And here we go, not a month after the last one for once.
As usual, hope you enjoy the read.

The Red Keep, The Crownlands, Westeros

"Ser Severus." A page called out as Severus walked towards the sparring court of the Red Keep.

"Thane." Severus corrected as he stopped and looked towards the page. "What is it?"

"King Joffrey commands your presence."

Semponius internally sighed. "And where is the King?"

"The Throne Room, milord."

Severus nodded to the page and moved past him, heading to the great hall.

...

After a few minutes Severus walked through the large doors of the great hall. Inside was the boy king, Joffrey, sitting on the Iron Throne. To his right was the Queen mother and to his left sat Baelish, the financier of the kingdoms. "Your grace." Severus gave a slight bow.

"Thane Semponius, my father said you fought in a war, alongside your Empire's Imperial Legion. Is that true?" Joffrey demanded rather than asked.

"Yes, your grace. I fought alongside the Fourth Legion during the Second Great War."

"And how effective in combat is this Legion?"

Severus glanced towards Baelish, who was jotting something down. "Supremely." He answered. "The Legion has no match in Tamriel on the field."

"How do they compare to the others in Tamriel?" Joffrey pressed.

"The Legion is more organised, disciplined and well equipped than any other race in Tamriel. The Nords of Skyrim rely on hold warriors and a levy, they call it the Fyrd." Severus explained.

"What composes the fird?" Baelish asked, not looking up from the book.

Severus looked at the master of coin. "The Fyrd." He corrected. "And the fyrd is made up of farmers, craftsman, labourers. Every Nord is expected to take their place in the shield wall should they be needed."

"You mentioned hold warriors." The King spoke again. "Do you mean warriors of a particular holdfast?"

"Skyrim is divided into nine holds, each is ruled by a Jarl. The hold warriors make up the guards who patrol the hold, the warriors sworn directly to the Jarl and those sworn to the Jarl's Thanes." Severus elaborated. "The men sworn to me are some of the hold warriors of Whiterun Hold."

Joffrey leaned back in the Iron Throne. "So each of these Jarls is a lord and the hold guard are the liege levies. Is this how the Legion operates?"

Severus shook his head. "No, the Legion is comprised of professional soldiers and they're loyal to the Empress directly. Each legionary serves for twenty five years."

"A royal army." Joffrey declared, a smile pasted on his face, though it looked off somehow. "Has it ever lost a war?"

Severus looked up for a moment, thinking. "A few." He turned back to the king. "The Invasion of Akivir, the Invasion of the Akiviri and the conquests of Tiber Septim. The First Great War ended in a stalemate, though the second was a victory for the Empire."

The King looked a big put out but kept asked another question. "Who did you fight in these 'Great Wars'? The Nords?"

"No, your grace, Skyrim is a province of the Empire." He failed to mention the Civil war, not in front of a foreign king. "The Great Wars were invasion by the Second Aldmeri Dominion, they wished to conquer the realms of men and... to wipe us out."

The Queen, who had until now just watched on with a smirk on her face, spoke up. "And what do you mean by that, ser? Surely they did not mean to eradicate all their fellow men?"

"They're not men, your grace." Severus replied quickly, King Robert had barely believed him, he doubted the new one would. "The Second Aldmeri Dominion is an Elven empire, ruled by the Altmer, the High Elves."

"Elves? You expect us to be believe such nonsense?" The Queen spat, her smirk replaced with a scowl. Joffrey also displayed a scowl.

Severus sighed inwardly. "Your grace, there's an Elf serving as our... advisor back at camp."

"Send for him, I expect to see an Elf." The king ordered.

"Of course, your grace."

Joffrey's scowl lessened. "You may go. But I expect an Elf in front of me by tomorrow."

Severus bowed his head. "Your grace." He stood straight again before turning and leaving, his boots impact on the stone floor echoing around the hall.

Castle Black, the North, Westeros

Eadric dragged the sled carrying the corpses of Othor and Jaffer flowers through the Walls inner gate and into the courtyard of Castle Black. Stopping a few metres in he dropped the rope and chuckled slightly as Jon and Sam stood up from the strain of pushing it that far and again as when they noticed he didn't show any signs of tiring.

