Rami
The Iron born charged at the walls the spikes on the ground would pay off now setting up latters now would be momentous task, worse off with men dropping boulders form on high. Rami however focused more on the lumbering siege engine making its way to his gate. If the Ram broke through the door, the gods help them they didn't have the numbers to fight off that many. Turning his small voice that would normally be drowned out was heard by his master at arms Rodrik.
"Pitch! Get pitch to the wall!" Rami yelled and Rodrik grinned no doubt proud of Rami at this moment.
"Ptich! Lads! Get it to the walls!" yelled Rodrik his battlefield voice rang loud and clear.
Ptich! Come on, come on get it to the walls!" some levies yelled and up the ramp that had been set rolled up the barrels.
"Come on come on come on damn it set it up!" yelled Rodrik barking orders and waving his sword around. While the levies set up the pitch Lloyd looked to the sergeant at arms ordering the archers.
"Come on defend your lord and families! KNOCK ARROWS!" yelled the sergeant. The archers loaded arrows and lifted their bows in the air.
"DRAW!" bow strings pulled back taught as the advancing force came at them. Waiting for just the right moment the sergeant yelled the order to unleash the death from above.
"LOOSE!" the archer let go with a dull 'thwang' as arrows soared through the sky, even still Rami wasn't sure he was used to it. The arrows pierced boiled leather and mail, yells of dying men reached as the Iron Born where cut down on the advance. The archers then began launching at will.
"Stand back my lord, don't want you catching a stray arrow" Rodrik said and Rami stepped back nodding. The Iron born reached the walls and the pikes served their purpose they couldn't really set ladders up.
"Stones! Drop the stones!" Rodrik yelled and the men roared in approval. Next to the archers the levies grabbed stones and began flinging them down at the Iron born. With more men some held shields as they began digging and trying to take the spikes out of the ground. His uncle
Tyrion came to him once more gasping.
"Rami retreat to the keep, we have to keep you safe" Tyrion said.
"My place is here uncle" Rami said his face grim and determined.
"Your place is to live so these men have something to fight for" Tyrion tried again.
"Uncle" Rami tried but Rodrik interrupted.
"The men are inspired you stood tall your ordered them and they listened. Go my lord I will handle the defense" Rodrik said.
"Come on Rami your place is where you can be safe" Tryon said, and Rami frowned but nodded.
"Okay" he said and followed his uncle through the yard.
Bronn
These cunts where really, really trying to kill the Stark boys. Where there any other men at the walls Bronn might have considered opening the gates for them for some gold. Then again he was employed to a Lannister and everyone knows what they say about the Lannister. Tywin Lannister shits gold, and Bronn would be inclined to wipe the man's ass himself. The reavers where taking the pikes from the ground but it cost them more men to stones and arrows. Glancing to the side Bronn sighed ladders had made contact to the wall. Sword drawn he made his way over the battlements to the right side towards the gate where the ladders made contact. Two levies too young and looked like they never even seen a womans teats that weren't their mothers tried to push the ladders off.
"Get away from there you fucking idiots!" Bronn tried only for the one that turned to him to get an arrow to the neck. The other one through the eye falling off the battlements screaming bloody murder.
"Fucking hell, here they come lads! Kill the fucks and I might buy you all a drink!" Bronn yelled and the men at arms roared in approval. The iron born made it up the ladder and the first bastard that face Bronn took his boot the chest flinging him off the lader and he heard the sound of him being impaled on a spike. Bugger probably had it coming Bronn thought as he turned right and parried axe swipes only to stab his attacker through the heart and knock him aside another Iron born with rotten teeth tried to cleave Bronns skull. For his troubles Bronn parried his clumsy overhead axe and spit in his eyes staggered he cut his throat open and pushed him on another climbing man knocking all the climbers off the ladder. Planting a firm boot on the ladder he pushed it off. It wasn't much he knew but it would be enough for them to lose more men trying to put it back up. He turned on a dime and parried a sword strike to his mid-section and then exchanged blows with the probably high born cunt in plate armor. He was definitely better than the ones he has killed good technique and even fought with none of this 'honor' the southern knights he has fought in the past did. So when he tried to take Bronn's head Bronn kicked him in his balls and then pushed his helm back and passed by him sliding his sword across his neck and pushing him into Winterfells court yard. The bugger had been goo but Bronn was better.
