Initiation
Author's Note: This is a crossover between Game of Thrones and Warcraft III (but will go into Wow too), it will begin with Jon in the Warcraft Universe but will go back to Westeros in later chapters, if there are any questions about the hows and whats then don't worry it will all be answered in the story.
Warning: While the story will at first follow cannon it will quickly diverge from that due to the actions of Jon.
Hope you will enjoy and please do post reviews.
Jon I
The sun was shining, it was a hot summer day in Lordaeron and the townsfolk were happily chatting and trading with each other in the town square. Most of them ignored Jon, but a few of them looked in his direction and gave him short smiles or nods. It was a new and welcomed experience, being the bastard of Winterfell he was used to being ignored at best or hear whispers behind his back at worst.
But these people did not know that he was the bastard of Winterfell, hell they didn't even know what Winterfell was. But beside that Jon knew what brought out the friendliness of these people, his armor. Or more importantly the insignia on his chestplate, the sigil of the Silverhand. Today was the most important day of Jon's life or so lord Uther had told him, today Jon was going to be initiated into the order of the Silver Hand.
Jon still couldn't believe that lord Uther had done all this for him, the old paladin had found him in the streets and for some reason had decided to take Jon as his apprentice. That was some years ago Jon had been 9 back then and he had lived on the streets of Stratholme for almost a year. He had to steal just to survive and one day he had been caught but just as he was going to be punished by the guards, lord Uther intervened and offered him an apprenticeship. Jon seeing no other options happily accepted and now he was here, after 4 years of rigorous training he was ready to become a paladin knight.
As he approached the town chapel, Jon found an armored man kneeling before one of the statues and praying, Jon also spotted a giant warhammer laying next to the man. Must be my instructor Jon mused. As Jon approached the man he rose and turned to look at Jon, the man had aa short black beard with some gray in it and he was bald.
"Greetings, Jon, and welcome to Andorhal. My name is Dagern Mortimus, and i will be your instructor for your final trial in becoming a Paladin of the Silver Hand." Dagern said with a big encouraging smile, which caused Jon to smile back at him. But suddenly Dagern gave him a serious expression and continued, "Before we commence with your trial, I must warn you that this task will be unlike anything you have done before it will not be an easy feat. ", This made Jon feelt a lump growing in his stomach.
"The tasks set before you will test both your mind and ability, as being a Paladin requires both for your duties.", Dagern said with a stoic face, Jon could only nod in response.
"Being a knight of the Silver Hand is similiar yet diffrent from being a sworn knight to a noble lord or even the King, while we serve the king we serve the Light first and foremost." Dagern said while looking back at the statue he had been praying to earlier.
"I understand, Lord Dagern and i am ready for anything!", Jon answered in a determined tone which caused Dagern to raise an eyebrow. "Very well we will begin your trial with the first task, its rather simple you will channel the light within you and cast a divine shield around your person. Divine shield is a light forged barrier that will surround you and protect you from any harm while it is active." Dagern said.
Jon was excited he would finally be allowed to wield the light, Uther had forbidden him from using it as he was not ready for it. But now he was going to cast a spell using the Holy Light. Jon closed his eyes and started focusing on the light within him he then expanded it so that it surrounded him, he then opened his eyes.
"Well done lad, i knew you had it in you" Dagern was elated, Jon gave him a bright smile.
"However there is one last test to see if you have truely succeeded with your divine shield," Dagern said, Jon was confused how would they test his divine shield. Then without warning Dagern took up his hammer and with all his might he struck at Jon but the hammer stopped right before hitting Jon in the face. "Hahaha, it seems you have indeed suceeded with your divine shield , Jon" Dagern said chuckling.
"What if i had failed, you would have killed me with an attack like that!" Jon half screamed. "Aye, but as a Paladin you will not just be responsible for your life but the lives of the men you will no doubt lead and if you are not ready its not just your life that will be forfeit." Dagern replied in a serious tone.
"Now for your second task, you will learn how to channel the light to heal your friends or to smite foes using unholy magic." Dagern said with a carefree tone, as if he hadn't almost killed Jon a minute ago. "We call this ability Holy Light, and it is a Paladin's primary weapon beside his arms." Dagern continued.