Behind him he heard someone walking up and soon Mormont came into view, standing beside the sled. "That's Othor, without a doubt." He muttered as he looked the corpses over.

"Other one's Jaffer Flowers milord." Yarwyck gestured to the former rangers stump. "That's the hand the wolf tore off."

Mormont nodded slowly. "Any sign of Benjen, or the rest of his party?"

Beside him Jon tensed. "Just these two, milord." He managed. "Been dead a while I'd say."

Jeor nodded grimly and glanced at Sam, who was leaning closer to the sled. "The smell." He spoke after a while.

Leaning forward himself Eadric found he couldn't smell anything, which immediately sent faint shivers down his spine. "There ain't none." He muttered. "I don't like this."

"They'd rot if they'd been dead for a long time, wouldn't they?" Sam wondered.

"Aye they would..." The Nord nodded. "Unless..."

"What is it, Haraldsson?" Jeor asked, and Eadric saw most of the others gathered were now looking at him, along with those on the railing above.

Looking back down at the corpses for a moment and looking towards their eyes reinforced Eadric's fears. "Look at the eyes, pale blue, too pale to be natural."

Yarwyck also leant forward. "Aye, pale blue... Othor had green eyes, didn't he?"

Above them one of the other Watchman called down. "Aye he did."

"You don't think..." Sam looked to Eadric. "That they could be..."

Eadric prodded Jaffer with his foot. "Draugr." He breathed.

"Draugr?" Jon asked, looking confused.

"Ancient Nord dead." Eadric began. "They walk the halls of the tombs that dot Skyrim. Their eyes glow blue. Not like this but it's damn close. Should burn them, just to be sure."

"Aye, should burn them." Jon agreed.

"Haraldsson and Snow aren't wrong, milord. Fire will do for 'em, the Wilding way." Yarwyck agreed

Mormont grimaced as glanced at Eadric for a moment before looking back down at the two. "I want Maestor Aemon to examine them. Haraldsson, you'll be with him, they show more signs of being these draugr... end them." Eadric nodded to him. "Get them inside."

"Come on, you heard him." Yarwyck pushed the nearby Pip to the sled.

Pip and Jon grabbed the end of the sled and began to push before another watchman caught their attention stopping them. "Lord Commander." The assembled looked up at the railing. "Maestor Aemon awaits you in his chambers. A raven, from Kingslanding."

...

Maestor Aemon hadn't had time to inspect the bodies that day, instead he was supposed to do them the next morning with Tarly and Eadric present. Sam was to be his eyes during the inspection and the Nord was to be there in case they were what he suspected they were. Since the news from Kingslanding though Aemon's attention was elsewhere and Mormont was had been busy keeping Snow under control and after the bastard had tried to kill Thorne he had been confined to quarters.

It was night now though and Eadric found it difficult to sleep, the possibility of draugr being north of the Wall had filled him with a certain dread. While they might've been easy enough to kill in the tombs of Skyrim they always came in numbers and if the stories were to be believed, there would be thousands like them north of the Wall.

A shout disturbed him from his thoughts and he quickly rose to his feet. Another shout, followed by more alerted him that something very wrong had happened in the castle. Bolting through the door of the chambers he had been inhabiting since he'd arrived with Tyrion he grabbed his sword from its position leant against the wall and unsheathed it, heading towards the source of the yelling, the south eastern tower of the castle.

Finding the door to the officers barracks already open he rushed in and his fears were immediately confirmed. In the centre of the room was Jaffer Flowers, holding Ser Alliser Thorne by the throat and trying to claw at him, only being stopped by the experienced ranger's mail armour.

Eadric rushed forward and Flowers either didn't notice him or was too focused on Thorne to other facing him so didn't turn to face him. Bringing his sword up the Nord grabbed a hold of Jaffer's hair and ran the skyforge steel blade across the back of his neck, severing the dead man's head.

