Hi sorry for the lack of updates lately school work has really been taking up alot of my time.
But to make up for this the next main chapter will be extra long.
In addition to that I've been watching the history and lore shorts and while I work on the main chapter I decided to do a few, to help reveal Osric's past.
So most if not all of these will be from Osric's POV.
I was only a child of when war had once again been brought to the realm. As I played with my siblings both true and bastard born in the courtyard of Winterfell, Maester Luwin had brought a message delivered by raven. The Lannister fleet had been sunk, Seaguard was under siege, and Balon Greyjoy named himself king rising up in rebellion. As my father ready his armor and called the banners I had asked him again, and again to allow me to join him at war.
"A war is no place for a young boy." My father had said, funny considering all he had told me before.
Told me I lived up to my namesake as a young warrior. Told me of how a showed more swordsman promise than either of my brothers. He who had said I was the greatest captain he had ever seen in his life!...He had once told me that men tend to take after the conditions of their birth. I was born at the very beginning of a civil war that tore the realm in two, conceived on my parent's wedding night at the start of the war. Warfare and combat were all I thought about, hell a year before I was named Captain of Winterfell's guard and taught under one of the finest swordsmen I knew Ser Rodrik Cassel.
So as my Father shared one last night with my mother, I bid my siblings farewell, gathered my crew and made haste for White Harbor. Stannis Baratheon had wanted to turn me away, to send me to my father but we both knew he didn't just need ships, he needed men who knew how to sail them. So it was there at Fair Isles's strait that we smashed the Iron fleet leaving the Iron Islands open to attack.
After the battle I meet with my father and the king, and despite my assistance my father demanded I head north and home. I honestly can't tell what made me stay, the hunger for battle, the lust for glory, or maybe it twas the wolf blood in my veins urging me forth. I stood clear of my father and Stannis heading instead to assist Barristan The Bold at Old Wyk. Some remnants of the Greyjoy fleet escaped and guarded the island making hell for the landing ships. I however in my Ironwood ship tore through their longboats saving Selmy's life in the process, as well as sending Aeron Greyjoy into the depths of the sea.
With my battlefield mind we ran circles around the Ironborn capturing Old Wyk for the crown and trapping Balon on Pyke. After the final battle as the flames died down. Ser Barristan received a reply to the request he had made to the king. At dawn on the deck of my ship, I was knighted on the authority of King Robert Baratheon and my prescience was requested at Pyke. The rest is history Balon kneeled to rise another day, Theon joined my family at Winterfell, and my mother gave me a scolding that could make a sailor blush.
Although something else had happened that year. The rebellion was the first step towards me becoming the man I am today. My actions had made me realize my father was not always right, that had I obeyed him the war would have went longer and cost more lives. Instead I got my first taste of true battle and war, became a knight and also earned a nickname in the Iron Islands. The Demon Wolf Of The North.