Planeswalker Gothic

Game of Thrones 10

Winterfell. The North.

"State your reason for entry... Lady Stark!" The guard at the gate manged to say as Sansa lowered her hood. "Baron Gothic, and Jon Snow! What are you all doing here?".

I spoke for the group as the young lady couldn't speak, and Jon didn't seem to know what to say. Hardly surprising given what had happened and King's Landing, as well as our odd method of escape. As for Samwell, I worried that I'd broken him.

"There's no time to waste, we must speak with Lady Stark and Lord Robb at once" I said.

Which thankfully he did allow, and we raced off to the Great Hall. Within I saw Robb, who was sitting at the head table, face scrunched up in concentration as he read through documents of different kinds, trying to make sense of it all I guessed.

Maester Luwin stood nearby, patiently observing his Lord do his duties, while the Lady Catelyn rifled through papers of her own. Nearby, little Rickon was being entertained by both Shaggydog and Grey Wind, the two great beasts working together to keep the little boy distracted.

Bran and Summer were not here and I worried that the boy might have already gone North of the Wall. I'd have to check on him later.

Arya was no were around either, but that didn't worry me as she had no reason to leave Winterfell. Lord Stark had wisely not taken his younger daughter with him, he wouldn't have taken Sansa I was sure if not for the fact that she was suppose to have married the prince.

"Robb! Mother!" Sansa shouted out, before racing towards them as if her life depended on it.

Lady Catelyn Stark got over her shock more quickly than her son. She was at least able to attempt speaking. Not that she did very well.

Robb looked unsure of what he was supposed to do in this situation, other than get hugged by sister. After a while the young lord managed to extricate himself, and ask what was going on.

"What's going on?" he asked, trying to sound like the lord he was "Why are you here?"

He then looked at Jon.

"Where's father?" he demanded to know.

That could take a while to explain. Things had happened so fast. The King and his Hand had gone hunting, and I'd popped out, having decided to deal with Lord Balish now rather than later.

Then when I'd returned to the the Tower of the Hand there had been Lannister men had been everywhere. Yelling stuff about the king having been murdered by the Hand, and that the prince had nearly been kidnapped.

Thankfully Jon had protected Sansa, and I'd take Samwell with me when going out so he was okay too. Jon had used his new sword well, killing a load of Lannister men.

"Robb.." Jon wasn't even sure where to start.

I did know.

"Lord Stark might be dead." I said simply. "Everyone else who went south is dead. We're the only ones that survived the slaughter. Jon and I grabbed Sansa, we fled I'm not ashamed to say.

It didn't take long for someone to react.

"WHAT!?" Robb's shocked exclamation echoed in the Great Hall.

No one spoke for a few moments as Jon and I shared a glance, debating which of us would tell the full tale.

"That's impossible!" Robb argued instantly. "We've received no such word from King's Landing, and you can't have arrived here before the ravens".

Normally that would be true.

"It only took us a few hours to get here." I said simply.

Sansa spoke for the first time since we'd fled.

"He made flying horses appear" she said.

I'd used white mana to create two pegasi, one to be ridden by two people, and we'd flown here. Not that I'd enjoyed it, due to my dislike of heights, I really needed to learn now to teleport. Plus riding pegasi was weird when you'd spent time with talking version of the mystical creatures.

"You.. what..." Robb stammered "How did you do that?"

I stifled a wince as I recalled that Robb had never seen my magic in action, nor even knew of its existence.

"How do you think Bran was miraculously healed?" I asked him.

It didn't take him long to start sussing things out.

"That was you?" Robb asked. "You..."

Lady Stark put a hand on her son's shoulder.

"Its true Robb" his mother said "The Baron healed Bran, he's a warlock of some kind".

That was actually insulting. I was no mere dabbler.

"Take Rickon to his room" Robb ordered "He's too young to hear such things".

It seemed as the young lord was ready to take charge.

"Of course, Lord Robb." Maester Luwin said and led the boy out.

Then Lord Stark, the new one if his father was indeed dead, ordered me to tell him everything. And I told them what happened; everything but Jon's knighthood as that was only distract from what was important.

"It was the Lannisters, and that scumbag Baelish was in on too I'll bet" I finished by saying.

