Sorry for the wait with this one went through around 4 ideas what to have this chapter on and at one point considered skipping ahead a few months to get to the juicy stuff but decided against it, and the end result was this, hope you like it.

The Crossroads, The Riverlands, Westeros

Tyrion rode his horse down the Kingsroad, eager to get back to the capitol before Autumn began. Beside him was Yoren who was heading down the capitol as well but for different reasons than he was. He didn't mind though, he was fun to have around, always willing to crack a joke of some kind. "You stayed at the Inn at the Crossroads before?"

The Night's watchman nodded. "Aye, stayed here every time I've been down south, good beds and bread." He glanced over his shoulder at the two Lannister Men at Arms who were riding silently behind the pair. "And they usually have rooms available."

"Good, I would hate to camp down outside again." Tyrion spoke out with slight humour in his voice. "Had enough of that in the North."

Yoren laughed. "Aye, you lot do keep it a lot comfier down south."

"Well unlike you northmen we like warmth." Tyrion smirked.

The four riders fell quiet after that as they rode down the ancient paved road. Soon the Inn came into sight and they headed towards it, one of the Men at Arms behind them humming the tune to The bear and the maiden fair.

"Be quiet would you?" Tyrion called back to his men as he dismounted, holding out the reigns to the one who had been humming. "Stable them and meet us inside."

"Yes milord." The man nodded and took the leads of all four horses and led them to the stable. "Milord!" he called out.

Tyrion looked up at Yoren before yelling out. "What is it?"

"Riders milord! A lot of them!"

The Imp sighed and walked to the stable to see for himself. True to the Man at Arms a large number of armoured riders were trotting up the road. But what was odd about them was the armour, they were all segmented plate armour with mail underneath and wore helmets that covered their necks as well as their heads. They also all carried very large, wide shields. The rider at the front also carried a large banner that had a stylised Dragon emblazoned on it, though it certainly didn't look like a Targeryan banner. "Don't recognise the banner. Yoren, you know it?"

"Can't say I do my Lord." The Night's watchman said as he walked to them.

All four watched as the company of riders approached the Inn. When they reached it lead rider dismounted and the rest all followed suit, with the lead and one other walking over to Tyrion and the others. "Well met, this the Inn at the Crossroads?"

Tyrion looked at the man, he was tall and clearly well built but not quite as impressive as Eadric was. "Yes, it is. Can I ask who I address?"

"Decanus Idolaf Battle-born of the Imperial Legion." The man nodded and gave a sort of salute by placing his fist on his chest. "And who might you be?"

"Tyrion Lannister." The Imp nodded to the Decanus. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a person called Jon by any chance?"

Idolaf looked at him for a few moments. "Aye, he's my brother." He glanced at the two Lannister men behind Tyrion and at Yoren. "You know him?"

"I know a friend of his, Eardric." At this Idolaf raised his brow and nodded slightly to the man next to him, who moved off to rejoin the riders. "I take it you know him?"

The Nord glanced around before replying. "We're here to bring him home. How far is it to the Wall from here?"

"A few weeks if you keep to the Kingsroad." Yoren spoke. "Though you'll likely have some trouble at the Neck if you're not careful."

"What has Eadric done to warrant a small army coming after him?" Tyrion asked with a slight smirk.

Idolaf sighed. "It's not what he's done it's what he might do, we're to bring him back to Tamriel before he starts something." The Nord grimaced slightly as he spoke, clearly it was important.

"Ah, I see. Well, would you care to join me, Yoren and my men for a drink?" Tyrion asked, gesturing to the Inn.

The Nord looked over his shoulder at the rest of the riders for a moment before looking back to Tyrion and nodded. "Aye, I think I will." He took off his helmet and called over his shoulder. "Set up camp! I'll be sure to bring back a barrel of mead!" There was a small cheer from the riders who were already getting ready to settle down for the night.

Nodding to Idolaf, Tyrion entered the inn and immediately saw it was close to full, probably all the people returning from the tourney he was sure the King had hosted for Lord Stark. "I'm sorry, milord, we're all full up." The innkeeper, a woman called Heddle said with a slight bow as soon he'd walked a scant few metres.

