The finish chapter to this story is under the name The Stark
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CH 12 draft
It has been three months since I arrived at Pyke, and I must say, I am thoroughly impressed with Theon Snow's setup and encampment. Utilizing the wood salvaged from remnants of the Ironborn boats and the buildings in the town, he constructed a makeshift wall that separated us from the Pyke Castle.
In the past two months, I have executed a relentless campaign against the Ironborn clergy, every single drowned priest that was captured was brought to Pyke. Where I subjected them to waterboarding, a chilling reminder of their faith's obsession with drowning. Using waterboarding techniques, I will have every single Ironborn priest waterboard, until they fear drowning. I will use this method until they are afraid of the sea and drowning or until their minds break.
Most of them already had their minds broken. Babbling to themselves, they were shaken and we took them to the docks. They would not even look at the ocean, their eyes filled with fear as they Tried to disappear into themselves.
The Lord that I had captured in their keeps, who did not take the opportunity to surrender, were brought to Pyke. I had one of them crucified every day in view of the castle, after I demanded of them to surrender until I had crucified them all. That night I had them all covered in pitch in lit, burning them away. After I was out of prisoners, I took my vessel and sailed it to the foundation stone they held part of the castle.
For an hour and a half I used the cannons. It's a constant fire to obliterate the already eroded foundation, destroying that part of the castle and damaging the section closest to it as it falls into the ocean. Before I continue in my destruction of the castle, I checked the safety readings and I noticed a buildup of magic, needing a while to dissipate safely on the cannon barrels. I had learned my lesson with my Bodyguards. So when I was designing and crafting the cannons, I built-in redundant safety feature. I probably can get away with using the canon for another 20 minutes. After that if I continue to use the cannon it will start to overheat and I would have to take it apart and replace the burnt runic arrays or continue to use it until it explodes and vaporizes everything in a kilometer
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The population of the Ironborn on the island of Pyke had been decimated, reduced by nearly half, by the time I set foot upon its shores. I saw this as an opportunity to thin the population of the Ironborn, allowing the thralls to carry out their vengeance, thus ensuring that my desires were fulfilled while keeping my hands clean from the bloodshed and carnage that befell the Ironborn.
Theon, fueled by righteous fury, swept through Lordsport, liberating the thralls and handing them weapons. Empowering them to exact their long-awaited vengeance upon their former masters.
Lordsport, once the stronghold of Ironborn dominance, now a ghost town. Most of the buildings are burnt out or had Ironborn corpses as well as thralls who collaborated with the slavers hanging off of them. After us the thralls are the second largest population in the port.
Fear pierced the hearts of the Ironborn,they found themselves caught in the crosshairs of the thralls' relentless pursuit. Many met their end, victims of the thralls' wrath. For those who managed to escape, their days were numbered. Groups of thralls, armored, and armed roamed the countryside, looking for Ironborn that were in hiding.
The atrocious acts inflicted upon the Ironborn by these newly liberated slaves drew the attention of several northern Lords, who sought to intervene. Yet I vehemently opposed their interference.
I proclaim "No one was here to intervene on the thrall's behalf." "I will not have them be stopped in seeking justice."
Ned and several other northern Lords kept saying," This is not Justice, this is vengeance." But I stood my ground, replying to them, "No, this is justice. This is Ironborn justice." I could see the confusion in their eyes, the disbelief at my audacity. But I had my reasons.
"I am allowing the Ironborn to experience what they all talk about." I continued, my voice resolute. "For too long, they have boasted about paying the iron price, about taking what they desire through force and conquest. Now, I am giving them a taste of their own medicine."
My words hung heavy in the air, challenging the very foundations of their moral compasses. The northern Lords, so accustomed to a different code of honor, could not fathom my reasoning. But to me, it made perfect sense.
"I am allowing their thralls to pay the iron price for their freedom," I proclaimed, my conviction unwavering. "These oppressed individuals have suffered under the rule of the Ironborn for far too long. By empowering them to reclaim their lives through force, I am restoring justice to their world."
I could see the dissent in their eyes, the disagreement etched upon their faces. But I remained unyielding, refusing to let their doubts cloud my purpose.
"The Ironborn have long thrived on the suffering of others," I declared, my voice carrying to the surrounding soldiers "Now, they shall taste the bitter fruits of their actions." Pointing at corpses swinging from branches of a tree. "This is justice. This is their is the iron price."
And so, as the northern Lords grappled with their conflicting emotions, I stood firm in my conviction. The Ironborn had reaped what they had sown.
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I ended up speaking with my mother later in the night, using the magical mirror that kept us connected. She was happy to see me and informed me of what was going on in the north, and asked me how the campaign against the Ironborn was going. I told her that we were camped at Pyke, laying siege to its castle.
I recounted the argument I had with several of the lords, including Ned, about the freed slaves. They foolishly believed that we should not have let them seek vengeance against their former masters. I explained to my dear mother how I managed to justify the actions of the slaves, who were merrily slaughtering Ironborns left and right.
I explained to Ned and the others that the slaves were merely following Ironborn traditions taking the iron price for their freedom. My mother, being the astute woman she is, couldn't help but be amused by my justification. She wholeheartedly agreed with my cunning idea of allowing the thralls to seek their long-awaited vengeance against their former masters. Oh, how delightfully vindictive!
Taking a more serious tone, I told her it was truly disheartening that there are those who dare to question my actions in dealing with the ironborn. I pounded the table "How can anyone not see the necessity of dismantling a culture built on pillaging, plundering, and causing endless suffering?" I reasoned, "By dismantling their culture, by striking at the very core of their existence, I am ensuring the safety and prosperity of the North."
As she did when I was younger, my mother possessed an uncanny ability to communicate with me in a way that ignited my dormant introspection. When my thoughts consumed me and blinded me to the consequences of my actions, my mother's voice would cut through the noise like a beacon of clarity. We spent several hours going through different solutions. Sometimes I had trouble seeing the forest for the trees . When talking to my mother, it always clarifies and helps me think of my actions in a new and different light.
Before I finished my conversation with my mother, informed me that Maisie wished to talk to me. She rolled her eyes with a hint of a smirk, as she look of screen listening to someone speaking before she turned back to me and said "Apparently, she had some time critical news that couldn't wait."
Finally, Maisie's voice crackled through the magical connection, filled with an air of triumph and excitement. She wasted no time in revealing her grand achievement - the "capture" of the Dreadfort. Not only had she managed to conquer the fortress, but she had also secured it with a battalion of formidable Stark men who were assigned to her. I had to roll my eyes at that, since most of the Bolton forces were divided among my most loyal forces. From what my master of spies had informed me in his report, the Bolton forces at the castle didn't put up any resistance.
But that wasn't all, with Sybelle help she had begun my instructions to relocate the castle's inhabitants and even the townsfolk from the surrounding area to a safer location. I couldn't help but smile as I told her "I'm proud of your resourcefulness and efficiency. And congratulations on your heroic victory against the dastardly Boltons." I could hear Sybelle snickering in the background.
A second later Sybelle took the mirror- she informed me she had employed a small army of 25 golems to dismantle the fortress. The image of these towering, stone creatures tearing down the once-impregnable walls of Dreed Fort brought a smile to my face.