Littlefinger had been very surprised to see me, at least for a moment, then he'd been all charm and smiles. I'd dump him off somewhere nasty when I had the time. For now he could stay in the card I'd tricked him into.

"Baelish." Catelyn said, shaking her head. "Why would you suspect Petyr?".

That was hard to answer without insulting her.

"He's become quite the player in the game" I told Lady Stark "I warned Lord Stark not to trust him. He sucks up to the Lannisters, but I doubt he's loyal to them".

Heck I warned Lord Stark never to go south, but no one listened to me.

"So do you want my help?" I asked bluntly. "I'll help you against the Lannisters, but if you don't want a magic user around I understand it might hinder you when you gather your army".

People could be funny around magic. Even the northerners, who were not as fanatical about their faith as those that worshipped the Seven, could fear my powers.

"Hinder us?" Robb repeated as if he didn't understand the words. "You healed Bran. You saw that justice was served to those who attacked him. You and Jon saved Sansa".

Robb paused to let all of that sink in. I noticed Bran and Ayra, who must have come in because they heard shouting, were giving me unreadable looks. Bran's opinion mattered more to me as he'd been told magic didn't exist by the Maester, who'd been lying to protect me, and now people were taking about me being a mage. It must be confusing, and he was meant to the new three eyed raven, he needed to believe in magic.

"You have done nothing but good towards my family, Gothic" the young lord was now saying "Please stay and aid us".

My spirits lifted, and I smiled. It was nice to be accepted for who I really was.

"Now I'm going to call the banners" Robb told everyone "The Lannisters came into our home and nearly killed Bran. Now they've taken over King's Landing after killing our rightful ruler. They might have father alive, if so we're going to save him, and if he's dead we'll avenge him. We're going to war".

I was oddly thrilled by the idea.

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Winterfell. The North.

The news of my capabilities travelled all over the North like wildfire in the weeks that followed. Apparently Robb had decided that telling everyone he had a powerful wizard on his side was a good idea. I'd never asked him to keep it silent so it was partly my own fault.

Lord after Lord answered Robb's call to arms, proudly displaying their banners as they were welcomed by the Starks. The Karstark Sunburst. The Manderly Merman. The Glover Fist. The Mormont Bear. The Cerwyn Battle-Axe. The Bolton Flayed-Man. The Hornwood Moose. The Umber Chains. And many others were now displayed along with the Stark Direwolf. Even the sigil of House Gothic was displayed on one wall. The shooting star and castle on black looked rather good.

As I admired the banners, the Greatjon, or Jon Umber, the Lord of the Last Hearth, head of his house, came over to me. He was a large man, easily over six feet tall, heavily muscled, he needed them to carry that monstrous sword that was slung over his shoulder. He'd fit right in fighting bandits in Skyrim I imagined

"Lord Jon Umber" I said "Greetings my lord".

He gave me a nod.

"And you're the famous mage" he relied "The Baron"

I didn't respond immediately as I was wondering if he was going to yell 'burn the witch' some time soon

"Yes" I finally said.

He smiled.

"Heard it was you who healed young Brandon Stark and it was you who made the first Varlyian steel sword in hundreds of year" he said "and that you can make magic armour and weapons".

I wondered where all this was going.

"Yes." I repeated, though I didn't elaborate on the subject.

The big man actually looked bashful.

"Could you make me a great sword" he requested

I took out a card called Greatsword, it gave a +3 to attack and then I called upon my power and the card transformed into a big sword. It wasn't as stylish as some I'd made but it looked very well made.

"Bloody hell" he said "How'd you do that?".

For once I decided to tell the truth.

"I drew power from the land all around us, and shaped into that sword using my powers" I explained "The card you saw was a template for the sword".

Then I passed the sword to Lord Umber.

"Its not Varlyian steel" I told him "but it will make you even more fearsome in battle. Consider it a gift from House Gothic to House Umber".

The man took the sword and spent some time admiring it.

"Are you heading to the Great Hall, as well?" I then asked.

"Aye." The Greatjon replied as we passed through the courtyard and made our way into the Hall "Lord Robb is assembling a war council."

The Great Hall was as large as ever, though its table layout had changed slightly to accommodate the war council. Three Long tables were arranged in a broken triangle, with each Lord taking his seat with no order of importance.

