As everyone sat down the flames changed to show that a few hours had passed.

Ilimitar, Robb and Theon were smoking from pipes. While everyone discussed and conversed about many topics and subjects.

As they conversed soon the topic came to the current status of the Old World and what is going on as of now.

"So what is the happening in your realms now that Asvar Khul is dead?" Asked Margaery.

Everyone looked at each other as a still quiet came over the area.

To speak of the arch traitor of humanity was treason, but in truth they all had been doing it all day. Robb and Theon sighed as they looked at each other Theon shrugged and spoke.

"In truth the Empire has been struggling before the war began, we had no idea that many cults were in the Empire."

Robb took over and spoke as he looked at a frightened Theon Greyjoy who was justified in it.

"We haven't been completely honest with you, I'm sure most of us haven't about Asvar Khul."

"What could he mean about that? Could the Starks of the North be cowards. " Asked Ser Jaime in a condescending tone.

Ned Stark growled as he stood up but it was his friend Robert and surprisingly his brother Stannis that spoke.

"Mind you tongue oathbreaker, his boy and the other heirs have shown more valor and more heart then you will ever have. His boy stood up to a mad man with an army while all you did was stab a man in the back." Said Stannis.

"Aye I'll drink to that no matter what we hear or see the heirs are to be treated as hero's when they return, they all have more balls then us." said Robert.

Jaime grinder his teeth where was his treatment he killed the Mad King, not the rebellious lord who was mad he lost his lover or the snow pup of the North who lost two kin.

He sighed as he concealed his anger that was not needed now, in the game no matter what patience was needed was. His father would be here soon and then their power base would be concrete, he saw a slight jostle to his left and saw his sister Cersei looking at him.

She understood as did he, he would have to see her and discuss more important matters later. Preferably in the West Tower when the guards would not visit it for several hours open ears make for wider mouths as they say.

The flames change to show a large Empire and Kislevite army around one thousand and two hundred strong.

Standing proud and a little frightened they had split into six separate battalions of two hundred each with fifty archers and rifle men complements and four cannons taken from the battlements of Pragg all the battalions were in staggered formation before them stood Asvar Khul and the army of the north deamons of all four dark Gods.

Chaos champions, marauders, you name any dark creatures of the evil gods and the army had it.

Robb was in the front line of the third battalion behind the spear men, he looked and saw the morale of the men around him hung by a small tiny thread.

Above them the clouds and sky changed from pitch black to blood red, red lightning zipped and boomed across the sky.

The screams of men going insane from fear or the corruption of Chaos itself sounded out loud.

As Robb looked around he saw his captain, Falric step out into the opening before the army he gave a rousing speech that steeled the mens spirits and strengthened their will.

On the walls of Pragg men of Kislev stood firm and strong, they had faced the Dark Gods before and beaten them back.

This was just another day behind the wall, at a posters gate was Theon. He led a small company of no more than four hundred volunteers, ranging from men to elves and even some dwarves and Halflings of Pragg and the surrounding villages.

They wore leather jerkins, boots, gloves and pint helmets in their hands were pistols and any bladed weapon they could find.

The people of Westeros were beyond afraid at the sight of the dark ravenous army, the children clinging to their mothers as the fathers and men had cold sweat flowing from their foreheads.

The High Septon started to pray while the guards around the pavilion gripped their weapons ever tighter, some even stepped closer to the royal family.

"Gods up above look at that, what spawns of hell could make that?" asked Robert.

"Hell has nothing to do with it, my king." Said Melissandre. Stannis looked at her confused and a little frightened.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"That magic and energy from those demonic spawns of hell I have felt it before, it is far from but close to the energy from the magic of the Lord of Light".

"Are you sure?" He asked and his answer was something he thought he would never see, a fearful look in her eyes with a scared nod and also a slight move of her head in the royal family's direction.

Robb muttered a small prayer hoping that his gods could hear him even though he was in another realm.

He watched as the land before the army warped and changed vile green brown puss sacs rose from the ground and burst as black bloated flies seemed to come out of nowhere and fly above the army of darkness.

Blood rained lightly from the red clouds and bright red sky as the ground sunk in and seemed to turn into flesh lightning, the color of bronze struck the fleshy ground and seemed to stick into it and become blue and crystalline.

With the sound of a wicked horn, the dark army charged. The sound of thousands of pounding feet of men in dark plate and chainmail armor with dark warhorses and sinful creatures echoed over the battlefield.

Jon arrayan could barely look at the scene it brought fear to him and he wasn't alone many of the lords and ladies looked away while the children paled and screamed in fear and cried white hot tears, clinging to their mothers.