Jaffer quickly went limp and dropped Thorne who desperately grasped for air before accepting Eadric's outstretched hand and pulling himself up. "Seven hells Haraldsson, you're a sight for sore eyes." He breathed out. "It got Rykker." He pointed behind him at the corpse of Jaremy Rykker, who had only a few hours before lead Eadric, Sam and Jon beyond the Wall. The two approached the dead ranger who had by the looks of it had had his neck snapped by Flowers.

Behind them they heard another enter and turned to see Yarwyck running through the door, sword in hand. "Seven hells!" He exclaimed and pointed at Flowers he who writhing on the floor and after a few moments rose quickly, his head still laying beside him.

Without a moments hesitation Eadric roared and charged the draugr like thing and slashed at an arm that tried to strike him, cutting straight though it. As the severed arm fell to the floor Eadric grabbed Flowers by throat and yanked him off the ground, bringing his immense strength to bear. With another roar from exertion he threw the walking corpse with all his might and the sickening crunch of bones breaking from its impact with the wall filled the air.

Again though after a few moments the corpse somehow rose to its feet again and this time all three charged it and started hacking at it, soon reducing the deceased watchman to little more than a pile of stale blood and limbs that kept on twitching but otherwise presented no threat. The three men stopped when such became apparent, panting from the effort of the repeated swings. "Seven fucking hells." Thorne cursed, prodding the severed limbs with the tip of his sword and taking a few steps back, along with the others, when the remaining hand made a clear attempt to grab the end of the blade.

"Fuck." Was all Yarwyck managed for a while as he moved to one of the walls and leant against it, gathering his breath. "Fucking thing got Rykker as well." He growled when he saw the fallen Ranger.

"Came when I heard the yelling." Eadric stated, bending down and picking up a ragged remain of the cloak Jaffer once wore and wiping his bloodied blade. "Not soon enough."

Thorne cursed under his breath again and stabbed his sword into a wooden post, releasing stress. "First Benjen! Now this!" He screamed and kicked the still twitching head of Flowers into the wall.

Outside the thud of many feet on the wooden platform outside the tower became evident and soon several other Watchman, each with some sort of weapon, were at the door. "Milords!" The one at their head called as he entered the room, stopping when he saw the mess that had been produced.

"What!?" Thorne yelled, clearly beyond having lost his temper.

The Watchman took a step back. "We heard yellin' and fightin'. We came quick as we could."

"Well you're fucking too late for that now!" Alliser snapped.

As the somewhat stunned newly arrived black brothers thought other their chances of not being killed by Thorne later another came running along the platform and burst through them. "Lord Commander Mormont! He's been attacked!"

In an instant Thorne rushed through the door, pushing those there out of his way, followed by Yarwyck and a few feet after by Eadric. On the opposite side of the courtyard, by the north western tower was Mormont and Jon Snow, the bastard clutching his hand and the Old Bear barking orders to at the top of his lungs. "Water! Put that fire out!" For a moment those by the south eastern tower were a bit confused before they saw the tell tale lick of orange coming from the window to the Lord Commander quarters.

Ser Allisser quickly grabbed one of the watchman who had come after Jaffers second demise by the shoulder. "You heard the man! Water!" He screamed into the poor man's ear. The others didn't wait around to receive the same treatment and scurried off to join the others fighting the fire before it spread any further.

...

Several hours later the sun began to climb over the horizon behind the thick clouds that surrounded the castle, making the top of the Wall invisible. Before the bleak light had arrived the small fire had been put out with little effort but now there was another matter that was being dealt with.

Outside the gate of Castle Black the pyre of Jaremy Rykker had been prepared and his last rights recited before being burnt, so as to avoid him raising like the occupants of the second pyre lit an hour later. Sam, Jon, Green, Pyp, Rast and Eadric along with several others behind them or on the rampart above stood around the burning remains of Othor and Jaffer Flowers.

"They weren't draugr." Eadric stated as the flames spat up. "Draugr die same way as men, not like these."

Beside him Sam nodded grimly. "Touched by White Walkers, that's why they came back, that's why their eyes turned blue." The other new Watchman looked at Sam. "Only fire will stop them."

"How do you know that?" Jon asked, still holding his bandaged hand from his own fight with Othor, having grabbed a lantern and thrown it on Othor when stabbing him had failed to work.