Jon was standing by the side. Robb had invited him personally to this meeting, but he did not take a seat next to Robb, likely due to to looks from Catelyn. I guessed even saving her daughter's life still wasn't enough. But he was a knight now and therefore a noble, even if was of low rank, she couldn't simply order him out of Winterfell.

"Ah, you're here." Robb said taking notice of our presence, as the other lords turned to look at us.

Most of them focused on the Greatjon for a few moments, before switching their attention to me. They stared in fascination for a few moments, before Robb cleared his throat and motioned for us to take our seats. We both complied, though I took a moment to turn to Jon.

"Ser Jon." I said, motioning to the empty spot next to me "You can sit here"

A few silent moments passed, before Jon nodded and assumed his seat. Lady Catelyn looked scandalised. The remainder of the Lords looked on disapprovingly, but were distracted from that when Robb, began speaking.

"My Lord Father is dead or imprisoned somewhere" he said bluntly. "And the Lannisters have taken control of King's Landing"

Then there was a lot of noise, as each Lord yelled in shock, dismay, and disbelief.

"The King, Robert Baratheon, has also been slain." Robb added, once he could be heard "It was orchestrated by none other than the former Queen, Cersei of House Lannister, the same woman who had my younger brother, Brandon, pushed off a tower to hide her infidelity and incest".

Her infidelity was a moot point, at least in my view, as King Robert had fucked loads of women while married, but a person was judged by their own sins, not by sins of others. However just because Robert was not loyal did absolve the former queen of her own sins. Not that this mattered much anyway as she'd ordered her brother to kill Bran. Compared to that cheating on her husband wasn't such a big deal, although fucking her twin brother was a sign of how messed up she was.

"Anything else we should know?" Lord Bolton enquired.

Robb turned to him, and answered.

"During your journeys to Winterfell, my lords, we received a few ravens from King's Landing, as well as other locations, and the contents are...

He paused for a few moments, and I didn't think it was for dramatic effect. I figured he actually had trouble finding the right words.

"The missive from King's Landing stated that Cersei's son, Joffrey, has been installed as the King." Robb said gravely "We've also been told that King Robert died during a hunting accident, which my lord father is being blamed for".

While accidents did happen, somehow I couldn't see Ned Stark just standing around while his friend got killed.

"We heard more recently that a letter was found in the King's Chambers, declaring that Cersei was to pardoned" Robb informed.

There was even more bad news, and highly unlikely as King Robert wasn't a man to change his mind once he'd decided on something. At least not easily.

"In the Red Keep it is now being loudly proclaimed as truth that my late father was a traitor to the realm who tried to murder King, staging an accident, in an attempt to usurp the throne" Robb told everyone.

Now, that got a response.

"Ned Stark, a traitor, an oath-breaker?" The Greatjon boomed, his voice easily drowning out all other noise "The North will become a great, bleeding desert before that day comes".

A chorus of "Ayes" were heard, echoing in the large hall.

"Another set of letters came in, from Highgarden, as well as Storm's End." Robb continued "Apparently, Lord Renly Baratheon has laid a claim on the Crown, stating that the children of Cersei are not of Baratheon descent and are in fact the Kingslayers's children. Which makes them bastards. He's already allied himself with the Tyrells of the Reach, and intends to crown himself as King".

Again, the room broke out in an uproar, though much more subdued than before, the various Lords having realised that this wasn't just Robb' revenge. The Kingdoms were fracturing themselves. Someone even yelled something hard to hear about lions and incest.

"What about Stannis? He is the elder." Lady Catelyn asked "If Cersi's children are her brothers, then Stannis is next in line".

A few among the gathered people nodded in agreement.

"Aye, I agree." Robb said. "By the laws of succession, and, if Renly's claims are true, then Stannis Baratheon should become the King of Westeros. But, there's more".

When it rains it pours.

"It came in this morning." Robb said, eyeing the message for a few seconds. "From Lord Stannis Baratheon of Dragonstone. Like his brother, Lord Renly, Lord Stannis claims that Cersei Lannister's children are not of his family. Lord Stannis Baratheon has also staked a claim on the Iron Throne, proclaiming himself to be the King".