He killed more of the reavers that set up more ladders, the stone throwers where becoming less instead fighting the invaders. Bronn could only curse and killed more of the climbers they weren't doing too hot and the pitch they had gotten was going un used. Getting an idea Bronn grinned and gathered some men.
"Come on grab the fucking pitch! We're going to make them eat it!" the levies yelled and did as told the strongest of them lifting the pitch over shoulder and putting them on the wall. Taking his curved knife he stabbed the holes on the barrel pitch leaking out grabbing a torch he lit the barrel then with the bottom of a spear a Levy pushed it off. Bronn was satisfied as the barrel on fire hit a man breaking and splattered a clumped up group of reavers in flaming pitch. They screamed and their own men killed them to keep the flames from spreading.
"Come on burn the fuckers!" Bronn yelled and the Levies began repeating the process. By the time he was done with this he was expecting plenty of gold and a fucking Keep. The ment at arms seeing the plan made it a priority to defend the levies as they dropped pitch, wiping a hand over his mouth Bronn returned to doing what he did best, killing people.
Rodrik
The battering Ram was close, too bloody close he had been in his fair share of sieges in the Ninepenny war. He had followed Lord Rickard Stark into war, what men did not tale was that back then Lord Rickard had his own wild streak and had set out in the guise of a sellsword and fought with the Baratheons to end the dreaded Maelys Blackfyre and the band of nine that had brokered to take Westeros. Now he was in another bloody siege this time the home of liege and Lord and he would be damned if he let the reavers take it. Torches by the pitch the archers lit them and fired at will Rodrik sword bloodied killed another man trying to bring him down thinking himself young he would kill the old man on the wall. Rodrik however did not become master at arms of Winterfell by name he did so by merit. So with another swing of his sword he took he took the head of another reaver. Then his friend tried to avenge him screaming his name and only ended up choking in Rodrik's steel. Overlooking the battlements the stones where slicked with blood and they had suffered losses that kept mounting. Looking across to the gate he saw the battering ram but mere two hundred yards from the gates.
"Come on arrows! To the ram light the fuckers up!" yelled Rodrik. The archers lit their arrows and fired on the canopy of the ram. Rodrik shouldered a man off the battlements and slaughtered another spilling his innards intot he stones. Screaming bloody murder Rodrik silenced the poord sod by stabbing him through the heart. Making his way near the gate he ordered more of the men to concentrate on the ram. Turning to the levies below he bellowed out to rally them.
"Northerners! This is your home! Your lands, these reavers have come while our brothers march to do their duty! Your homes have been plundered your women raped and your coin stolen! Now these cowards who attack when there are none to stop them are at our doors!" Pointing his sword at the army of reavers, Rodrik continued his speech.
"Fight! For your homes fight your mothers, your sons, daughters and, wives! Kill the enemies at our doors and send them back to their islands! Send them back so they can cower behind THEIR walls for when our brothers return north we will bring down winter on these craven whroesons!" the levies filled with courage from Rodrik yelled spears in the air and charged the battlements. The untrained men where louder than they were skilled and instantly they began taking losses but the added numbers and outnumbered reavers on the wall where beaten back many of them flung onto the spikes on the walls. If Lord Eddard could right now see his son lead Rodrik thought privately before returning to engage the reavers.
Victarion
The battle was dragging he had taken the night approach to lower the enemie's chance to read their numbers. The defenders didn't crack however, and when he had seen the old man on the gates one of his archers had found he could hit the old man in the back. Victarion swiftly took his head, killing a man like that from behind would be a waste and dishonorable. He would die with steel in his hand if the drowned god favored him in battle against him. With dull thuds four more arrows bounced harmlessly off his plate and Vicatarion didn't so much as flinch at the arrows nor his horse as the armor covered it. looking at the ram the arrows on the canopy where multiplying and the fire while it hadn't caught yet it was only a matter of time.