"Read it in a book." Came the predictable answer from Tarly. "A very old book in maester Aemon's library."

Jon grimaced and looked back at the pyre. "What else did the book say?"

"The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years, and when they wake up..." He stopped, gulping for a moment.

"When they wake up?" Pyp pressed.

Sam breathed out and looked up at the Wall, the top still not visible. "I hope the Wall's high enough." All those gathered looked up at the Wall and a shiver ran down Eadric's neck.

Sanguine's plane of Oblivion

Sanguine, Prince of excess and debauchery, idly drank from his wine goblet as he watched a theatrical rendition of the Lusty Argonian Maid. He had to admit it was more entertaining in its written form but by oblivion was his Argonian acolyte trying.

"Here, polish my spear." His acolyte playing Crantius Colto purred.

"But it is huge! It could take me all night!" Lifts-Her-Tail replied in the mock shock he assumed the director had instructed her to say it in.

The Daedra again sipped from the wine when the entrance portal to his outdoor gentleman's specialist theatre opened and Hircine walked through.

For a moment the Daedric Prince of the hunt looked a bit confused as to what was going on but very quickly caught on when Lifts-Her-Tail began polishing Crantius Colto's spear. Soundly ignoring what was on display Hircine walked over to Sanguine. "Call Meridia." He quickly demanded.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something, brother?" Sanguine gestured to the play in front of him.

"Yes, I can." Hircine crossed his arms. "And I need to speak with Meridia, now."

Sanguine sighed and snapped his fingers, momentarily pausing the two 'actors' in time. "You could just go to the Coloured Rooms and speak to her there, brother."

The Prince of the hunt sighed. "Just call our sister."

"Fine, fine." Sanguine acquiesced and snapped his fingers, transporting them both to the large meeting room of the various Daedric Princes. Sitting down in his throne at the end of the room Sanguine summoned a Dremora sworn to him. "Go find Meridia, request she comes here." The Dremora quickly bowed its horned head and teleported out of the room. "What is this about, dear brother?"

Hircine sat himself down in his carved wooden throne. "Westeros."

"Ran into a few problems, brother?" Sanguine asked with a teasing voice.

Before Hircine could answer the doors to the chamber swung open and Meridia entered, the beautiful, if cold Daedric Prince of life glaring at Sanguine. "What is it Sanguine?"

"A pleasure to see you too, sweet sister." Sanguine rolled his eyes. "But it's Hircine who wanted you." He gestured to the deer headed prince.

At the mention of Hircine Meridia's face softened and she looked across at the Prince of the Hunt and gave him a quick nod before walking over to her white stone throne. "You know you could've easily come to the Coloured Rooms, brother."

"That's what I told him." Sanguine muttered, which earned him another glare from Meridia.

"My champion in Westeros found something that may be of concern to you, sweet sister." Hircine stated before Meridia could spat back at Sanguine. "He's found undead."

Meridia's face grew dark. "Undead in Westeros... Where?"

"At the north of the continent. And it's worse than just normal undead sister. They can withstand mortal blows, not like undead of Tamriel. Only fire will stop them."

Meridia nodded slightly and linked her fingers in front of her. "That's troubling, though such necromancy will have to be punished, eradicated." She sighed for a moment. "My Champion is in Essos and it will take too long for them to get to the north of Westeros. Unless..." She looked across at Sanguine

Sanguine idly drank again from the wine goblet he'd summoned, Avalon Red this time. "I'm not teleporting your Champion, sweet sister, not what after your little pet did to my realm."

"Umaril's been dead for two centuries, Sanguine."

"That may be but it took my servants two months to get the palace back in order, two months!"

Hircine quickly raised a hand. "Siblings..." He called out in a raised voice and the two looked at him, though he was focusing more on Meridia. "There is another option, a way to get reinforcements to this Wall of theirs without having to turn to the other Princes there."

"And that is?" Meridia asked, leaning forward.

"Malacath." Hircine replied, a grin spreading across his deer like head.

Eadric Haraldsson - Hircine
Skjor - Hircine
Mystery person - Unknown
Delvin Mallory - Nocturnal
Unknown Champion - Meridia

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