Hello and welcome to a new chapter of this fun little story of mine. I got to say, I have a lot of fun writing this. Clearly I'm surprised of the apparent lack of For Honor X Game of Thrones crossover out there, and I feel that since I'm doing one of those few, then I better do my best and construct a story that everybody can enjoy. And when the White Walkers arrive? That shit will get pretty intense.

Anyway, I'll like to answer a few questions I received on the prologue, so let's get to it.

Guest No.1:

I have no idea why you bothered putting all of that info-dumb that has absolutely no relation to the story at all. Not even a critic. Please refrain of putting anything that by no means helps or at the very least has something to do with the story.

Austin:

Thanks. I do consider putting different kinds of heroes in the story, but I'm not sure about the Wu Lin yet. Maybe I'll include them, but their faction is not really composed of an army since their heroes traveled to the west. So like I said, they may be here, but I don't plan of making them a full faction of their own.

Eye:

No. How I'm putting things in the story is that the Knights of the Iron Legion reside in Westeros. The Dawn Empire of the Samurai is somewhere in Essos near the sea and the Warborn Clan of the Vikings reside somewhere around the Shivering Sea.

Not that many questions, but I guess that's fine. So enough said and please enjoy!

The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting…

-Sun Tzu

Knights l: Talk of Leaders

The sound of the constant trotting of hooves traveled a cross the cold forest. Moving through the daylight was a group of at least fifty men traveling on horseback, each one wearing heavy armor of green, gold and black colors. In the center of the group one could see a banner with a symbol that brought pride and respect wherever it went. It was the symbol of the Iron Legion.

Leading the group of Knights one could see two men. They were recognized as heroes by many and feared by a lot more. Their individual names did not matter, but what they were. What they represented was what defined them.

A Lawbringer, who enforce the laws of the land and brings punishment and retribution without mercy. And a Conqueror, and elite soldier trained to crush the enemies of the Legion. These warriors of course were not a common sight in these regions, especially not in the North. So whoever saw them would wonder, what were they doing so far from the famous Castle Stone, home of the Iron Legion? And who was the poor soul they were looking for?

"Damn, I should have brought a coat." Cursed the Conqueror with a shiver. The low temperatures of the area were starting to affect him.

The man riding next to him released an annoyed sigh. "Cease your whining Rowan, you are embarrassing yourself."

"Easy for you to say! I bet you must have a cozy fur coat under all that junk you call armor."

The Lawbringer didn't bother to give a proper response. Instead, he decided to remain quiet, thinking that perhaps if he were to ignore his traveling partner, then he would eventually shut his big mouth.

"Hey, you better don't start ignoring right me now. I'll get mad, you know?" The only answer the Conqueror received from Peyton was more silence. "Tch, whatever. I just hope this Robb Stark appreciates the lengths we had to travel to get all the way into this dump."

The Conqueror had no idea why the Commander choose him of all people for a diplomatic mission like this one. He could understand why he choose Ser Peyton, he was a Lawbringer after all. But him? The only good thing he was good at was in crushing other people's skulls. And apparently he does a good enough job to earn him a tittle from the former King, Robert Baratheon, along with a place inside the Iron Legion despite his criminal background. Destiny sure is full of surprises, isn't it?

He still wonders what did the Commander saw in him that day. What made the old man decide to recruit him into the most prestigious order of Knights in all of Westeros? That thought still lurks inside his head up until this very day.

And so the Knights of the Iron Legion continue their journey to the North.

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One of the things he could remember about King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, was the rotting smell of shit that filled the city. That and the never ending corruption that seemed to reach every corner of the streets. Its people didn't make the place look any better.

Of course there were a certain few individuals that were no doubt honest people trying to live through these harsh conditions, but that number was too low even be considered important. Yet no matter how you look at it, it was due to those few good people that he was fully committed to his job as Commander of the Iron Legion and Warden of Castle Stone. They were the people he sworn to protect.

However, all that empathy vanished as soon as he and his men went past the main gate and reached the Royal Palace. Getting off his horse inside the courtyard, the Warden sighed tiredly due to the soreness that the long journey left him. Seven days of traveling on horse with barely any rest was certainly a tiring experience. Even so, he masked his fatigue when a familiar face came to greet him.