"Now you see that piece of armor over there" Dagern said while pointing to the steps of the chapel. Jon just noticed the old rusty chestplate laying there on the steps, he got a feeling of dread just by looking at it.
"What kind of armor is that?" Jon asked slightly trembling. Dagern nodded and replied "Your reaction is not unwarranted, Jon that is a piece of armor worn by the Orc Death Knights during the war it is infused with unholy magic cast by warlocks, and it will make the perfect target for your Holy Light." Dagern said with certainty. Jon was unsure of himself, what if the chestplate has some sort of protection that would curse him.
"You are doubting yourself, Jon. Doubt is a Paladin's greatest enemy if you doubt yourself you have already lost the battle. Do not doubt yourself for you are the lights choosen and the light will protect her faithful." Dagern patted Jon on his back. Jon focused on the chestplate and raised his hand channeling the light from his body to his hand and then clenched his hand into a fist, which caused the light to surge from his fist onto the chestplate.
Jon looked at the chestplate, which had now melted. "Well done, Jon. I knew you had it in you!" exclaimed Dagern with a big smile. Jon to was smiling the hammer incident long forgotten. "Now Jon i have something for you, wait here", Dagern said as he entered the chapel. Jon took the opportunity to look around the town, he briefly wondered if the townsfolk had reacted to their display. But it appeared as if the townsfolk had not cared for them, must be a common sight for them Jon thought.
Dagern came out of the chapel holding a sword with a golden hilt, the sword was definantly the prettiest Jon had ever seen even more impressive than Ice that he remembered father wielding.
"Uther told me you fancied swords more then hammers and though hammers are the norm amongst Paladins, swords are not unheard of so he had this made for you should you pass the trial." Dagern said while focusing on the sword no doubt inspecting the craftsmanship.
Jon was ecstatic, he passed the trials and he had his very own sword!
"Does this mean that i am Paladin now?!" Jon exclaimed happily, Dagern chuckled.
"Not yet lad, you have one final task and no doubt your most difficult challenge" Dagern said with a now dead serious expression. Jon got nervous what kind of task does his instructor have for him.
"As you know, Paladins are expected to be warriors, healers and leaders. We are expected to lead men into battle." Dagern continued while looking at Jon. Jon nooded he remebered this from Uther's lessons. "There is a nearby orc encampment by the lake south of here, our scouts have confirmed that they intend to sack this town, and i want you to stop them." Dagern finished.
Jon was shocked, he lead men against the orcs, he had never been to battle let alone against an orc and now he was expected to lead an attack against them. Dagern must have noticed Jon's shock "Not to worry lad, Lord Uther and i have full confidence in you and just as a safety precaution i will accompany you just in case anything happens" Dagern winked at Jon and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go greet the men, yes?" Dagern said while practicly dragging Jon with him towards the town barracks.
Robb I
It was a cold day in the North, not that its ever a hot day but sometimes its a little less cold. Robb was outside the castle in the archery range with his brother Bran who had turned 7 a fortnight ago. Bran nocks his bow, for a moment it looks like he will actually manage to hit his target but then Bran lets loose and the arrow just passes the target not even hitting it.
Robb pinches the top of his nose and squats down to Bran, "Don't think to much Bran, just relax your bow arm and let loose" Robb told him, its times like these that Robb missed Jon, his brother who had ran away 5 years ago was far more patient then him and would have been a better teacher to Bran then he could ever had been. He looked up towards the balcony behind him and found his mother smiling at him, Robb sighed father still blamed mother over Jon running away and Robb couldn't help but to agree with him. Robb loved his mother but she had been cruel to Jon over something that had not even been his own fault, at the time Robb had been to small and innocent to notice but thinking back to it he could clearly see her cruelty.
Robb could never forgive his mother for driving Jon away, growing up Jon had been like a twin to Robb and he would be lying if he didn't admit that Jon running away had not hurt him. As for the other children Sansa was upset in the beginning but she has largerly forgotten about him and seems to pretend that he never existed to begin with, Bran was to young to have any real memories of him but sometimes questions father about him, father always grows quiet when talking about Jon. Arya however is the most vocal, she had been young when Jon left but she had loved her brother and became very upset when he left, she to blamed her mother for it and their relationship had never recovered.