This was a total fustercluck in the making.

"Three Kings, then?" Lord Boltan summarised "Renly Baratheon with the might of the Reach and the Stormlands. Stannis Baratheon with his large fleet of ships and the vassals of Dragonstone. And Joffrey Baratheon with the backing of the Westerlands and control of King's Landing. All three claiming to be the King of the Seven Kingdoms".

And more kings to come.

"Aye, Lord Bolton." Robb said. "That is correct."

No one spoke for a while so I did.

"The Lannisters are the real enemy" I told the lords "They've proven to have no honour, and given what happened here at Winterfell I believe that Joffrey is the Kingslayers's son. Also I've heard that Joffery is a cruel boy, very spoilt by his mother. The Tarygans married brother to sister and we all know how that ended. In madness".

There were a few grunts of agreement.

"That leaves Renly Baratheon, or Stannis Baratheon, as possible allies" Robb said, taking control of the conversation " But, who to pick? By laws of succession, Stannis should be the King. But, then again, by laws of succession, the Mad King's children should have been the heirs to the throne. Renly has the backing of two kingdoms, one of which sells grains and livestock to the other realms. Including the North, food we'll need come winter".

There were some murmurs at that.

"That leaves us no closer to knowing who to ally ourselves with." an older northern lord stated.

Robb nodded.

"I was getting to that." he said "Now my aunt controls the Vale, my grandfather rules the Riverlands. With us that makes three allied kingdoms, who can also ally with the Stormlands, and the Reach against the Westerlands. Stannis has the fleet, but no real army, or the means to support them. He's not as well as Renly who I am sure would ally with us".

Lady Catelyn spoke next.

"My sister, the Lady Lysa, has not sent a single letter from the Eyrie" she said.

Which was a lie, as she had sent a letter with a warning, perhaps Lady Stark was just omitting that fact to protect her sister.

"Moreover, my uncle, Ser Brynden Tully, has sent me a message telling me that Lady Lysa refuses to leave the Eyrie, and has closed the Vale's borders to any outside influence. I believe she does not wish to participate in the war to come, despite the death of Lord Jon Arryn, another suspicious death linked to the former Queen Cersei"

Murmurs rose once more at that declaration. If only she knew it was her own sister who had killed Jon Arryn.

"That still leaves the Riverlands" another lord sad.

Robb smiled, and I was sure he had good news.

"Lord Hoster Tully has agreed to join forces with us. Likely, because the Lannister army is already moving. In the past wars between the Seven Kingdoms have cause the decimation of the Riverlands; he wishes to prevent this I'm sure".

A cheer broke out at that declaration,

"But, that still leaves us in the same predicament as before." Lord Bolton was now saying "The way I see it, there are really only two choices: the first choice is to follow the laws of succession and join our forces with those of Stannis Baratheon, who has little in the way of fighting men; the second choice is to discard the laws of succession and join with Renly Baratheon, focusing your forces on destroying the Lannisters and placing a true Baratheon on the throne. However the brother we don't side with will declare us as their enemy".

I felt a bit of admiration creep into me. Despite his family's habit of flaying people, this was a man with a brain, and he knew how to use it.

They all turned to Robb, who had his eyes closed in deep contemplation.

"Lannisters tried to murder my brother, they might have killed my father too" Robb said in a deceptive calmness, though his eyes were furious. "I will not allow any of their brood to sit on the Iron Throne. I mean to see them dead. My father will be avenged, my brother will be avenged. Who will aid in me in this!"

That drew a cheer, and when it calmed down we got back to business.

"And, the Baratheon Kings?" Roose Bolton asked softly.

It was still a good question.

"Here's what I think of these two Kings!" The Greatjon boomed, before spitting to the side, garnering a laugh from those attending the war council.

Lord Bolton frowned, but said nothing in return.

"I will not alienate the Baratheon brothers, just yet." Robb decided after thinking some "We will claim neutrality until we are forced to chose. First we much march south and aid my grandfather and uncle in saving the Riverlands, which are at great risk. Once we have joined with our allies, then we will strike together at whoever stands between us and King's Landing".

