The finish chapter to this story is under the name The Stark
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CH 11 draft
I call the banners of the North to gather at Westford Castle, Uncle Benjen's stronghold. As I sat in the council chambers, surrounded by my advisors. I listen to Jeor Mormont, the Minister of Defense, share his strategic insights, while Theon Snow, the leader of our ground forces, outlined his plans in seizing and occupying the iron islands. Wylis Manderly, in charge of our fleet, assured me of their readiness and had provisions gathered and ready to be loaded onto the vessels. The synergy between these three leaders promised an unrivalled military force.
With supplies and provisions secured, our entire force would be prepared to depart in a fortnight. The time had come to exact vengeance upon the Iron Islands for their unprovoked attack on my kingdom. They would soon witness the wrath of the North, as we made them bleed for their transgressions.
Throughout the years, I have tirelessly worked to construct a fleet of 65 warships. Only the finest sailors and captains have been entrusted with these vessels, and I personally commissioned them to train their crews until each and every ship was fully manned. These warships, resembling the grand Spanish galleries, bear basic runes that hold enchantments of great power. One such enchantment ensures that no barnacles dare grow upon their undersides, allowing them to glide effortlessly across the sea, reducing friction, and granting them the ability to manoeuvre with unparalleled speed and grace. Each ship would patrol with a crew of 50 sailors and a company of 100 Marines. But each gallerie had the capability to hold up to 400 men and their supplies. Since their creation, one of the things that I did was have them patrol the shivering sea. I had spent the last two years increasing our trading in Ibben, Lorath and Braavos. Knowing that the attack from the island was a imminent, I had secretly sent 40 of the ships to patrol around Bay of ice.
When Lord Bolton Road into the encampment outside of Westford, an air of anticipation and tension filled the air. Little did he know that his fate had already been sealed. Swiftly, I orchestrated his arrest, ensuring his men were also apprehended. I waited for all of the lords of the North to gather, then I presented irrefutable evidence of Bolton's treachery. Using the mind arts I had several of his own men stepped forward, testifying against him. The room grew heavy with the weight of betrayal as I unveiled letters he had received and sent to the greyjoys, exposing his clandestine alliance. The accusations of aiding the Ironborn in the theft of northern wood to build their ships reverberated through the hall, followed by the damning revelation of his involvement in the despicable trade of selling Northerners into slavery. I held a trial for Lord Bolton, my voice resonating with unwavering resolve, ensuring justice would be served in the presence of all the noble forces of the North.
Lord Bolton, a man notorious for his cruelty and darkness, no, I do not have any benevolence towards him. His keen mind, tarnished reputation, and lack of allies made him acutely aware of the position he was in. Perhaps, in this moment, Bolton was innocent of the actions I attributed to him. Nevertheless, my motivations for wanting him dead were manifold and unyielding. Firstly, his vast lands held a coveted coastline, I desired for my own ambitions. I also know that in Bolton lands there was a lot of volcanic vents and activities. The threat he posed to my power and influence could not be ignored, for even if he had not yet plotted against me, it did not guarantee his future loyalty. Additionally, I needed to demonstrate to all that I was as cunning and ruthless as my ancestors. This war was about securing my legacy. After this war, those in the north, and those in Westeros in the world, will know that provoking me will have dire consequences.
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Knowing that he would not get a fair trial, Lord Bolton demanded a trial by combat, which brought me a satisfied sense of relief. I had not even needed to manipulate his decision, for he willingly chose this path himself. Both my uncle Ned and uncle Rodrik valiantly stepped forward, offering to be my champions. Grateful for their support, I respectfully declined their offer. This was something I needed to face alone; the people of the North needed to witness my triumph over Lord Bolton in this duel. I had a makeshift arena constructed, nestled at the bottom of a dip in the land. From the surrounding hillside, the soldiers of the North would bear witness to this spectacle, their eyes fixed upon the impending clash, as I prepared to bring justice to the traitorous Lord Bolton.
I stood there, the weight of the North pressing down on me, but I felt invincible. I had armoured myself in the finest steel armour, a masterpiece of craftsmanship. I engraved meticulously on it, both the inside and outside, the armour boasted intricate tribalistic patterns that added an air of mystique. But it was the enchantments, the runes of protection that blended into the patterns,, that truly set it apart. With these enchantments, my armour became more than just a mere shield against blows. It became a conduit, a vessel that could absorb kinetic energy, storing it within its core. And when the time was right, I could unleash that stored power in my swings, striking my foes with a force they could never anticipate. But that wasn't all the armour held. It also possessed the ability to make it lighter, allowing me to move with agility and speed. It resembled the renowned steel armour from Skyrim but instead of fur and leather underneath and containing the steel armour. My version I had chainmail-lined leather, providing an extra layer of defence. Even valerian steel would have a hard time penetrating my chainmail and armour.
