Lord of the Clans
Jon III
It has been 3 months since Jon had been initiated into the Silver Hand and he quickly found himself losing some of the initial excitement. Jon had imagined himself getting assigned to work with Uther, however he instead found himself assigned to serve a lieutenant to the north, a man that had clearly only recieved his rank because of his blood. Othmar Garithos was everything Jon hated in a commander, he was uninspiring, arrogant and most of all incompetant.
They were currently patrolling the woods near Stratholme, there had been a sighting of bandits working under the former Lord Aliden Perenolde. This was big news for the Alliance as they have been trying to catch Perenolde for years now, ever since the great war.
"I hate working with these...people." Garithos grumbled while glaring at an elven priest in the rear. Jon had noticed that Garithos did not particularly like anyone that isn't human, especially the elves. He had no idea why the man hated them so much, maybe he simply was a bigot, it didn't matter to much for Jon, he just wanted this assignment over with as soon as possible.
"Don't you agree?" Garithos asked while glancing at Jon.
"Ser?" Jon asked with a lost expression.
"I mean i understand that you paladins have that useless naive philosophy of yours, but even you must agree with me on this." Garithos continued.
"Agree with what, Ser" Jon asked a little worried. He knew what Garithos meant but did not want to make a comment on it, atleast not while Garithos was in command.
"The elves damn it!" Garithos quietly yelled, obviously not trying to get the elf's attention.
"The elves, ser?" Jon asked again.
"Yes, those useless fluffy eared vainglorious mongrels." Gariothos exclaimed, this time getting the attention of some of the other soldiers, some of the men looked awkward, while a few nodded in agreement however most were quiet, pretending they didn't hear what Garithos just said.
"The syndicate has been raiding their borders from this point so this concerns them more then it does us Humans" Garithos stated as a matter of factly, while puffing his chest. Jon simply remained quiet and could not believe that their commander thought this was the right time for a speech like this.
"But what do the elves do?, why i'll tell you what they do, they do as they always do. They hide behind their gates and sick their dogs on them. And we are the dogs Jon!" Garithos continued with an angry expression. The elven priest had obviously taken notice and held his head low trying not to be noticed, poor man.
"But of course they have to appear as if they want to do something about their woes, so what do they do?" Garithos continued with his rant, the entire group had stopped and were now looking at Garithos.
"They send one peace loving naive fool of a priest, who is less then worthless, A BURDEN!" Garithos yells, his voice echoing through the woods.
"Ser, i don't think its wise to..." Jon tried to warn Garithos but to no avail for he continued to rant and rave.
"And is this behaviour any new to these fools?" Garithos asked while looking around him.
"Ser, please not so loud you will..." Jon tried again but ultimatly is ignored.
"NO!, They did the same thing during the great war!" Garithos excalimed with a raised fist.
"Only when the enemy was literly in their faces did they actually crawl out of their beds." Garithos continued.
"And did they fight valiantly with courage and honour?" Garithos asked once again, this time some of the soldier mumbled at his words. The Priest was still quiet and standing a little away from the group.
"NO! They hid in the woods like cowards, and let us do all their heavy lifting and as if rubbing salt into our wounds, they then claimed that we didn't do enough to protect their homeland." Garithos exclaimed, this time some of the soldiers quietly agreed with him.
"They should leave the Alliance, if they think we do such a poor job and mark my words men they will once we demand just a litle bit of help from them, they will i promise you that!" Garithos exclaimed while pointing at the sky.
"And then when they get themselves in trouble again..." Garithos was about to continue his rant but was interupted.
"Slaughter them all!" Roared an armored man charging them, Jon noticed a wolfs head on his chest. The crest of Alterac!
"WHAT ARE YOU WORTHLESS MORONS DOING! FORM RANKS!" Garithos yelled at the men, as more men bearing the crest of Alterac poured out of the bushes.
"10 Silver pieces for the man who shuts up the loudmouth" Said one the Syndicate warriors mockingly"
Combat was meet, Jon found himself dueling the armored man who must be their leader.
