I got the idea to do this. So main credit should go to him. And i am female just fyi even when i'm 'playing' as a male character i will still consider myself female. Annnnnd of course the characters in the game can't hear me when i myself talk they only hear the character I'm playing as talk, nor will they notice if i say jump when they suddenly talk.

"Characters in game speaking."

'Me speaking.' Not the differance so you don't confuse me speaking as a character in game speaking.


-Gared-

For thausand's of years House Forrester have been loyal bannermen to House Stark.

In the darkest reaches of the wolfswood they harvest the rare ironwood trees.

Now the North has been ripped apart by the war and rival houses seek to claim Forrester Ironwood for themselves.

And the fate of House Forrester hangs in the balance.

As everything started to clear and i could see (and hear) what was going on around me (Well the guy i'm playing as) i noticed i was in a camp surrounded by knights. I blinked a few times, i can hear people singing.

A/N: I can't put what they were singing/saying/chanting cause the game didn't subtitle it and i'm not 100% sure just what they said.

"The 'great' Jaime Lannister.." I glanced towards the owner of the voice, a fat man with dark black? hair and a beard. "Kingslayer... Oath Brought to his knees by the men of the North." He said then raised his cup i frowned slightly.

"And set free by the women." I jumped slightly, having not realized someone was standing a few feet from me. "You'd think he'd done it himself the way he tells it." A man with light brown hair said. He was cleaning some sort of armor. "Lord Forrester's sword won't clean itself y'know." He said gesturing towards the sword on the table behind me.

'Huh?' I blinked dumbly before glancing behind myself at the bloody sword on the table. I make a face of distaste like i'd just eaten something sour before i pick it up. It was heavier then i thought it would be.

"Make sure it's spotless this time. Lord Forrester won't be happy with blood and brains all over it." I glanced at the man again. "Go on... It's only blood."

I frown 'What am I supposed to clean it with?' I asked glancing at the guy as if he could hear me. When i get no reply i sigh. 'Aren't you helpful.' I mutter as i start searching my pockets 'Ah.' I pull out a brown rag that was in my back pocket using it to clean off all the blood. I smirk once I've made sure all the blood was gone.

"Now that is a proper sword." The man said looking at the sword nodding his head in approval. 'Thank you.' I say happily very proud of myself.

"I'll have one like it myself some day." I blinked when Gared (The character I'm playing as) spoke up.

"You...? You'll never have a sword like that. And i say that as a friend." I cross my arms over my chest at the mans word's. "And if we're being honest..."

"Don't be an arse, Bowen." Gared said interrupting him sounding slightly annoyed.

"Apologies, your lordship." Bowen said then bent down returning to cleaning whatever that was.

"I had a hand in it, y'know." I turned around at the sound of the fat bearded man's voice. "A hand in what...?" Another man sitting a bit from the fat guy asked. "Capturing him." The fat man reply looking at him man.

"He was nowhere near the Kingslayer at the Whispering Wood. He was so drunk he barely made it out of his tent. Next he'll tell us he caught Tyrion too." I raise a brow at Bowen''s words. 'Oh really?'

"So what really happened...?" Gared asked as i look at Bowen curious.

"Someone caught him, i suppose. Ask any man here and they'll say it was them." I sighed.

"You captured the Kingslayer...?" A bald man asked not believing it.

"Aye.. Well i had a hand in it." He said glancing at the other men clearly full of shit.

"Aye a hand round his ankle as ten other took him down." The bald man said then him and everyone else around the fire (But the fat one) laughed.

"See? What'd i tell you." Bowen said smiling glancing at me.

"I brought him to his knees." The fat man said trying to convince the others that he was telling the truth.

"Lord Forrester." Bowen said suddenly and I blinked glancing at the man in armor as he walked post me and Bowen. 'Lord?'

"Not before he dragged you halfway cross the battlefield on your face." He said as him and the other's laugh again.

"You're questioning Norren's honor...?" Everyone stopped laughing when they noticed Lord Forrester.

"I'm questioning Norren's story, which grows mare far fetched every time he tells it." The bald guy said defending himself as Lord Forrester squatted down and picked up a cup that was on the ground.

"Get your liege lord some wine!" Bowen said looking at me. 'My what?' I asked confused frowning as I turned and looked at him. "Go on... It's your job."

"Right. Thanks." Gared said as i mumbled before heading over to where a pot looking thing was, what i guessed was the wine. "Your welcome." I heard Bowen say behind me. Just as i picked it up Lord Forrester spoke up startling me a bit.

"Thank you, Gared. I'll do it." He said taking the wine from me, I blinked.

"Norren's family has faithfully served House Forrester for Centuries." Lord Forrester said walking over to them pouring the bald one some wine. "His honor is beyond reproach. And House Tully is forever in his debt." He said pouring Norren some wine as well. "They've never seen a field plowed so well as the day the Kingslayer dragged poor Norren across the battlefield." All the men, Norren included laughed.