"It's a pleasure to have you here with us, Lord Commander Ser Walter Daunger." The man saluted with a friendly smile. One that the Warden was glad to return under his helmet. He could see that he was wearing golden armor due to his status as a Kingsguard, yet he will always remember him as a fellow Warden and former member of the Iron Legion, Ser Barristan Selmy. One of his first and oldest friends. They may have been on opposites sides during the conflict with the Mad King, but that was due to reasons that were beyond their own control.

"Likewise old friend." The Commander said with a tone of nostalgia in his words. With a slight chuckle, the two decided to put formalities aside before finally embracing. There was a lot of things the two would have liked to talk with each other, but time was short and so was the King's patience.

"We received your raven and everything went accordingly as you requested. The King will meet you shortly." Barristan stated before gesturing to the other Kingsguard behind him. "We will escort you to the throne room. I'm sure you are already familiar with the place, but you know how the procedure goes."

"Yes, I'm well aware. Lead the way." The Warden ordered his men to remain in the courtyard with the horses and wait for his return. For the King was waiting and so was the Queen.

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When Robb Stark first heard that Knights of the Iron Legion came all the way from the South to meet him, he could hardly believe it. It was like one of those dreams he used to have when he was younger. He remembered the tales about the brave heroes of the Iron Legion that could fight against hundreds of foes all by themselves and come out victorious. His first thought was that perhaps they were here to join his cause and help him rescue his father from the Lannisters. And when he entered the tent that they were in and saw them for the first time ever, even if he would never admit it, he felt like a boy gazing at his heroes. But that admiration didn't last long.

"What did you just said?"

"The Iron Legion does not support your war kid. How many times do we have to repeat ourselves?" Repeated the Conqueror while enjoying a large mug full of beer.

"I am not a kid." Retorted Robb to the Conqueror before glaring at the Lawbringer that stood stoically at the middle of the tent. "And why not? I thought the Iron Legion was a supporter of justice."

"Yes. But the Iron Legion is a supporter of peace as well. We do not go to war unless is absolutely necessary." The Lawbringer explained with a calm tone.

"And that means your war is not necessary." Rowan said with a vicious laugh. The Lawbringer of course gave his comrade a hard look behind his helmet that said 'you aren't helping.'

"Unnecessary? My father is rotting in a dungeon while my sisters are being treated as prisoners." Robb's voice stayed calm, but one could easily hear the indignation in it. "Are you asking me to let the Lannisters do whatever the want to my family?"

"What I'm asking you is to be patient. Don't do anything stupid like starting a war." Retorted the Lawbringer with a harsher tone, but the Stark was by no means giving up.

"The North is strong. All of my father's bannermen are loyal to him and will do whatever it takes to rescue him."

The Captain approached Robb, reducing the distance between them to just a few centimeters. "And you believe that will be enough? Do you even have allies that will support you or people you can trust to protect the land behind you as your army marches forward?"

"I don't plan on conquering the Seven Kingdoms or even fight every House in Westeros. I only intent to reach King's Landing and get my family back." Robb was forced to look up due to the Lawbringer's larger size, but his gaze did not waver.

"And to do that you have to travel almost half the continent. No matter how you look at it, a lot of people will get involved in this war of yours either they like it or not. The majority of them will not survive the first year." Turning to his partner, Peyton threw the drink off the Conqueror's hand. "Move, its time to go."

"H-Hey! You could have at least let me finish it!" Rowan put his helmet back on as he followed the Lawbringer outside the tent, leaving Robb Stark all by himself with his hands clutching into tight fist. Once they were a fair distance away from the tent, the Conqueror spoke. "Do you think that was a good idea? He didn't seem to take it very well."

"The boy needs to know what he is getting into. He wants war yet is unaware of the full consequences it brings. I only want him to be prepared once everything goes to hell." Replied the Lawbringer. The two were making their way throughout the camp and heading to where their men were resting.

"Ah! tough love I see. But wasn't our mission to convince him into not going to war?"

"Didn't you see the look on his face? There was no way we could have accomplished that without threatening him with physical violence. Besides, this mission was not a complete waste of time. The North has an overwhelming force. If the Iron Legion decides to go to war against them, then at least we know what to expect."

The Conqueror took a moment to think before chuckling to himself. "Heh, I may not know why the Commander choose me to come here, but I can definitely see why he choose you. You are a scary guy, you know that?"

"Of course. You keep reminding me every fucking day."