My weapon was a one-handed axe, a formidable tool of destruction. On one side of the axe, gleamed a razor-sharp ax head, ready to cleave through any obstacle in its path. On the other side, a sturdy hammer emerged, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. But what truly set this axe apart were the enchantments carefully woven into its very essence. These enchantments, whispered by skilled sorcerers, granted the weapon the power to eliminate the jarring shock of vibration that would typically reverberate through one's arm upon impact. With this mighty axe in my grip, I became an unstoppable force, striking with boldness and precision, untethered by the limitations of mere mortal weaponry.
I also had two sharpen Blades in sheaths kris kross on my back. One blade was extremely sharp and thin, a relic passed down from my ancestors who once clashed with House Bolton during their last rebellion. This blade was a reminder of their defiance and treachery. The other, a newly crafted Valyrian dagger, it's ripples gleamed with an otherworldly aura.
As we stood face to face at the beginning of the duel, a tense silence filled the air, neither of us making a move. Suddenly, Bolton swiftly threw a blade towards me that he had hidden in his sword hand, followed by a ferocious charge. With my shield raised, I ignored his dagger since I knew it was a diversion, focusing on his swing deflected his attack and countered with precision. I swiftly manoeuvred behind him, delivering a powerful blow to his knee. Collapsing to the ground, he desperately tried to use his shield for support, but the damage to his knee was debilitating. When I moved to close in on him, he swung his sword in a desperate attempt to strike me, but I effortlessly evaded the attack and struck his plated arm. Methodically, I proceeded to disable his other arm and leg, rendering him defenceless. As the crowd looked on, I brandished my Bolton knife, a symbol of ancestral justice, signifying the end of this poisonous family's reign in the north. Removing his armour and clothing
As I looked at him, his eyes that were filled with arrogance at the beginning of the duel now showed nothing but fear, my heart swelled with a mix of satisfaction and anger. The crowd before me, their faces filled with anticipation, awaited my next move. With a voice that echoed through the air, I unleashed my words upon them. "Too long has House Stark endured the treachery of the Boltons!" I declared, my voice carrying the weight of generations. "I will rectify the mistakes of my ancestors and rid the North of this cancerous family once and for all!" With a resolute gaze, I turned to face Bolton, knowing that the ultimate punishment of the North awaited him.
I severed Bolton's ribs from his spine with my Bolton blade, the steel slicing effortlessly through flesh and bone. As the crimson spray painted the air, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. With a determined grip, I pulled his lungs through the gruesome opening, their twisted shape resembling a pair of macabre wings. The sight was both horrifying and exhilarating, a testament to the power I held over my enemy. With each rib I separated from his spine, I revealed in the macabre artistry of it all, pulling his bones and skin outward to create a grotesque display.
As I stood amidst the sea of onlookers, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. The crimson stains on my face and arms were a chilling testament to the gruesome execution of Bolton. As his lifeless body lay before me, I took a deep breath and turned to face the crowd. With a voice that resonated with conviction, I declared, "House Bolton is no more." The words echoed through the air, a proclamation of justice and retribution. Yet, despite the severity of the punishment. I continued, "The land and titles, once belonging to this treacherous house, will now be seized. And let it be known that any who dare to claim the names Bolton shall suffer the very same fate." The crowd fell silent, a mixture of awe and fear lingering in the air.
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From the boat we had captured from the Ironborn, those ruthless raiders who dared to pillage the North and steal our precious lumber, we took something far greater than mere plunder. We seized their designs, their secrets, and their treacherous knowledge. With swift determination and unwavering resolve, we harnessed the power of their stolen blueprints to construct an armada of seventy longboats. These vessels, born from the very essence of our foes, now stand tall as a testament to our resilience and ingenuity. Let it be known, with bold and resounding certainty, that we have turned their malicious intentions into instruments of our triumph. The winds of victory now fill our sails, carrying us towards a future where our enemies shall tremble and the North shall reign supreme.
As I set sail, my personal ship leading the way, a sense of anticipation was coursed through my veins. The rest of the northern fleet followed closely behind, their sails billowing in the wind. As we passed Cape Kraken, the Ironborn ships, awaited for us, their intentions clear. They had gathered, laying a trap, ready to attack us when we dared to pass.
But I saw this as an opportunity, a chance to showcase the true power of my magically powered cannons. With unwavering confidence, I commanded my ship Captain to charge towards the Ironborn fleet. The cannons roared to life, their destructive force unleashed upon the enemy. From a distance, I strategically positioned my vessel, unleashing devastating blows at each turn, swiftly manoeuvring in different angles.
In a display of sheer dominance, it took me less than 10 minutes to decimate more than 42 Ironborn ships, their once formidable presence reduced to mere debris in the churning sea. The sound of destruction echoed in the air, a bold testament to the might of my ship and its extraordinary capabilities. The Ironborn fleet, caught off guard by our unexpected strength, stood no chance against our relentless assault.
As the smoke cleared, and the waves settled, the northern fleet sailed past the remnants of the Ironborn ships, victorious and unscathed. Our mission to break through their defences was accomplished, and with each passing moment, my reputation as a fearsome captain grew. My personal ship, a symbol of power and determination, had led us to victory, leaving no doubt that on these treacherous waters, I was a force to be reckoned with.