"Thats a sweet sword you got there, whelp it will look nice in my collection when i pick it from your corpse" The man said mockingly while eying the golden hilt of Fang trying to intimidate Jon.
The bandit swung his sword against Jon, Fang meet the sword mere inches from Jon's chest. The bandit grinned, pulling out a knife and slashing it against Jon's face cutting him above the eye. This man knew what he was doing Jon thought as he pushed him away, however Jon did not bleed and upon touching his wound he found it missing. Jon looked behind him to find the priest reaching out with his hand channeling the light. He was healing him, and it seems that the Bandit noticed this to.
"Someone gut that elf!" The bandit yelled while pointing at priest, however in doing so the bandit left himself open for an attack, Jon dashed towards the bandit and swung his sword towards his chest. Blood splattered at Jon's face causing him to flinch.
"Damn...brat" the bandit mumbled before he bleed to death. Jon looked to help the rest of his group but found that they to were beating back the bandits and upon seeing their leader dead the bandits fleed.
"That's right! Flee you spineless bastards!" Garithos screamed towards their direction.
"Remember this day, the next time you lot cross Lord Othmar Garithos!" Garithos continued.
Jon simply rolled his eyes and went looking for the priest, he wanted to thank the elf for his help.
"Sergent! Any casualties?" Garithos barked at his second in command.
"Uhhh we got a few wounded and Bartley's wound looks serious but i don't think we lost anyone" the Sergent replied awkwardly.
"We didn't all make it one of the men replied" Somberly while looking at the ground infront of him. Jon rushed to see what the man meant and felt somber at what he saw, the elven priest that had helped him had been run through by a spear. The priest was dead, his eyes closed and blood around his mouth.
"Let's carry him back, he deserves a proper burial" Jon said somberly. The soldiers nodded and picking him up.
"Leave it to the elven weaklings to die" Garithos mumbled to himself, apparently not a bit sad over the elf.
The group started heading back towards their camp, carrying the elf in the rear.
Garithos I
Stupid! After all the points he had made about the worthlessness of the elves, the men seemed to still care about the dead elf. They should be happy, one less elf in the world. The cub had done good today, when he was first told that he would be babysitting this baby paladin. Garithos was furious, a man as prestigious as him should not be reduced to daycaring for children!
But Jon had proven himself today and had slain that bandit all on his own, he should congratulate him. He will need a man like him at his side in the future. Garithos was many things but he was not wasteful, yes he is a paladin and plagued by the weakness of that creed but such things could be altered or even forgotten by experience.
They finally reached their encampment, it was in an old ruin of a castle lost during the great war. The great war, just thinking about it made Garithos bitter. It was during this war that Garithos came to realise how the lesser races were using the humans for their own goals. How the vainglorious elves used us as cannon fodder, how the dwarves always needed us to help them against the simplest of problems. It was then he was told that his father had died against the orcs, being a child Garithos had imagined his father valiantly defending the capital city against Doomhammer or sacrificing himself to save his brothers-in-arms.
However the truth was far from it, his father had died defending an unimportant elven village from a small group of trolls. His body mutilated and hung by the trolls, he did buy enough time for the villagers to evacuate but did the elves acknowledge his valient sacrifice. No instead they complained that we humans did not do enough to help them.
Well, what else can you expect from those subhuman freaks. Today had been a good day, any bad days for elves are good days for humans, even if most humans did not realise this, but Garithos would help them see, by the light he would help them.
Theon II
Stupid mutt, it had been a moon since the execution of that crazed coward and when they were headed back towards Winterfell, Theon had found a dead direwolf had he not been a ward of the Starks he would have claimed it as a trophy but the soft hearted Starks would not have it. What had been more curious was the mutts they found nearby apparently the last pups of the bitch, at first lord Stark had been of the same mind as Theon and wanted to put the sorry bastards out of their misery.