"Focus on the archers! Keep them from firing on the ram!" he ordered and no one dared question him and soon the archers on the wall where forced back as Victarion's archers picked them off the walls. Finally the ram reached the gates and he trotted just slightly behind it.
"Break the gates down! Plunder and women lay cowering for you just on the other side! The blood is split the Iron prince paid now take what is yours!" Victarion said and the men all roared with glee and greed.
"HEAVE!" the ram began pounding on the gate over and over the Iron tip smashed against the gate in rhythm looking back he motioned with his arm and on the lines from the archers range drums began pounding in rhythm and the Ram followed it soon.
"HEAVE!" the man in charge of the ram was a grandson from the elderly Erik Anvil-Breaker. Urek Ironmaker with breast plate and a helm with a Hammer breaking an Anvil on it eagerly commanded the men. His grandfather was a good man and a legend in his own right. Victarion respected the man who commanded with honor and brought fear to the Greenlanders. Looking up his eyes narrowed behind his helm as he watched some man in mail talk to the old man. Something was agreed on and the spearmen on the walls lessened and then the drown god reached even so far from the sea to give him a warning.
"Captian!" one of his men came to him a son from house Blacktyde Maeron if Victarion cared to remembered.
"They are dopping pitch barrel at us on fire! They kept burning our men we had to kill some of our own to keep the flames from spreading" he gasped tired.
"Damn them theyre going to burn the ram!" Victarion trotted back and ordered his archers around him.
"Come on around me archers! Line up! Come on line up damn you!" he ordered his archers forming a line. With his gauntlet arm out stretched he pointed to the gate above where the spearmen where gathering pitch barrels.
"They will try to drop pitch on ram! When they show their barrels kill them!" Vicarion ordered simply. Men guarding the gates taking a knee one of them took an arrow to the throat and Victarion frowned.
"Shields! Come on guard the archers! Infront of them!" the men with rectangular shields moved and knelt before the archers guarding them.
"HEAVE!" eyes on the battlements Victarion watched for the pitch, just after another banging on the gate the pitch barrels came to view and the men attending them.
"There kill the bastards!" on order the archers took aim and the arrows flew past Vicatrion the first few missed then two hit the pitch but two found their marks the defenders scrambled and Victarion ordered another volley and luck was on their side as the night sky light up a lit pitch barrel was about to be hurl when an arrow found a man that fell on it bringing him with it and a fire quickly spread luckly the dark man and the old man escaped the blaze as the gatehre pitch exploded and Victarion had to calm his horse as the defenders scattered. And the flames spread. His men yelled and their moral boosted up making the Iron Captain grin under his helmet this battle wasn't over anytime soon.
"Uerk! The gate come on!" Victarion was growing hungry for battle, his axe craved blood and he wanted to face that huge man and the Ironmaker grinned when the next few bangs brought a cracking sounds.
"Soon Catpain soon!" the man said and Victarion merely nodded. The walls where in disarray after that failed tactic and the ram was almost through. Trotting back he looked to the battlements to look for his opponent but could seem to find him.
"HEAVE!" the wood splintered again and then after more pounding a breach was made small but enough for a man to turn on his side and slip through.
"Move the ram! Break a bigger fucking hole! Now through the breach!" Order Victatarion and his men yelled going through the breached door.
Rami
Rami paled he was with Jojen Meera and holding a spear Osha, who had been let to fight after she told thems he would not die or be raped by some Iron fucker. Rami had allowed her such and she had been his constant shadow inside the keep along with Rickon. His little brother scared was holding unto him and Rami fearing things. One of the levies had come blood covered and shaking saying breach had been made on the doors and the Iron Born where getting inside.
"Rami, the tide is here if we do not leave we shall be swallowed whole" Rami watched the levy looked freaful at the thought of Rami abandoning them.
"No! I won't abanon my people! We will fight" Rami said and the levy looked hopeful and nodded eagerly.