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"You are in the presence of his Grace, Joffrey of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm."

Once the man finished speaking, the Warden gave a polite bow to the young ruler on the iron throne. "My King. I'm very pleased to see you are doing well. You have my condolences for what happened to your father." He then turned to the Queen seating next to him. "And for your husband."

The Queen smiled, seemingly content with his words. But he knew best than to trust that smile. "Your words are much appreciated, Ser Walter. I hope everything is going alright back in Castle Stone."

"Never the better. These times of peace has helped grow our strength back after the last war."

"Yes, your efforts are very much appreciated by the crown. It is an honor to have the Commander of the Iron Legion with us on this day." Spoke the King. His words were obviously a formality, as the sound of his voice betrayed their meaning. "But enough of that. To what do we owe this visit? Have you perhaps come to swear your loyalty to your king?"

"I'm afraid not, sire. As you may know, the ceremony to which the Iron Legion swears its loyalty to the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms has always being held inside the halls of Castle Stone for generations."

"Yes, yes, of course. Traditions are very important after all." Joffrey waved his hand in a dismissing manner, clearly displeased by the Warden's response. "If you aren't here to kneel to me, then why did you came all the way to King's Landing?"

"I came to request for the release of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell." Stated the Commander, earning a gasp from almost everybody inside the Throne Room.

"You came to free that traitor?!" Joffrey stood up from the throne in anger. His voice raised to the point where even the guards tensed. "Are you here to defy your King as well?!"

The Warden slowly moved his hand to the hilt of his sword, feeling the hostility growing inside the room. "No your majesty, but I'm sure you are aware of how delicate the situation in the North has turned out." His eyes wandered between the golden guards in precaution.

The blond scoffed in annoyance. "Yes. Those insolent dogs of the North are organizing a rebellion against their King."

"And they are doing it because you have their Lord locked inside a dungeon." The old Warden rested a fist on his chest. "I know what he did, but I fear that the balance of the Kingdom is at risk. We will lose much more in the coming war if Eddard Stark continues to remain in imprisonment much longer."

"I'm afraid that is not possible, Ser Walter." Queen Cersei spoke with distaste. "That man threatened my son during his attempt to claim the Iron Throne for himself. Those actions cannot go unpunished."

"And I agree. But keeping him locked or even killing him for that matter will only end up hurting the Kingdom on the long run."

"That is true. But the outcome depends entirely on Ned Stark's decision. He was given the choice to either accept Joffrey as his true King in front of everyone and be send to the Wall to join the Night Watch as punishment, or choose death." Her smile seemed to return.

"I see. In that case I believe there isn't much I can do." He then turned to the awaiting King. "Your grace, may I please request a meeting with the prisoner?"

There was a grunt of displeasure coming from the King. He looked at his mother as if asking for her opinion. The Warden was not able to hear what they were talking about, but he always found Cersei's smiles somehow disturbing to look at. "I believe there wont be any trouble. I will have the guards escort you to the underground dungeons." Joffrey gestured the Kingsguard to obey.

"Thank you your grace." With another cordial bow, the Warden took his leave. However, he was stopped when he heard the Queen speak once again.

"Oh. Before you leave Ser Walter, may I ask how has my cousin been doing under your command?" He knew that she was speaking out of curtesy. He was well aware that she did not care about her own cousin as much as she pretended.

"She is doing quite well your highness. She misses her family very much."

Cersei smiled again. This time a little more forcefully. "That's great to hear. In that case I'll leave her well being under your care, Lord Commander." And with those final words, the great doors connecting to the Throne Room closed.

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Krea Lannister gazed at the fields that surrounded Castle Stone. Her hand clad in chainmail brushed the cold stone that composed the large fortress. War was coming. She could feel it in the wind that hit the multiple banners that carried the symbol of the Iron Legion. They all could be spotted hanging proudly around the castle walls.

She was worried about her Commander's safety. The old man was one of the strongest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms, she had no doubt about that, but King's Landing was a city plagued with infamy and corruption. And worst of all, it was the place where her distant cousin, Cersei Lannister, rules without restraint. She could only pray to the seven for the Lord Commander to be able to return safely. The man was probably the closest thing she had to a family ever since she joined the Legion.

"Captain." She heard someone call for her. It was one of the inner-guards that were stationed inside the castle. "A raven just arrived carrying a message from Captain Ser Peyton."