However little Bran had wailed like a baby about sparing them, Robb had pointed out that there 5 pups one for each of his children which had caused lord Stark to yield. The Stark children would adopt the wolves, however before they left Theon saw an albino pub hiding in the bushes, the runt of the litter.
Theon had been instantly reminded of the bastard and had wanted to kill the pub, to put it out of its misery. However the damn beast bit him in the finger as he approached it and ran away.
He had wanted to hunt the beast down and he had asked Robb to help him to do it. However not only had Robb simply laughed at his pain, he had also forbidden him from pursuing the wolf. Theon was seething with anger and humiliation, can Robb not see that he has to do this he had been humiliated by a mere child!
"Are you still thinking about that damn wolf" Robb asked jokingly.
They were currently practicing with swords.
"You should have let me go after it" Theon said through barred teeth as he swung his practice sword against Robb.
Robb simply dodged it and then hit Theon on the back.
"Dead" Robb said amused.
By the drowned god i will skin that wolf, if its the last thing i do.
"You shouldn't waste your time thinking about that runt, its probably already dead by now" Robb stated as a matter of factly.
Maybe he is right, its only a child and it wouldn't survive without its bitch. Theon was broken out of his thought by a sharp pain to his knees.
"Dead" Robb said again chucklingly. Thats it!
Theon threw his sword on the ground and walked away.
"I'm going to the brothel!" Theon half screamed while Robb was laughing his ass off.
Jon IV
Jon was tending to the wounded in the camp, while only the priest had died there had been several injured amongst the soldiers.
"Th-a-a-ank you" one of the soldiers said shakingly as Jon was using Holy Light on him.
"Pardon Ser Jon, but there is someone here to see you." Said a soldier that had approached him from the back.
"Who is it?" Jon asked curiosly. The soldier simply shrugged.
"He wore a hood, but he carried the crest of the Silver Hand." The soldier replied.
Must be a paladin then, i wonder what the Silver Hand could want with him. Mayhaps they want to reassign me, Jon thought with excitement.
"Where is this man?" Jon asked
"He is right there in that tent over there" the soldier replied while pointing towards the tent in the far back. Jon nodded and made his way there, however upon entering the tent he didn't find a hooded man but Uther himself, Jon immidiatly kneeled before his mentor.
"Lord Uther, i wasn't expecting you" Jon said in a humble tone. Uther simply cracked a smile and picked Jon up from the ground.
"No need to be so formal with me when its just the two of us lad." Uther said as he embraced Jon. Jon smiled, In the years that the old paladin had cared for him Jon had started seing him as a father.
"Sorry, Uther old habits" Jon said with a smile.
"So how was your first assignment? Was it exciting" Uther asked with an amused tone.
"Not really, we had a casualty" Jon replied a little somber.
Uther's smile vanished and he looked Jon in the eyes.
"Well lad, thats just the nature of our work. We are defend our people but we can't save them all" Uther said almost bitterly.
"I doubt that it will be last time you will have to bury someone, lad" Uther continued.
"How is Prince Arthas?" Jon asked eager to change the depressing subject to something happier.
At the thought of his other apprentice, Uther smiled.
"Well lad, he is trying to track down Hellscream and his Warsong Clan in southern Lordaeron." Uther said happily.
Great Arthas get's to catch orc chieftains while i'm stuck babysitting a pompous bigots.
"We really need to catch that monster, Grommash Hellscream has been causing all kinds of trouble for us." Uther continued looking down at the ground while rubbing his chin.
"But i didn't come here just for a chat, as fun as that would be" Uther said jokingly while looking up at Jon.
"What is it?" Jon asked
"There has been a significant development in the Orc situation, lad you better sit down this is going to be quite the story." Uther said with a serious tone.
A.N: A bit of a shorter chapter here i know but what can you do. You might have noticed that the characters are not calling the war against the orcs, The First War or Second War. I personally found this to be a stupid label i mean i understod why they were there but lorewise and logicaly no one would seperate those wars.
As for Jon having members of other races with him, Of course that will happen but i am curious which races do you guys want to see?