Yes, Winterfell has certainly growed colder since Jon left the family and Robb couldn't help but feel a little bitter towards Jon because of this. Of course Jon couldn't have known this would have happened but this did little to help Robb.
As Bran was trying to fire another arrow, he was interupted when an arrow flew past them and hit the target dead center, they looked behind them trying to find the archer. Only to find their sister, Arya who smiled and bowed mockingly towards them and started to run away. Bran immediatly dropped his bow and ran after her, despite his mood Robb laughed "Faster Bran!" he shouted towards his brother.
Robb bent down to pick up the dropped bow and placed it back in the rack, he looked up at the balcony again but could not find his mother. Robb then went into the castle to get something to eat as he had grown weary after trying to improve Bran's archery. As he moved towards the great hall, he walked past his sister Sansa and her friend Jeyne Pool who blushed upon seeing him. That Jeyne had a crush on him had not exactly been a secret anyone who caught the girl talking about or interacting with Robb knew that she had feelings for him, and its not like the girl was ugly or anything, she was actually really good looking.
But Robb knew nothing could come from it he would marry a lords daughter, Theon had suggested to "try" her out but Robb had dismissed it completly as it would sully both of their honours. Robb sighed, he did not like the idea of marrying a complete stranger but such was his life atleast thats what his mother had told him. His father had been quiet on the matter and told him to listen to her, though Robb could tell his father did not like the idea any more then he did.
As he sat down in the great hall he told a servent to bring him something to eat the servent bowed and hurried off to the kitchen. Robb relaxed and started to think about Jon again and he wondered how diffrent his life would had been if Jon was still here.
"Robb..." He heard a gruff voice from behind him, he turned around to find his father standing there. "Father,what is it?" Robb asked.
"Get Bran, they have just captured a deserter of the nights watch." His father responed with a serious tone, he then turned aroud and moved towards the stable. Robb started moving towards Bran's room in the upper level.
Theon I
Today was a good day, Theon thought as he left the brothel in wintertown. He had just visited Ros using his weekly allowence from Lord Stark. He still feelt the tinge of humiliation that he, the heir to the Iron Isles had to rely on the good will of his jailor to have a good time, yet he pushed this thought aside he had grown to more then a hostage. Robb considered him his friend, hell even his brother now that the bastard was gone. Theon still remembered the depressed bastard skulking in the halls of Winterfell in another life time he might even have felt sorry for the bastard, but his departure had opened the door for Theon. He was now Robb's only companions and once he was lord he would surely allow Theon to return to his rightful home of Pyke.
Speak of the devil, Robb was standing by the gates with an irritated look.
"Theon, There you are i trust you have had your fun" Robb said still looking irritated. Theon wondered if he had done something wrong, "What's it to you Robb?" Theon spoke boldly. Robb rubbed his eyes "They caught a deserter of the nights watch my father want's us all to ready" He repilied. Lord Stark needs his servent then, Theon thought bitterly.
Both of them mounted up on their horses and rode out to meet with Lord Stark and his entourage, Theon spotted little Bran amongst them, "Hello Bran, finally time to become a man i see" Theon said somewhat mockingly. Lord Stark simply glared at Theon, which caused him to quiet down and look down on the ground. Without another word they rode off, Bran riding next to Robb and Theon next to Lord Stark with the rest of the men following behind.
Dagern I
Things had gone well for young Snow, Dagern may have been hard on him and tried to scare him off at the start but Snow proved himself and Dagern could certainly see the greatness that Uther spoke off. The lad had succeeded with the spells on his very first try normally it would take atleast 10 tries before one would even be able to make it look like it worked. They were now riding towards the orc encampment, which Dagern knew was no real threat even the town militia would be able to defeat it.
But it would be the perfect opportunity for the boy to prove himself and so far he had done a good job. He had easily rallied the soldiers to his banner and was now leading them towards the orc encampment in a calm and quiet pace as to not alert the orcs. Most untested commanders would rush into battle running into all sort of traps but not Jon, which pleased Dagern as it meant less work for him.
"Hold" Jon said quietly while signaling the men to stop with his arm, this was repeated quietly by the rest of the men. They had come to a cliff overlooking the orc encampment, Dagern approached the boy, "What do you see lad?" Dagern questioned as he scanned the encampment.