"That is unnatural" he said to himself and more so out loud and many agreed. That was unnatural he had fought raving lunatics and would be generals who thought themselves unbeatable

But to be a man and face that horde of death was unnatural and impossible to even fathom as he looked the quote from earlier came back to him

"A tidal wave of hero's blood indeed maybe even an oceans worth of it gods old and new be with those soldiers on that foreign field" he said

Jon was not a praying man he believed in the gods and their will yes but he also believed in that if a man wants something done he would have to do it himself but this was something different he would definitely need to start praying to the gods

Only to beg to do everything in their unreachable powers to keep those deamons and men away from his world if he was lucky they already were but just in case he may need to up the training of those under him even more and by the way the others were looking he was not alone in this thought

"Prepare to fire" Robb heard his captain orders as cannons and riflemen aimed and prepared as men clutched their weapons hard flagellants wailed about how this was the end times some broke ranks and charged the enemy it did slow down the charging force if only a little.

"Fire!" The sound of cannons and guns sounded sharp in Robb's ears as they ripped apart and slammed into the ranks of the dark army but it did little to stop the charge on the walls rifles and archers let loose a volley of shots and arrows.

This combined with the fire and cannons of the men on the ground slowed the charge significantly just enough for Captain Falric to give the order of charge.

"FOR SIGMAR AND THE WARHAMMER!" He Shouted and with resounding war cries and the unsheathing of weapons

Robb and the imperial forces charged and slammed into the chaos forces, it became a mad brawl lines were formed and broken as the battle waged on in front of the city.

Robert narrowed his eyes as he looked at the battle and he shook his head.

"Something wrong Your grace?" Asked Stannis, Robert looked at him.

"They're going to lose" he said confidently to his brother as, the lords and ladies looked confused at him.

"Their outnumbered and outgunned they have the advantage in position yes but that can only do so much some of them broke before the battle even began and beyond that I can see their strategy plane as day a straight charge in staggered battalions to get them to focus on them individually while the archers and those smoke things pick them off and when it's called for the Greyjoy and his men will rush from the side and attack the flank and if I'm a smart man their is another force waiting for a signal to hit their other flank."

"It's a sound plan so what's the problem with it your grace?" Asked Tyrion. Not knowing that now he was talking to the demon of the trident the man that had damn near killed an entire bloodline and put down rebellions like a father setting his child straight

"The problem is that it's to obvious they showed their hand early already when they should of made them bleed this is a siege to win a siege is a hard thing but it is easy for attackers just outlast your enemy for defenders it's harder you have to bleed the enemy more then they bleed you."

Stannis nodded that was in essence what a siege was it wasn't about taking the city, it was about bleeding the enemy and making them either surrender or overwhelm them and kill them.

His brother knew this and any lord that had seen war knew this, let's hope the Stark boy knew this also. Tyrion tilted his head as he looked at the rifles and cannons.

"Hmmm" He hummed to himself, his brother Jaime looked at him and smirked.

"Gold dragon for your thoughts?"

"Those smoke making things look like they belong in Yi-Ti, I think that I saw a prototype of them."

"You did? Wait when did you go to Yi-Ti recently."

"Not recently, but when I was there a couple of years back I saw those things." he said as he pointed to the cannons "but larger and bigger prototypes from what I saw none of them fired at all." Jaime nodded and released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Those weapons were bad enough to see the damage of but if they were brought were and actually made the way of war would be turned upside down.

At her seat Cersei smirked as she heard the conversation, she would have to send some contacts to Yi-Ti soon and thank her brother properly, maybe with a whore with a knife but now she needed to be a lioness and establish herself and remake her ground.

Robb ducked under a marauders axe and stabbed his sword through the dark disciple's chest he pulled his sword free and was soon facing a blood letter daemon.

It was a horrendous beast with red skin and a orange red flaming sword and a long face, in a red loincloth with bloody red skulls hanging at its waist as if it was a morbid belt.

He blocked a downward slash and hit the deamon in the face with his elbow.

Pushing it back he then took the few seconds allotted to him and made a dangerous slash across the demons stomach the demon roared in anger as it held its bleeding stomach its guts threaatening to spill out

but behind it a Empire soldier wielding a halberd rammed it through the chest of the angered spawn of Khrone the deamon turned and lopped off the soldiers head.

Robb took this time and grabbed his kite shield that had been dropped on the ground and stabbed the deamon through the stomach and shield bashed him to the ground breaking the halberd that was lodged into its chest robb grabbed the halberd head and pulled it out of the deamons chest and began to strike the deamons head with it and his shield over and over again.

The sight of the deamons death caused a good stir in the Northerners. Arya was cheering her brother on, while the guards were smirking. Ice and fury is all the demons would get when facing a son of the North, the southerners were a different story. Robert raised an eyebrow at the young wolfs ferocity, while Jaime the king slayer decided to speak again.

"Who would know that the Northern barbarians could be such savages?"

Ned turned to the golden armored man with a slight anger to his face.

"Excuse me oathbreaker?"