The blond was not surprised at all by this. It was to be expected that since she was the one left in charge of Castle Stone, the responsibility of answering any arriving messages would fall in her shoulders. With that said, she extended her hand without wasting another second and the soldier was quick to hang over the message before being dismissed. Breaking the seal, she read the contents of the letter.

"So it seems they failed." The Warden mumbled to herself in disappointment.

Apparently Robb Stark had no intention of getting his troops back to the North. She couldn't blame him given his circumstances, but a part of her desired to run her sword across his heart and prevent the coming war from ever happening. She didn't care if the boy ended up killing the entirety of her family, but the conflict itself will end up killing thousands of innocent people.

The last few days have been nothing but trouble for her. Releasing a tired sigh, Krea could feel a coming headache but suppressed the feeling. She had a lot of responsibilities that she still needed to attend to, so right now was not the time to show any kind of weakness in front of her subordinates. Someone needed to defend the place.

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The sound of a metallic door being unlocked was heard and a lone light could be seen shinning through the endless darkness that occupied the large corridors. With that, a man wearing heavy armor entered through the door with a torch in hand.

"Ned…" Called the old Warden as he moved through the seemingly empty cell. "Are you here, Ned?"

There was no response at first. The Commander tried to see what laid beyond the darkness, but he was limited to where the torch could only reach. However, the sound of chains scrapping was heard, along with a familiar voice.

"Wal? Is… Is that you" The Warden heard someone speak and advanced forward into the room. Soon enough, he found who he was looking for. It was Ned Stark. His hands chained to the other side of the room, treated like a dog.

"It is." The Commander responded. Kneeling next to his old friend, he searched for any sights of injuries, analyzing his general state. Walter frowned at what he found. Ned's body was full of bruises, along with symptoms of dehydration and lack of eating. His leg didn't seemed to be in good shape either. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? I've had better days." The Warden of the North chuckled to himself. It was good to see that the old fool still had some spirit in him.

"That you do. Here, I brought you some water." Ned took the offering without complain and brought it to his lips. "Take it slowly."

"I know…" Ned cleaned his mouth and took a few moments to calm his breathing before speaking. "What are you doing here, Wal? We are a little too far from Castle Stone."

"I'm here because of you Ned. I heard about what happened. After I was told that Jon Arryn died and that you were becoming the next Hand of the King, I thought things were going to start getting better for the Kingdom. Now imagine my surprise when I heard that you tried to take the throne from the current King." The Warden removed his helmet to look at each others eyes. "For the gods sake Ned, I bet it was that damn pride of yours what brought you here."

"It was not…about pride. I was doing the right thing." Ned said between heavy breaths.

"The right thing? How is betraying the King the right thing? Sure, he is far from the most pleasant person to talk with, but I don't believe that's enough of a reason to warrant a betrayal."

"No, you don't understand. Joffrey is not the rightful King. He never was." Ned took more water. "After Robert's death, the next in line to the Iron Throne is his brother, Stannis Baratheon."

Walter blinked. "Ned, what are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is that Joffrey is not Robert's son…" Ned paused for a moment as he continues to breath heavily. "…You need to get out of here."

"I…I don't understand. Why?"

"Because the only reason there is for them…to allow you come see me and risk their secret being exposed…is because they want you dead as well."

The Warden could barely grasp what he was being told by his friend and fellow Warden. However, the sudden sound of something coming from the dark caught his attention. There was the sound of his own breathing, along with the large amount of footsteps coming from outside the room. And they were getting closer.

CHAPTER END

And that's it for now folks. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter with the Knights and the characterization I'm giving each character in their personality. I don't intent to describe the armor or how each Hero looks because I want you guys to be able to familiarize your own custom characters and imagine them as you read the story. There are multiple Heroes of the same class, in case anybody was wondering.

There is a little more background to the apparent trap that the good-old Warden has fell into, which will have depth and explanation in the next Knight chapter. With that said, the next chapter will feature Daenerys as she travels depth into the land of the Samurai. How will that go I wonder. After that it will be the turn of the Vikings and then again to the Knights.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Don't be afraid to let me know what you guys think and any kind of suggestions will be considered if they offer an actual opinion of the story. Questions will be answered in the next chapter as well, so don't be shy and ask away, I'll do my best to answer.

With all of that said and done, I wish you all a great year! Happy 2019!