"The orc over there must be leader" Jon said while pointing at a rather large orc with a long grey beard, bald head and most concerning of all a long slim sword. "Aye, lad that isn't just any orc. That is a Blademaster, one the most deadly warriors the orc race have ever produced. This is going to be harder then i though" Dagern said while scratching his chin. The boy looked a little worried at his words so Dagern feelt compeled to calm him down.
"Not to worry lad, light willing we will still prevail over our foes." Dagern said patting him on the back. Jon simply looked him in the eyes, nodded and signaled the captain to come closer. "Alright men, here is our battle plan" he told them.
Tojara I
Today had been slow, Tojara had made the call to his clan, The Blackrock clan and very few had responded. Were they craven that they did not dare to attack the humans, today was meant to be his day of glory as they would loot and pillage the pathetic human village of Andorhal. They would send a message to the Alliance dogs that they were still here and that they would never stop fighting, but here he was with only a tenth of the warriors he had expected.
Tojara was renowned as a mighty Blademaster and he had expected this reputation to bring more warriors to his cause, yet looking at his encampment he despaired over the future of the Blackrock clan. Maybe he should have joined that Thrall who claimed to be their new Warchief. The cub may be naive but atleast he had spirit, not like these spineless cowards he found himself now commanding.
Suddenly he heard a battle horn, but not just any battle horn he recognized it as an Alliance battle horn. And almost on que he saw several iron clad humans swarming down the hills and from the woods onto his camp. It was a slaughter the humans completly caught them by suprise and before they even had a chance to react his already meager forces found their numbers halved. In the front of the forces he found a human carrying the sigil of the Silver Hand and wielding a gold hilted sword.
This must be a Paladin and obviously the leader of this attack, perhaps if he could slay him the humans would lose heart and he could atleast claim a partial victory. Tojara rushed towards the Paladin, and started cutting down footmen along his path. They were heavily armored and normaly it would take several strikes to take them down. But their armor had slits and Tojara's katana was slim enough to fit through those slits so he could deliver fatal blows easily, by the time he had reached the Paladin he had already felled atleast 5 footmen.
"Paladin fool! Today you face the blade of Tojara" he roared towards the paladin as he charged him with his blade the paladin managed to parry his attack. He could now inspect the paladin closer, he had dark brown hair,grey eyes and a long face. He is just a runt! Tojara realised, he pushed him back, "The Alliance insults me by sending children after me?!" Tojara roared in anger. The runt simply looked at him in determination and moved to strike him, "Your pain shall be legendary Runt!" he screamed at the boy.
As the boy once again blocked his attack he left himself open, Tojara used that opening with a kick to his stomach causing the runt to fall over to the ground. Tojara then struck with all his might against the ground but his never connected with the boy, right before the sword was going to strike him a golden barrier appeared around the runt. The runt used the moment to tackle Tojara to the ground and stabbed the sword into his heart, Tojara's world turned dark.
Jon II
He had done it, the giant orc layed dead before him with his sword burried into his chest. The dead orcs shocked expression still plastered on his face, Jon quickly took out his sword from the orcs chest and started to inspect the battlefield.
The orcs were routed most of them tried to flee and were hunted down by the knights he had ordered to circle around the camp, those who stood their ground were cut down. It was clear that with exception to the Blademaster these orcs were not the best their race had to offer. He spotted Dagern waving him over.
"Well done lad, i think its safe to say that Uther made a wise choice when he decided to start training you" Dagern said smiling. Jon could only nod he was still shaken from his battle with the orc, monster or not that was still Jon's first kill. "Perhaps you should clean your sword lad?", Jon looked down at his sword which was covered in the red blood of the orc. Dagern was holding a piece of cloth which Jon accepted and started to clean his sword with, "So have you picked a name yet?" Dagern asked.
Jon was confused "A name my lord?", Dagern laughed "Yes lad, for your sword. You know every good sword deserves a name" Dagern stated as if it was a fact.
Jon thought for a moment, "Fang, my lord i think Fang is a good name" Jon answered. Dagern simply nooded and returned to the soldiers. Jon just inspected the blade and found himself excited again, he was now a Paladin of the Silver Hand and things started to finally look up for him.