Game of Thrones: Deadly Alliances
Chapter 26 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
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Robb
Robb stood at the prow of his ship; waiting for the arrival of the Ironborn Fleet. He was stationed on his ship, along with all the others he and his army had arrived on. They had formed something of a naval blockade with their ships, aided by the Ironborn that were loyal to Asha. Asha herself was on her own ship, next to Robb's; Theon approached Robb and spoke.
"We're all ready Robb; the plans are in place, we have the ships all prepared." He told him. "Do you really think this will work?"
Robb sighed and looked up at the flag on top of the mast. "It will, if your uncle Aeron's predication about the wind will be true."
Theon sighed and nodded; they had to wait and see, according to Aeron the wind would blow from behind Robb's ship, towards Euron's. They could only hope it worked, or the battle would become much more difficult.
"We need to have faith…Are you certain we found everything we needed?" He asked.
Theon nodded. "Yes, all that could be spared."
Robb shook his head and glanced around; in front of the ships was another line of smaller ships, all connected with thick ropes, which seemed to be congealed with some thick viscous liquid; the ships were all filled by large bundles, only one of them had a sail; the one in the centre. Attached to the back of that ship was a single rowboat and upon the central ship was a lone figure.
The figure was familiar to Robb; he was two and thirty and tall with a muscular build. He was rather pale and had medium length brown hair and bright green eyes. Attached to his back was a two handed broadsword; his name was Wynston Manderly, cousin of Lord Wyman Manderly.
He was a knight in Wyman's service, the leader of the Manderly forces that accompanied Robb, in place of his rather robust cousin. He was also known as Wynston one eye, for he was blind in his right eye due to an injury sustained during a duel. He was in charge of the most important part of the plan.
"Everything depends on Wynston." Robb remarked. "No matter what happens, it's up to him to get things perfect."
Theon nodded. "He's a dependable man Robb; if anyone can accomplish this, he can."
Robb nodded and soon heard the shouts. He looked up and sure enough he saw the approach of the Ironborn ships. They outnumbered them greatly, which was why Robb had chosen this strategy. He had taken into account the knowledge he had been given by Asha and Theon and Aeron about Euron, his personality, the way he fought, everything. It all lead up to this strategy, he just had to hope it worked.
He got into position; watching things carefully, everyone was ready, he could see Wynston standing, ready to open the sail on his ship and begin the chain of ships moving. He turned his attention to the Ironborn ships. Not all the ships approached them, some remained behind, he noted Euron's ship was one of them. The majority of the Ironborn ships did approach however. Robb looked closely at the approaching ships and noted something, something he had been told and had been proven correct.
'They've chained the ships together, to keep them in a rigid formation, they just need to sail through us and they can tear us down…If they get that close.' He thought to himself. 'This is just what I was told, that helps our plan; they made a very foolish mistake.'
He had to wait however, wait for the right conditions. Just when he thought things wouldn't work; as the Ironborn ships grew closer, Aeron's predication came true. Strong winds picked up, coming from behind him, the winds were moving in the right direction, it was time. He gestured to the man next to him and the signal was given to Wynston Manderly.
Seeing the signal Wynston opened his sail and the line of ships began to move rapidly towards the Ironborn ships. Wynston stood his ground, getting ready. The Ironborn seemed to be prepared for his approach as he could see the lit arrows flying into the air.
Robb smirked. 'Fire arrows, another mistake.'
Seeing the fire arrows, Wynston threw the torch he was holding into the large bundle in the middle of the ship and hurried to the rowboat. As the flaming arrows struck and torch ignited, the line of ships burst into flames, the long line of ships became a wall of fire thanks to the flammable materials on-board, including the ropes, which were soaked in flammable liquid.
Robb tensed but thankfully he could see Wynston had made to it to the rowboat and was already making his way back to safety. Meanwhile, the winds and the Ironborn ships being chained together worked in their favour, as the fireboats struck with great force and soon a massive firestorm was erupted, spread by the winds and the ships were unable to break apart. The screams could be heard even from where Robb had positioned himself.
'We did it, let the flames claim Euron Greyjoy's fleet. It is time to finish things.' He thought to himself.
He then turned to the others on the ship with him. "Ready your weapons, give signals to the other ships. Prepare yourselves for battle; we are going to attack the remaining ships, let the others burn!"
It wasn't long before the Northern fleet, backed up by Asha's ships set sail, approaching Euron's at great speed thanks to the wind. While the flames raged and consumed the majority of the ships, of which only a few survivors escaped, all desperate for rescue and losing their stomach for fighting, the remaining undamaged ships clashed.
At once they were close enough that they started boarding each other and large melees broke out. Robb immediately got into action, cutting down the Ironborn soldier who leapt form a nearby ship onto his.
Robb cut his way through several more Ironborn soldiers and then leapt across to the ship next to his, they had ended up locked together and stopped moving. He cut down the two nearest Ironborn soldiers before clashing with another, they fought viciously until he suddenly fell dead, felled by Wynston who had also boarded the ships.
"Your Grace, over there!" He cried before turning to attack more Ironborn.
Robb followed Wynston's direction and soon found himself face to face with Euron Greyjoy.
"That was quite the show you put on." Euron remarked with a grin. "Impressive, you turned a massive force against you, into a raging inferno."
Robb glared. "Yes, and you are next, this ends here!"
Euron smirked and they immediately clashed; Euron was a skilled warrior and Robb was forced to defend himself more often than usual. However, Robb soon realized and pressed his advantage; he let Euron attack, defended and parried and soon he had worn Euron out. He then attacked, Euron desperately defended himself but was too tired. Robb gained the advantage and soon wounded Euron and knocked him down.
"So…Going to behead me now?" Euron asked sarcastically.
Robb shook his head, glaring. "No, that would be an honourable death, your brother Victarion deserved an honourable death and he got one. You do not."
Euron glared at Robb and attempted to attack again.
Robb simply deflected the blow and; using Euron's armour against him, threw Euron over the side of the ship, sending him into the water, to a watery grave. It wasn't long after that; the remaining ships belonging to Euron were damaged and left to sink; the flames finally extinguished, utter devastation had faced Euron's army. Robb let out a sigh; it had been costly and certainly not the most clean victory, but it was a victory nevertheless.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.