"My men can sleep in the stable." Tyrion spoke, taking off his riding gloves. "As for myself, I don't require a large room." It was as much a joke as a means of getting a room.

Heddle looked down the hall that made up the inn before turning back. " Truly, my lord, we have nothing."

Well there was one method of getting a room left. "Is there nothing I can do" Tyrion took out a gold dragon from his coin purse and knocked on a table with it. "To remedy this?" He gestured around the hall, there was bound to be someone willing to give up a room for gold.

"You can have my room." A dishevelled traveller spoke up.

Tyrion smiled and tosses the coin over, which the man caught. "There's a clever man." He turned back to Heddle. "You can manage food, I trust?" The woman nodded and Tyrion smirked again before heading over to a table. "Yoren, Idolaf dine with me."

"Aye, my Lord." Yoren nodded. Idolaf meanwhile only grunted in agreement, his appearance had drawn the attention of several of the patrons but most were looking at Tyrion.

"My Lord of Lannister!" A bard with what Tyrion had to admit was a naturally annoying face called as he bowed. "Might I entertain you while you eat? I can sing of your father's victory at King's Landing!"

Tyrion grimaced. "Nothing would more likely ruin my supper." The bard stood from his bow, a look of annoyance on his face but that didn't last long and he instead focused his attention back on the couple he'd probably been trying to scavenge from before Tyrion had arrived, a couple who surprised Tyrion. "Lady Stark! What an unexpected pleasure. I was sorry to have missed you at Winterfell."

"Lady Stark." Heddle exclaimed with surprise before bowing.

Catelyn Stark stared at Tyrion for a few seconds before slowly standing up, not saying a word and not looking away from him, she looked angry for some reason. Pulling down her veil she looked around the hall. "I was still Catelyn Tully the last time I stayed here." She looked around the various patrons before stopping on one in particular. "You, Ser." She stepped forward. "Is that the black bat of Harrenhal I see embroidered on your coat?"

The patron in question stood slowly. "It is my lady."

"And is Lady Whent a true and honest friend to my father... Lord Hoster Tully of Riverrun?" Lady Catelyn asked, for what reason Tyrion had no idea.

The knight nodded. "She is."

Catelyn nodded to the knight and looked down the hall again, focusing on another patron. "The Red Stallion was always a welcome sight at Riverrun. My father counts Jonas Bracken amongst his oldest and most loyal bannermen."

The Bracken knight stood quickly and nodded. "Our Lord is honoured by his trust."

Tyrion sighed very slightly and looked back at Catelyn." I envy your father all his fine friends... but I don't quite see the purpose of this."

Lad Stark seemed to ignore him and instead turned around to look again, focusing on a knight with a appalling hat on. "I know your sigil as well." The third knight stood. "The twin towers of Frey. How fares your Lord, Ser?"

"Lord Walder is well, my Lady. He has asked your father for the honour of his presence on his 90th nameday. He plans to take another wife." The knight explained.

Tyrion grunted in amusement at the idea that the old man of the Riverlands was taking yet another wife but Lady Stark instead turned and walked slowly towards Tyrion. " This man." She pointed at him. "Came into my house as a guest and there conspired to murder my son, a boy of ten." What idiocy was this, Tyrion thought, looking around, surely no-one could be buying this slander. "In the name of King Robert and the good Lords you serve, I call upon you to seize him and help me return him to Winterfell to await the King's justice." As one all the knights and several other patrons drew their swords and pointed them at Tyrion.

"Take him outside." lady Catelyn instructed and Tyrion was grabbed by the knight of house Bracken and dragged outside of the inn, his two men turning and backing up, their own swords drawn. "Leave now, or stay and share your masters fate." Lady Stark spoke to them in a cold manner.

The two didn't need any encouragement and fled instantly, quickly taking their horses and riding off, no doubt the Casterly Rock.

"Lady Stark." Yoren called as he approached her. "We were both on our way to Kingslading, the Queen will know what you've done."

"It does not matter that the Queen does, soon the Imp will be in Winterfell." Lady Stark said, looking at Yoren. "I will not keep one of the Nightswatch, safe travels."