The logistics of this war would prove a nightmare, which was why Maester Luwin, as well some other Maesters who had accompanied the invited Lords, soon joined us, helping everyone figure out what the expenses would be in terms of food, equipment, mounts, and supplies. Which roads needed to be maintained, where to raise more levies and where to find more men.

I found it all interesting and intended to learn as much about warfare as I could. Perhaps one day I'd be leading armies and conquering kingdoms.

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Smithy. Wintefell.

The lords of the north had seemed leery of my magic, at first. Then people had started getting gifts and they found a way to rationalise their new respect towards me.

I'd told Lord Umber that my power came from the land, he'd informed others that the sword I'd made him came from the magic of nature, he'd misunderstood and was now going around telling people he had a sword made from magic and that I'd been taught by the Children of the Forest.

Who did work metal according to the legends, but he didn't let a little thing like facts get in the way of making his new sword seem more awesome.

Most people in the north knew the Children of the Forest existed, or had existed, and that they were magical beings. They also believed giants lived north of the wall. So having a magic user around wasn't as worrying to them as it would have been to people down south.

So I was now spending my time at the Smithy, taking apart artefact's for the raw materials needed to enchant existing weapons and armour. I didn't want to offend any lords and knights, of which there were a few in the north, by giving them a magical item another VIP already had

Robb had given me ten Winterfell guards to be placed under Jon's command as my personal guard. I intended to make them the most dangerous warriors in the world by enchanting everything they wore in battle which was time consuming.

At least things were a little easier since I'd taken the time to revisit Stormwind. I'd gotten Samwell skills in Engineering and Enchanting so that he could at least assist me in my work. Also Jon had picked up some extra fighting skills. Sam too only he didn't use a sword he was better with a mace, it he could hit things if he had to.

Samwell had accepted magic more easily than I would have imagined. Seeing Stormwind had made him very happy, and to suddenly gain a magical skill also pleased him. He wasn't having much with the enchanting, as he wasn't a mage, but he was good at Engineering. He could handle some of the enchanting work for me, such as sorting out the materials, and taking notes of which lord requested what.

"Your weapons and armour will serve us well" Robb was saying to me as I studied an enchantment recipe.

He had to understand that I was not making immortal warriors. Magic weapons and amour would help the lords, as the other higher ranking warriors, but that didn't mean the artifacts would do the work for them.

"That doesn't mean that the men wearing them are invincible" I warned "Don't let the knights and lords get overconfident".

Thankfully he sometimes listened to advice.

"Too true." Robb agreed. "A spear to the face or through the neck would ignore the armour altogether. But, do not make light of what you've given us. The lords of the north don't have much compared to southern lords. We're always looked down upon, now we have magical weapons, its giving them a boost to their pride".

Hopefully they wouldn't get too prideful.

"And you've solved our third biggest problem" the young lord was now saying "the first and second being managing our food stores while on the march, and the second is not having enough men, but at least we have the funding required to keep campaigning".

The loot that Aegon the Conquerer had left behind, combined with my ability to conjure bags of money, had greatly eased the burden this war would be on Winterfell's treasury.

"If we make it through this war." Robb said "I will give you anything you want. A castle, more land, whatever it is you wish"

Well it would be nice to have somewhere to call home even when I went back to travelling.

"When we win this war, you mean" I heard Jon say.

He was no help with the enchanting, so Ser Whitewolf was keeping himself busy with training and blacksmithing.

"Aye, that's the spirit, lad!" The Greatjon boomed, having overheard our conversation.

Ever since I'd made him a sword from magic, he'd come interested in seeing more of what I could do. Aside from Robb he was the lord who trusted me most. An ally on the war council.

"I'm not too worried about rewards" I said "We can worry about that sort of thing after the war".

Lord Robb and Greatjon Umber took that as a hint to let me go back to work. And it was important work, but there was also something else I needed to do before marching south.

Also I needed to talk to Meera at some point, we still hadn't sorted an alliance out between House Gothic and House Reed.

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Gods Eye. Isle of Faces.

Three Children of the Forest met us the second time Jon and I went to visits the Greenseer. I was visiting because I needed to get north quickly as I wanted to kill a few white walkers before the army went south. My reasoning behind this was about buying time to finish up the war as well to weaken the enemy.

"Leaf!" I said in fake surprise "Fancy meeting you here".