"I will tell the men my lord! We will fight until our deaths!" Rami nodded firmly and the man left.
"Have you no sense of urgency Jojen!" Rami said loudly even making Meera jump a little.
"Aye that is why we must leave" Jojen replied calm as the sea in summer. Shaggydog and Summer looked up from their resting. They were in first keep and the southron gate was now breached, Rami was groing angrier and more desperate the defense of the castle was failing their numbers would not last and he feared his men would break.
"Bran we have to move, we won't survivce the tide, we must leave your destiny" Jojen was interrupted again by Bran.
"What destiny! You speak of me saving everyone from some enemy of man, but I can't even save my people! You should have gone to Lloyd!" Rami said bitter.
"He knows how to fight, he knows how to lead men he would have beaten back the Iron Born" Rami said feeling tears sting at his eyes and he quickly rubbed them away.
"Your brother has his own part to play, but yours is north Rami, the three eyed raven will help you" Rami gritted his teeth, he was scared and he didn't want to fail his people. So with that in mind he stood and began walkng to the court yard.
"Rami!" Meera called but Rami merely stopped.
"I can't leave them, they need me" Rami said and swallowed his fear and went to the court yard. The raiders where unrelenting they didn't stop the charge and it was hours into the night now. When he went out of his solar, he found the smallfolk huddled together with their children and eldery with what meager processions they could gather.
"my lord" they looked on to him with fear and hope in their eyes, and Rami felt an overwhelming pressure on his shoulders, pursing lips he held his head high and offered them comfort.
"Please be breave we are the blood of the first men, ours is the toughest who bent not to the Andals and the Targaryen's only held us by dragons. We are wolves and we shall survive the winter while our enemy dies in our fields" Rami said and walked on as the smallfolk gave him praise and asked the gods to protect him. Osha was behind him as she followed she spoke to him with a voice he could not read.
"What will you m'lord the attackers at your wall crave blood and will spare no one" she spoke caring not who heard her. Rami for what he hope was worth something did not weaver in his reply.
"Aye but they will find no people to rape or muder" he spoke and Osha looked to him with a raised brow.
"So you will run? That is good your too young to die here little lord" she said this time with some kind of affection Rami found almost foreign for a woman who was more or less his prisoner still.
"I want to save my people and this Iron Born will not stop until they are dead and he has me" Rami said and he had briefly entertained the thought of giving himself over to spare his people. That however was a fool's errand these marauders wanted plunder gold and women. Rami had seen so many girls cower in fear no doubt they had seen what happened to women when the Iron Born got their hands on them. He would allow that not. On the court yard he found the back ranks resting bloodied and batter men at arms tried their best to keep the levies from breaking. Rami taking a deep breath yelled over the sounds of dying men and clash of steel.
"MEN!" Rami yelled and the men turned to their lord a bit confused at seeing him.
"My lord! We have been breached you should return inside" a levy of all said he was seasoned greying hair and he held his spear with shaking hands.
"I am afraid!" Rami continued regardless.
"I am very afraid, but not of the enemy, I am afraid I cannot protect you I am afraid that
I can't join you on the battlement because I can't hold a sword like my brothers" Rami said and the men watched quietly. Rami continued head held high hoping his words reached his men.
"I am afraid of failing everyone that looks on to me today to be their lord! However I know you are afraid as well, for your families and your loved ones, so I will tell you why I stand here with fear but not without courage. My father told me this and I will and shall forever carry this along with the responsibility of guarding my people. A man can only be brave when he is afraid, right now we are all afraid, but I can promise you we are a lot braver than the cowards at our doors!" Rami finished and the men all cheered down the ranks.
"Go! Defend your families, because your courage will safeguard them forever more!" Rami finished and ordred a levy.
"Bring me Ser Rodrik! I have orders for him" the Levy nodded eagerly and left. With another coming to him.
"My Lord! The right wall is lost! A man with plate and a great axe is calling for a Stark, we tried killing him my lord, but the bastard shrugged off our spears and killed his way through the wall to get to you" he gasped.