Yoren looked at Catelyn and then at Tyrion for a moment before nodding. "And to you, my lady." He shrugged apologetically at Tyrion before entering the inn again.

"At least you won't arrest a man of the nightswatch for no reason, only a Lannister." Tyrion spat.

Lady Stark ignored him and instead focused on Idolaf, who had followed the group outside and was now flanked by a couple of the other legionaries. "And who are you, Ser?"

Idolaf looked between Catelyn and Tyrion in much the same way Yoren had before placing a fist on his chest again and looking at Catelyn. "Decanus Idolaf Battle-born of the Fourth Legion, Servant of the Empire of Tamriel."

"Tamriel?" Catelyn asked, though by her tone it was clear she didn't want him answering. "And what do you think of the crimes this man has committed against my family?" She gestured to Tyrion.

The Nord glanced at Tyrion. "I wouldn't know, my lady." Behind him several others from his group of cavalry have wandered over, one resting a spear on his shoulder. "I would ask though, is Winterfell on the way to the Wall?"

"It is Ser." Lady Stark answered with a nod and glanced at the various knights who were readying their horses and seemed to judge them silently. "Will you accompany me North? The Neck can be treacherous without a symbol of the North."

Idolaf looked over his shoulder at his men and after a few of them nodded at him he turned back. "We'll ride with you, but after we arrive at Winterfell we must head North to the Wall."

"Of course, Sers." Catelyn said with a nod before walking over to her own horse and mounting it.

The Crossroads, The Riverlands, Westeros

The company of legionaries and varied knights of the Riverlands had left the Inn at the Crossroads very soon after Lady Catelyn had arrested Lord Tyrion, which several of the men in Idolaf's Turma had grumbled about. Though soon after leaving they had taken an eastern road Catelyn had assured them they would get to the North sooner rather than later. After a night in the woods of the Riverlands the company had quickly found itself in rugged uplands that looked very similar to parts of the Reach.

"We'll camp here for the night." Catelyn called out to the rest of the company, who quickly dismounted horses and set about getting some rest, the bard even taking out his instrument and playing something. "Remove his hood." Idolaf heard her instruct to one of the knights, the Bracken if he remembered correctly.

The knight complied and yanked the hood off the dwarfs head and pushed him forward, causing him to stagger. As the Dwarf regained his composure he stalked over to Lady Stark, eyeing the bard who was now singing at his expense. "On that eve, the captive Imp down-wards from his horse did limp, no more would he preen and primp, in garb of red and gold." Idolaf was really beginning to dislike this bard, Jon would've put more effort into it, and if Eadric were here he'd probably be hitting the man over the head with his lyre.

" This isn't the Kingsroad." Tyrion spoke, looking around at the landscape. "You said we were riding for Winterfell."

"I did." Lady Stark said, glaring at him. "Often and loudly."

Idolaf looked over at his men, one of them was getting a fire going and several others were securing the horses. Sighing slightly he looked back to Catelyn. "You said you'd get us to the Wall, if this isn't the way..."

"I'm sure she intended you to get a ship from Gulltown, probably the way she'll be getting North." Tyrion called out before looking around, making sure to look each knight and sellsword who had followed Catelyn. "They'll be out in droves, looking for me in the wrong place. Word's probably gotten to my father by now. He'll be offering a handsome reward." He looked purposefully at the man who had agreed to give him a room, who was currently sharpening his sword. "Everyone knows a Lannister always pays his debts." The man looked at him and seemed to be considering his chances. "Would you be so good as to untie me?" He gestured with his bound hands to Lady Stark.

"And why would I do that?"

Tyrion sighed and pointedly looked around the landscape. "Why not? Am I going to run? The hill tribes would kill me for my boots. Unless a Shadowcat ate me first." He said, once again glaring at Catelyn.

"Shadowcats and hill tribes are the least of your concerns." She met his glare.

"Ah." Tyrion nodded in understanding. "the Eastern Road. We're going to The Vale. You're taking me to your sister's to answer for my imagined crimes. Tell me, Lady Stark. When was the last time you saw your sister?"

Catelyn didn't look away. "Five years ago."

Tyrion smirked. "She's changed. She was always a bit touched, but now... You might as well kill me here."