Of course I wasn't at all shocked to see her. What did strike me as odd was that she seemed to have gotten fat.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked her.

I didn't even know they had gender, they all looked like little girls in my opinion.

"Yes" Leaf told me "I'm first of my kind to have a baby since the Others were created".

I figured making the Walkers must have had a price. Magic sometimes did.

"Who's the daddy?" I asked.

Leaf tilted her head while looking at me.

"What's a daddy" she asked.

That had been a poor choice of words.

"I mean which man got you pregnant" I said.

This seemed to amuse Leaf.

"You" she then said.

I didn't know how to react to that. Jon just laughed.

"We don't breed like humans do" she explained "But you made this possible by making us stronger. Snowylocks is my mate if that's what you mean by daddy".

Okay that was less freaky. This pregnancy was a reaction to me bringing the magic back. I was a fertility drug for pint sized druids.

"Where are the rest of you?" Jon asked.

That was an awkward question.

"Gone down into the earth" Leaf told him "Into the stones, into the trees. Before the First Men came all this land that you call Westeros was home to us, yet even in those days we were few. The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, least we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us".

That was sad. I felt sad.

"Yet there is hope we will linger for a while longer now" Leaf then added as she patted her stomach.

That was when the subject was changed.

"Lord Bloodraven caught a glimpse of your path," Leaf told me as she led me in the tree passageway thingy "he saw many branches both favourable and terrible. We came to help ensure your success".

That was nice of them. I'd praise them for it if not for the fact that this was their mess I was trying to clean up.

"Your help shall surely be welcome" I said diplomatically.

They may have fucked up the world, but there was no sense being mean about it.

"Do not expect direct aid of this nature in future, World Walker," Leaf warned.

They didn't have the numbers to take risks like this, so I understood.

"And what are your names?" I asked of the other two Children.

Leaf introduced them as Twig and Branch before falling silent again. I had to shake my head at the silliness of those names. She'd just made them up on the spot I knew it.

Soon we arrived in the Three Eyed Raven's cave.

"Just a few things" I said "How many Walkers are there and why do they take Craisters sons?".

This time Jon followed me into the greenseers cave, thankfully he didn't ask any questions of his own.

"13 and the Night King himself" I was informed.

That was actually good to hear. 14 White Walkers I could handle, if I took on their forces piece meal.

"Craster is Aemon Targaryen's bastard. Aemon fell for a wildling's charms once" I was told "Craster is blood of the dragon as are his sons".

That was not an answer I'd be expecting. Although it would explain the incest. The Targaryen's seemed to enjoy impregnating their relatives. As for Maester Aemon, well that did explain why he didn't judge Samwell for Gilly, or Jon for that red headed wilding. And he hadn't always been old.

"Not of all his sons survived being transformed, some died in the cold before one of the Others could get to him" I was now being told "and their are a few being trained by the Night King, ready to replace any Walker who falls, but should the Night King destroyed they will be no threat".

Suddenly the White Walkers were becoming a far less imposing enemy. Really it was their army of the dead that worried me and they could burned, or banish with the use of the right card.

"What plan have you devised to kill one of the Others?" the greener asked me.

I showed him Winter's Bane.

"Jon and I both have Valyerian steel swords" I said "and we have plenty of dragonglass. As for the wights I can use my magic to counter them".

The greenseer nodded slight.

"Suitable," he said as much to himself as to me "I have told you that your magic makes me feel stronger "you will find something similar with the Others, your magic has strengthened them as well".

Jon knew were were White Walker hunting, so he didn't ask about either. If he had questions he was smart enough to keep them to himself for now.

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North of the Wall.

"There is a small group of wights less than half a mile east of here they are led by one of the Others" Leaf informed not long after we left Bloodraven's cave "They are coming this way".

I had objected to taking a pregnant person anywhere near the White Walkers, but as it turned out Leaf was the only one of the Children who knew how to talk to us. And I didn't mean that they didn't know our language as that wouldn't be an issue for me I had auto-translate, they didn't know how to make words with their mouths. Which was super weird as they could sing. So Leaf had to come along.

Along the way they'd sang, not using words, it was something else. It was good music, listening to it made me feeler warmer. Plus Leaf had recovered Dark Sister for me, the Children didn't work metal, because apparently it didn't sing to them. Our swords did however, they sang of fire and blood.