"Don't worry about me hold your ground your family will be safe I promise you" he turned to Osha.
"Osha! Tell my uncle he should be inside with Maester Luwin, to gather the smallfolk and go to the North Gate we shall evacuate the smallfolk" Osha looked at him for a moment and nodded leaving him. Leaving him Rami was alone for a bit watching the chaos unfold until he got
Rodrik to come over he was coated in blood and he looked more tired after fighting for so long.
"My Lord! You should be" Rami cut him off.
"Rodrik I'm taking the smallfolk out of here, I need you to buy us time…I, I'm sorry I don't know what else to do" He wanted to apologize because though it killed him he made his choice he was going to leave the garrison to die so he could save the smallfolk. Rodrik nodded firmly and seemed unphased by his order.
"My Lord the gods guard you, save our people I shall hold my post until the last man" he said and turned to the men.
"Men! To me men! Kill these cunts and give no ground!" Rodrik yelled and ran for the battle to kill the Iron Born coming through the gate. Turning Rami left to help organize the escape, if he was right the overwhelming force at the southron gate meant that no scouts would be around the rest of the keep. He prayed the old gods gave him the strength to guide them. He only hoped they wouldn't be pursued further.
Victarion
Victarion had grown tired of waiting for the gate to be fully caved open so he took to the battlements when he hit the left wall the defenders broke before his axe. He slaughtered them by the score and they fled like cowards denying him the fight he desperately wanted. So now a force behind him he cut his way through the men on the court yard of the old keep finding his opponent. A guard with shield and sword came at him and with a mighty swing he shattered the shield to splinters and buried his axe into his opponent's chest. His opponent wheezed and Victarion gave him mercy taking his head, another came at him with his spear and Victarion both gauntlets on his axe parried the steady stabs for his face. Grabbing the shaft of the spear he went forward breaking the spear with his axe. The spearman instead of running won Victarions respect as he pulled a kitchen knife of all things and ran for him. So Victarion jabbed the broken spear into the man's shoulders and he screamed. Before Victarion split his skull with his axe blood spilled and splattered on the kraken on his breast plate. The defenders where now fighting with every ounce a fiber of their being. Victarion hadn't felt so alive in ages, every man was fighting with everything. He lost count of the men he killed that kicked bit and crawled to fight him. He would forever tell the tale of the bastard that tried to bite his grievers after Victarion cut his chest open and he had grabbed one of his legs trying to stop him. A spearman came for him he was young and fiery no doubt inspired to end this bloody siege by killing the commander.
"Come boy! Prove your metal!" Victarion said holding his axe the boy clumsy clearly never have held a spear before tried to stab him but Victarion parried the strikes before he broke the spear and kicked the boy down.
"Die knowing you fought braver than most men I know" Victarion said and the boy fear evident never faltered looked his killer in the eye. I hope am given a son like this in the future Victarion thought. With the way these Northerners fought he was thinking of taking a woman from here as his wife. She would bare him a true son but he would think on that after his enemy was broken and dead. Swinging his axe down his trike went wide as a man barged into his shoulder.
"Run lad come on!" his new attacker said and Victarion turned and smirked with glee, the old man was still alive and kicking and by the gore on his leather and mail. He was doing more than well.
"Old man! Your name! I must have it!" Victarion asked. When he did so he watched one of his men tried to kill the man from behind only for the man to turn push the man forward slashing his back, the old man was good.
"Ser Rodrik Cassel! Master of Arms of Winterfell" he obliged, his eyes showing no fear no fury but concentration and the will of a true warrior.
"I am Victarion Greyjoy! You will be a man worth killing!" Victarion not waiting for more he charged Rodrik and clashed with him. The old man parried Victarions axe and stepped back when he went for his midsection.