"Fetch your cup. Tonight we celebrate." Lord Forrester said turning to me. I raised a brow but wordlessly went to fetch my cup, or one i think was my cup. When i returned Lord Forrester poured me a drink.

"To Robb Stark... the King of the North." Lord Forrester said lifting his cup.

"The Kind in the North!" Everyone said as they lifted their cup, Gared included.

"Tomorrow we march on Casterly Rock and House Forrester has been given the greatest honor - to lead the Young Wolf's army and ride as the vanguard."

I glanced to the side hearing someone whisper "The gods have favored us..." My stomach twisted into a knot at that 'But for how much longer will they keep doing so..?'

"Onward to Casterly Rock!" Someone said lifting they're cup.

"Aye!" Everyone agreed lifting their cup again.

"Death to the Lannisters!"

"Aye!"

"The North remembers!" Gared said as I lift my cup.

"Aye!"


-Still Gared-

"Gared." I turned and glanced at Lord Forrester following him when he gestures for me to do so.

"Yes m'lord...?" My character asked confusion clear in his voice.

"I need you to keep an eye out for Rodrik." I stiffen when he puts his hand on my shoulder. "As his father i could not be more proud of the man he's become. On a night like this, men find false courage at the bottom of their cups. I'd rather he were here."

"Yes m'lord."

"There's also the question of what's to be done with you." A knot formed in my throat rendering me speechless for a moment. "It's been on my mind for a while now." 'But I haven't done anything! I don't think at least..' I protested looking at him. "Something must be done." I paniced on the inside worried for my safety.

"With me, m'lord...?" Gared asked sounding worried as well.

"You've served House Forrester well for Several years now. But i can't expect you to squire forever. How shall i reward you loyalty...?" I blinked then let out a sigh. 'Phew. I worried for nothing.' "What can I offer you..? You've served me well."

"To bring honor to House Forrester, m'lord." Gared said sounding very serious.

"You have more honor then those who were born to it." Lord Forrester smiling. I smiled 'Most Lords are arses, but you're not half bad.

"There were those who had their doubts when your uncle put forth your name as my squire, but you've erased those doubts entirely." 'Well done...' I paused frowning having momentarily forgotten my characters name. "It would be an honor to see you riding by Rodrik's side in the vanguard tomorrow." He said putitng his hand on my shoulder again. "Not as a squire, but as the euual of any man who serves House Forrester." He removed his hand from my shoulder. "It's well-deserved, Gared. Your hard work has paid off."

"Thank you, m'lord. I promise - I won't let you down." Gared said sincerely.

"That I don't doubt. But for now keep this between us. We're celebrating tonight and i wouldn't want the other squires to feel discouraged."

I nodded my head understanding. "Yes m'lord."

"Now go. And find Rodrik if you can."

"I will, m'lord. Thank you." I turned and walked off heading not really knowing where i was going.

"Bloody hell.. empty." Norren muttered when he tried to pour himself some wine and nothing came out.

"Squire! Fetch us some more wine." I heard someone yell as I walked over to Bowen. "Can you give me a hand?" Bowen asked when i reached him. "C'mon. I'll make it up to you."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But you owe me."

"Owe you? I've been a squire longer then you have. I outrank you." 'Not anymore.' I giggled to myself smirking. The smirk vanish when Lord Forrester walked towards us. I swallowed feeling as if he'd heard what i'd said. I bent down and picked up the large pot following Bowen off to get more wine.

"Fetch more wine... scrub my armor... clean my boots... Just my luck to end up with Norren while you serve the lord. Let him fetch his own wine for once. He's a drunk, a liar, and an arragant prick." My eyes widen slightly at that. 'Don't say that.'

"You'd better watch your tongue, Bowen. It would be much worse."

"What the fuck do know about it? Nothing is worse then Norren. See, that's where you're lucky. Low expectations. If i'd grown up covered in pig shit shoveling slop, well, maybe i'd think saddling his horse was the greatest honor in the seven kingdoms. I suppose this beats pig farming." 'Wait what?' I blink surprised. 'I'm a pig farmer?'

"Who doesn't love bacon?" Gared asked as we walked. 'Man Gared's accent is awesome...' I muttered glancing at Bowen nearly dropping the pot in a fit of the giggles at the look on his face.

"Pig farmers... All i'm saying is... at this rate we;ll never be more then this, which is nothing. The lowest of the low. For all i know we could be squires for life." I glanced down at the pot in my arms feeling kind of guilty. "Hauling wine around a fucking wedding." 'Who's getting married by the way?' I said perking up curiousity eating away at me. "What a waste of fucking time. Maybe if my uncle were Castellan at House Forrester i'd feel different."

"How much further?" My character asked as we kept walking.

"It's right over there." I blinked glancing at the large building clearingly visable over the tents and trees. I set the pot down next to Bowen's on a box next to the barrels of wine. "Take your time." Bowen said to the man that was filling up a pot.