We waited silently, as the wind and snow swirled around us. There was no blizzard however, yet it got colder. I was grateful for the wolf fur cloak Sana had made for me and Jon as way of saying 'thanks for saving my life'.

"We can combat their control of the wind and snow" Leaf told me "but we have little means of fighting the dead and the Others".

I assumed that meant they didn't have many of those grenades they used in the show. I would have asked about that only a wight crested the nearby hill. Even in the distance its blue eyes glowed brightly.

One quickly became ten and ten became what seemed like a hundred within seconds. They started pouring down the hill, slipping almost effortlessly along the slick, snowy slope. Some of the walking corpses showed no outward signs of damage, at least at this distance, while others had rotted so they were little more than skeletons.

"You told us they were a small group" I reminded Leaf.

She smiled at me.

"This is a small group" she said "Less than 500".

How many walking corpses did they have?!

The wights were fast as well, they quickly closed the distance between themselves and us. That was when I used Angel of Glory's Rise, not a very powerful creature considering how much White Mana I had to use up, but it had a special effect of exiling all zombies. I had no idea where they went, what mattered was that they weren't here.

Everyone knew the second a White Walker arrived, it somehow got colder and I was really, really, really glad of the fur I was wearing. Then I saw the creature its skin was a pale bluish white, and its eyes far brighter than those of their wights. The White Walker opened its mouths and screamed something very alien. Then two more Walkers appeared. They weren't riding dead horses at least, although they were armed and wore some kind of armour.

"You said 1 Walker, one" I chided Leaf before turning to Jon "Use your sword I'll even the odds".

I took out Dark Sister and handed it to Angel of Glory's Rise. Who being a summoned creature wasn't effected by the cold, nor was she scared of the White Walkers.

"Use this" I ordered.

She took the sword.

"Justice isn't done until undeath is undone" was all the creature could say.

It was now one Walker per magic sword, and soon the fight started.

I used my fire spell on a Walker, but that only slowed it down. What did more damage was the Children's grenade thing. Due to dumb luck that attack knocked the Walker on its ass. And I ran forward so I could drive my sword into monster before it could recover.

My attack missed, and the point of blade entered its shoulder and dug into its frozen skin, rather than its chest, drawing an angry growl from the White Walker. Yet it didn't explode or anything.

To make matters worse, the Walker kicked me away from it, and by the time I got up it was ready to kill me.

Thanks to Jon's training I was able to block a blow with my sword, and I immediately regretted the action as the Walker was super strong. Pain raced up my arm, but I ignored it as best I could.

Next I jumped back to avoid the following strike, and a moment later my sword was inside the Walkers chest, without me even thinking about doing that. Jon had trained me very well.

That move did make it explode it bits of ice. They were stronger than I had expected, but still vulnerable if struck it a vital area.

Looking around I saw that Jon had defeated his foe yet despite the enchanted armour, and other items, he carried and his fancy sword, he had been wounded. Thankfully the Children were already tending to him

Things went less well for the Angel I'd summoned that creature was impaled on a spear of ice, something that I'd seen happen to a summon of mine before. I so had to stop using White Mana creatures.

"Ah fuck" I muttered as the Walker targeted me.

That was when Plan B came into effect. I took out a blank card and threw in the Walkers path. My plan worked, the Walker picked up the card and got pulled inside it.

"Ha ha sucker" I cheered.

I went over and picked up the card, White Walkers were blue/black creature with the ability to raise creatures they killed as zombies. They were also immune to everything other than red mana. Valyrian swords were red mana weapons, dragon glass must also be. Made sense since given their connection to dragon's fire.

After healing Jon, with a spell using green mana gathered by tapping woods I owned. We quickly set off back for Bloodraven's cave, which was a good idea as those wights might not have been banished very far.

"Why were there three Walkers?" I asked Leaf "You told us there was only one".

She soon answered me.

"The Night King can greensee as well" she said "In his own way, he must have foreseen this battle and sent more Walkers, they hid themselves to bait us into a trap".

I'd foolishly underestimated the White Walkers, they were far more cunning and dangerous than I'd thought. I would not make than mistake again.