"Raah!" another defender tried his luck and Victarion swung up knocking the spear up and before bringing it down on the defenders skull and continued for Rodrik. They clashed blades again and the man got a few clean hits on his breast plate and his helm. Victarion roared in fury and swung down and as he planned Rodrik blocked with his sword and Victraion pulled down hooking Rodrik's sword with his axe he pulled down. Rodrik however was no greenboy to fall for that and slid his sword and threw a punch catching the side of Victarion's helm. Going with the momentum Victarion swung wide and Rodrik ducked under the axe. He went for his grievers trying to get the back of his knee and slike hiss word on it but Victarion stepped back his mail protecting the back of his knee. However Victarion barreled forward and swung his axe exchanging strikes once more before Victarion brought his helm down on Rodrik's face. The old man staggered and Victarion capitalized on the movement and with the steel butt of his axe he hit Rodrik across the face. The old knight thrust his sword and Victraion grunted moving his head aside as the blind stab nearly went through his eye slit he felt his neck got nicked a little on the side. However it was over and Victarions wung his axe down on Rodrik's shoulder and buried it cutting through bone. Sword slipped from his hand and the old knight was on his knee.
"Well fought" Victarion complemented and pulled his axe free and before Rodrik could fall to die gasping for breath Victarion took his head from his shoulders. Kneeling he picked up the head and raised it above his head and yelled in victory his men followed suit in a matter of hours Winterfell would be theirs and Victarion would finally wipe that stain of dishonor that his nephew left by being kept here and House Gryejoy's humiliation.
"What is dead may never die only rise stronger and better!" yelled Victarion.
Tyrion
The smallfolk where gathered they were exiting the Northen Gate as fast as they could and the gambit had paid off. No scouts to have the Iron Born come around to get them. Tyrion was with the Wilding woman Osha trying to find Rami he had been checking for the last of the smallfolk. Into the Godswood he found him with Maester Luwin and the simple stable boy, or ox in Tyrion's opinon Hodor.
"Rami! The court yard will fall any minute we must leave now!" Tyrion said as the last ran to the Galss Garderns.
"Aye let us go" Rami said and turned to Hodor Shaggydog and Summer with him. Just then in burst Iron born five of them and they ran for them.
"Stark boy! You're coming with me!" yelled the lead Iron born with a breast plate and helm.
"Ram…run!" Tyrion said and trotted away as fast as his smaller legs could take him Osha spear raised fought the first raider that got to her while Summer and Shaggydog attacked the others.
"Hodor!" the simpleton said and Tyron to his mounting shame was picked up like a sack under his arm with incredible strength and ran for it. With difficulty he tried turning to see the lead Iron born chase them.
"Faster Hodor!" Rami yelled ahead of them, and they entered the glass gardens and ran for the Norhten Gate. Turning they got cut off by another Iron Born and Hodor let Tyrion down the small man grunting as he fell none too gently on the ground.
"I was going to take you to Victraion but now I'll just take your fucking head!" the Iron Born spat and came at them the reaver at the front tried coming for him but Tyrion saw him get taken down by one of the Direwolves. While Osha showed up behind them no worse for wear. Hodor ran past him with Rami and Tyrion tripped. Falling on his face he turned and the Iron born was on him.
"Die you fucker!" he yelled an Tyrion gritted his teeth almost felt like he was going to piss himelf.
"Hodor!" the fool yelled and his nephew yelled for him as well.
"Uncle!" he sounded griefed and torn. Tyrion only hoped he would be fine by himself.
"RAAAAH!" the Iron Born was cut off as the old master Luwin jumped on his beack and drove a small balde into the man's side. Knocking him off the Iron born angry broke the maesters nose with a single punch. Tyrion despite himself stood up but a swift kick to his side discouraged that. Looking up the wilding woman Osha ran to help him but she wouldn't make it Tyrion fruitlessly turned to his attacker on his side trying to crawl away from him. Shit way to die Tyrion thought and felt bad for the master that got a sword through his heart. He liked Maester Luwin a good partner to read books with and now he was a corpse. Tyrion kept trying to crawl but the Iron born in two strides reached him.