"You lot have drunk your share." He said standing up and carrying the now full pot over towards us setting it down on the box infront of us.

"Good thing Lord Walder's in a generous mood." He said looking at us, something about that look make me uncomfortable.

"Fucking Freys..." Bowen muttered crossing his arms.

"Nice night for a wedding." The man said as I glanced to the side noting some men sitting at a table had cross bows and swords. "Not often he finds a will husband for one of his daughters." I watched two man go into a tent, seeing a bunch of swords and a man loading a cross bow when they open the flap. My eyes widen.

"Don't expect me to carry it for you, Ser Gared." I slowly turned my head and looked at Bowen with wide eyes. "What...? What's wrong...?" Gared asked as the guy that filled the pots steps towards me holding my pot.

I glanced to the side again seeing more men walk into the tent. "What's gotten into you...? You've had too much wine." More men got up and went into the tent somethings clearly about to go down.

"We need to get back. Now." I turned towards Bowen.

"They're fine. They can wait." Bowen said dismissively.

"No. You don't understand. We need to GO."

"Then take the fucking flagon already." 'Oh thats what they are called..' I glanced behind me hearing people moving.

"What's wrong with him?" The man asked as he puts the flagon down and steps closer. "Something the matter...?"

"Bowen we have to GO." Gared said again as i looked towards Bowen.

"You go if you're in such a rush..." My eyes widen in horror as i notice some men drawing they're swords and heading towards us. I quickly grab Bowen's hand and drag him away. "But what about... What the hell was that about...!? Slow down, would you. What's the rush?" Bowen asked jerking free from my hold.

"RUN!" Gared said as i glanced back at the two men with swords following us before i take off running. Bowen drops the flagon and quickly follows me.

We run a bit until we reach fighting, my eyes widen watching a guy get killed. Me and Bowen turn and run. "We need to get back to camp!" 'No kidding!' I stop when a man charges towards me i quickly move to the right to avoid his sword. Lucky for me a man attacks the guy who attacked me and i can turn and run while hes distracted. I dodge a man on the ground, as i pass by him he gets stabbed through the chest.

"RODRIK...!" I stop when Gared yells out to a man fighting. He glances at me before he dodges a attack.

"Gared... we have to get back!" Bowen said as he started to back up. I started to walk forward as Rodrik kills his opponite.

"A gift from the king!" Someone says before i get grabbed and shoved to the ground. 'Ow.' I start to sit up when the man who grabbed me gets over me and tries to stab me. He quickly grab one of his wrists stoping him from being able to drive knife through my chest. I start to panic glancing to the side seeing a shield. I quickly start to reach for it.

'Come on!' I hissed as i reach, my finger just brushing the metal edges of the shield before i grab it and use it to hit the man on me upside the head knocking him off.

I panted slightly my heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest, I glance to the side seeing Bowen standing there the guy next to him getting stabbed through the chest. I quickly run when a guy comes at me.

"Ready boys...! Load!" I slow down seeing guy's loading cross bows about to execute some people. I run towards them. "Shoot that one...!" The man in charge said pointing towards me.

I lift the shield using it to protect myself from the arrows before i charge a man and hit him with my shield knocking him to the ground. He was either dead or knocked out from my attack, i didn't know nor really care. I look at the men my eyes widening when one lifts a bow pointing it at me.

Before he can shoot he's stabbed through the chest. 'Thank you.' I smiled at the man before i returned to running.

"Look out!" I hear someone yell and i glance to the side seeing a cart that's on fire rolling down the hill stopping when it hits some barrels in front of me. I quickly stop and crouch down crawling under it. As i'm crawling one of the wheels break, i quickly roll over and use the shield to keep the cart from crushing me.

'Fuck!' I push as hard as i can lifting it up just enough to lift it so i can roll out from under it. I quickly get up onto my feet and run.

I dodge a man falling to the ground as i run. A man tries to hit me with.. idk what they are called. Its like a axe only with a spiked ball on top. I kick him knocking him to the ground before someone grabs me and holds me in a choke hold.

I choke grabbing his arm trying to loosen his hold, I hear horses hollering and the sound of them running. I glance to the side towards them and my eyes widen i struggle harder before i start to roll trying to loosen his hold.

I quickly get out of his hold and move out of the way of the horses, scooting back words, the guy lunges at me and i kick him knocking him back into the horses path.

I watched in horror as he got trampled by the horses, as soon as they were past i jumped to my feet and run stopping when i see Rodrik.

"RODRIK!" Gared yelled and my eyes widen 'Don't yell!' I hissed before gasping watching horrified as Rodrik gets stabbed through his left leg just above the knee. "No..." Gared whispers and I run towards Rodrik as someone on a horse loses control of their horse and it rears before falling on top of Rodrik. "Rodrik...!"


AN: Thank's for reading! I hope you like the story so far! :) Please review and let me know what you think/if you have any ideas how i can make it better!

Last Edited 2/11/2015