"I am not a murderer Lannister."

"Neither am I!" Tyrion yelled out exasperated."I had nothing to do with the attempt on your son's life!"

"The dagger found..."

"What kind of idiot arms an assassin with his own blade?" He yelled again.

Idolaf spoke up, having listened to the argument. "Wait, you're arresting him and your only evidence is a dagger?"

Tyrion gestured to Idolaf. "See. Only an idiot wou-"

Before the dwarf could finish speaking a whistling sound pierced the air and the bards lyre exploded into splinters, sending him off the rock he was sitting on. A few feet away the knight of House Bracken was hit in the skull by a stoner, slingers. "TO ARMS!" Idolaf cried at the top of his lungs as he drew his spatha. His men followed suit and quickly made towards him, slung stones hitting off a few of them but their armour protecting them.

To each side of them along the road men came charging, they were armed with axes, maces and a few spears but precious little armour. "ATTACK!" Idolaf ordered and charged the nearest bandit. He hadn't had time to grab his shield but his armour was thick and well made, it would protect him. The bandit didn't seem to care about that and screamed as he too charged, mace raised in the air, ready to fall. As the two met the bandit swung down savagely but widely, he clearly wasn't trained, raising his spatha Idolaf met the mace in the air and the well treated steel cut straight through the thin wooden shaft and carried on to slash the bandit in the shoulder. Howling in pain the man slunk to the floor, only to receive a fierce thrust from Idolaf which ended the fools life.

Looking around Idolaf saw the rest of his men were busy dealing with those coming from the western side of the road while the knights and sellsword were killing those coming from the east. On the ridge the slingers were still losing down rocks into the group. "Spear!" He calls out to the nearest of his men who quickly tosses the spear he was holding over before pulling his own spatha and rejoining the fray. Catching the spear Idolaf pulls his arm back and lets out a deep breath, focusing on one of the slingers. With a roar he throws it, sending it sailing through the air. The slinger doesn't notice it until it's too late and the spear impales him in the chest, sending him crumpling to the floor.

The other slinger cried out something when he saw his companion killed and started slinging rocks as fast as he could at Idolaf, most of them missing him but a few hit him in his armour, stunning him slightly. As Idolaf moved forward, trying to find another spear one of his men rushed over to him and held his shield over him while another jogged up with his own spear and threw it, missing by only a few inches . The slinger dived to the side, seemingly to try to void the spear that had already gone past him and stumbled down the slope, falling to only a few metres away from Idolaf and the two other legionaries. Before any of the four could move one of the knights from the Riverlands rushed in and tackled the slinger down to the ground, stabbing him repeatedly with a knife.

Pushing the shield off of him Idolaf stood, looking around. All the bandits were dead but several of the knights lay on the ground, the Bracken and Frey knights among them. Tyrion was stood over the body of one of the bandits, shield in his hand and looking exhausted, by the looks of the bandits face the dwarf had used the shield to crush his skull.

The sellsword had also survived and by the small pile of bodies around him Idolaf guessed he'd killed several at the last. "Your first?" idolaf heard him ask the dwarf, to which he nodded. "You need a woman. Nothing like a woman after a fight."

Tyrion looked over at Catelyn, who was by the large Stark man, Rodrik his name was. "I'm willing if she is." Tyrion spoke, still panting.

Shaking his head Idolaf turned back to his men, all had survived though a couple were nursing wounds and one was having trouble getting his slightly bent in helm off. "Right, Njorn, with me to get those spears."He called out before beginning he climb to get his spear and that of the one who had missed, followed by one of the legionaries.

Eadric Haraldsson - Hircine
Skjor - Hircine
Mystery person - Try guessing
Delvin Mallory - Nocturnal

One more chapter done, figured now would be a good time to see the event that started the whole War of Five Kings through and I, to be honest, didn't expect it to fill an entire chapter.
If any of you are wondering about the look of the armour Idolaf and the rest of the cavalry are wearing it looks like the Auxillia Palatina unit from Rome Total War barbarian invasion so if you google that you've got the idea.
And I'm sure some of you can already guess what's in store for Idolaf and the rest of his Turma.
As always thanks for reading and feel free to leave a review.