"RAAGH" he was cut off and Tyrionf let blood trickle on his face. From the gaped mouth of the reaver a sword stuck out of his open mouth while the reaver dropped his sword clattering by Tyrion. The blade from his mouth was flat parallel to the ground meaning the attacker was able to slide it between his breast plate and helm gap. Slidng the sword out Tyrion would never believe how happy he was to see Bronn.
"He talked too much" the sellsword said and helped Tyrion up hurrying him along to Rami.
"What happened to the forces at the front?" Tyrion asked holding his side as they made it to the gate Rami looked to Bronn. The sellsword did not mince words.
"They killed the old man, some guy in armor and great axe, took his fucking head. Now the raiders are passing it around" Bronn said and Tryion heard his nephew push down a sob.
"Well let's leave before they finish the job" said Osha and Rami only grunted Meera and Jojen waited for them at the gate. Rami nodded to them and firmly went forward. Rickon eyes red from crying merely followed his brother holding his hand. The party silent and sad marched if it could be called that west to the white knife morning had reached them and looking back only brought the smallfolk misery and finally after being relatively safe, quite a number of them cried as in the distance pillums of smoke could be seen. Winterfell had fallen and Tyrion knew enough abot Iron born to know they were putting the whole castle to the torch. Finding his nephews Rickon had finally gone to bed. Rami by the river was standing with Meera and Jojen Reed.
"Uncle" Rami said voice hollow, something Tyrion wished a young lad like him should never hear.
"Rami…you did what you had to, they died knowing their families would not be subject to the reavers whims. Tyrion tried but his nephew spoke quickly.
"It wasn't enough…it wasn't nearly enough" eyes closed Rami spoke.
"I'm leaving" he said and Tyrion spoke instantly.
"Rami this is not time to just believe in these…visions" he hated acknowledging them. the visions the warg powers Rami had clearly shown.
"Uncle, I understand know I don't have the power to protect my people, but if find the three eyed raven I can find the power to make that right" Rami said and Tyrion as he watched his nephew act like a lord, he remembred something. Rami's name day was a few days ago, something that he had always remembered about his nephews and nieces. However with the bloody mess of being attacked all the time, he was worried about just keeping them alive.
"Rami" his nephew just turned nine, on the year of 299 A.C. sighing Tyrion did not now what to do.
"Rami I can't just let you go I made a promise" Tyrion said and Rami smiled.
"I know uncle, but I will talk with you once we make save our people, we will make for White Harbor on the morrow" he said and left to his tent that some smallfolk donated for him. Tyrion nodded and found himself a place to sleep on the hard ground with rocks and no pillow, a far cry from his soft bed in Winterfell.
"They're gone" Tyrion awoke with a start his head hurt along with his body after sleeping on the ground. Bronn had shaken him away and was looking at him expectantly.
"What?" Tyrion said his brain still waking up.
"Your nephew he's gone took with him his wolves and the other two swamp kids, the little one is still here though, crying asking for his brother, the spear woman is with him now" Tyrion closed his eyes and held his head. He should have known, the young rarely listen because he sure as hell didn't listen.
"What now?" Bronn asked standing looking around the people.
"White Harbor, Rami said to go to White Harbor it's the closest thing to a city North of the Neck, we can save these people there and I can try and contact…shit I'll take any Stark at this point" Tyrion sighed. Too much has happened, he just wished this damn war was over.
Well alright next chapter ready, the fall of Winterfell I hope I was able to properly portray Victartion he's one of my favorite Greyjoys because how straight he plays things. Still man poor Rami couldn't catch a break, he was screwed over btw, I'm thinking of another game of thrones story while on the mood, so look forward for the first chapter of that being posted soon enough, until then enjoy this chapter and the more to come!
Tfranco9: Ah good someone remembers Dany's dreams, heh as for the red haired man? I can honestly say he isn't Royce, however we shall see, my friend we shall see.
L'etranger0: Ah to hear from you again I'm glad you liked it! Ye's poor Jon had his heart broken I feel bad for him but it had to be done. Yes Lloyd is indeed trying to be his own man even more we shall see how this ends after all. Maybe his decisions will work out for him or maybe not.