Stannis and Renly chuckled before Jaime could counter his brother spoke up for him.

"What my deluded brother means is that your boy is one tough man to face a spawn of hell and defeat it. Tis not an easy feat and I for one personally believe your boy needs a title for it. "

Robert nodded while he sipped his glass of wine "The Imp speaks the truth, your boy needs a title for this hell. All of the heirs need a title of this is to show what only one of them have gone through."

Ned nodded as he looked at his wife who nodded back "I will think on it and come up with something."

When it was done the deamon disappeared in ash and brimstone smoke. Robb looked around to survey the battlefield, it had turned into a ferocious all out melee Chaos warriors in the colors of their chosen Gods holding banner standards that radiated of pure chaotic energy. Changing the very ground itself marched through the field leading hundreds of troops and demons to get to the battalions that were fighting tooth and nail.

Above flying chaos fury's we're being shot down by archers and rifle men on the ground and the wall it was a battle of hell cannon and archer emplacements were being made and moved every few minutes as not to give the enemy a chance to destroy their only artillery barley giving the cannons the chance to fire off any shots.

As he was looking he saw his battalion barely hanging on their banner which was a golden griffin sitting atop a human skull that wore a crown of gold and a hammer underneath the skull with the words 'victory over dishonor' embroidered on it swung to and fro as a call for aid robb saw a messenger running and he quickly grabbed him by the arm.

The boy was no older then three and ten by the looks of it his clothes were torn in small places and he had blood smeared across his white pants and he had a look of fright on his pale face witch calmed as he looked at the face of Robb.

"Messenger go to Captain Falric and report that the Third battalion needs aid were dieing out here."

"My lord I would but the first and fourth are reporting the same thing."

"What of the second."

"They are surrounded my lord deamons of plague and Norse warriors of green colors are wearing them down they can not hold on I must report to them."

Robb cursed loudly and nodded as the boy ran but as he did a axe embedded into the boys head robb saw this and froze he looked towards his battalion and then back to the dead boy.

He steeled himself and charged through the battlefield to the commanding rear as he did he made observations of the battlefield to report to the captain.

He had killed numerous Marauders to get to the forward command tent there he found imperial officers scrambling to send forth messengers to the battalions he saw Captain Falric hunched over a table with a map of the battlefield and with dozens of red and black flags on the map.

Joffrey scoffed as he looked at the scene Tyrion looked at him with a annoyed look on his face his little shit of a nephew was about to start and he knew if he didn't stop it the idiot would catch a beating from his father in front of the nobles.

"May I ask what is the problem, dear nephew?"

Joffrey looked at him and scoffed the imp was talking to him gods why but he would show himself to be a good prince and oblige him.

"That commander captain Frantic or whatever his name is, is a weak and foolish man he leads from the back when he should be in the battle why the Stark boy follows him is anyones guess."

Tyrion mentally slapped his face but he decided to save the boy before Robert could lash at him.

"Why dear nephew that is how some leaders lead some fight in the front while others leave competent commanders to fight for them why just ask your father there have been sometimes im sure where he lets others lead on the battlefield while he was indisposed on another."

Joffrey curious looked at the king and tilted his head a little "is that true father we're you always not leading" Robert looked at his son and shrugged the boy asked a honest question and he maybe a shit but an honest question deserves an honest answer

"Aye, most of the times I was always in the thick of the fighting unable to be reached by messenger so I would leave competent and trustworthy commanders to lead the men like Ned or Roland storm or even blackfish to name a few let that and this be a lesson son you can't always lead every army surround yourself with those you trust to lead some of them in your stead you'll need that lesson when your king."

Joffrey narrowed his eyes and nodded in his head though he cursed his incompetent father "like hell I will let someone else lead my army and let them gain glory that should be rightfully mine when I'm king I'll tax every lord to hell and force them to send troops to my standing army my royal army they will fight under my command and my command only." he thought to himself.

Robb walked up to captain Falric and slammed his fist over his heart in salute captain Falric looked up confused but returned the salute.

"Robb why are you here you should be on the front with your battalion."

Robb shook his head no "unfortunately that wasn't an option for me a messenger with vital information was killed I took it upon myself to get here and report."

"If it's about the first and fourth I already know that wasn't the only messenger sent to the battlefield and it won't be the last."

Robb shook his head no "My battalion and the second are in need of heavy support the second are completely surrounded and my battalion lines are wavering."

Captain Falric growled and slammed his hands on the table "damn it by Sigmar we need strength and time" he looked up towards a middle aged officer that was standing in a corner he wore iron plate armor with chain mail underneath he had black hair and a black pointed beard and mustache to match his angular face with flicks gray in them to show age on his waist was a longsword with a golden ivory Handel.

"Why aren't Pragg's city defenses fireing? Where are the mortars and trebuchet bombardments."

"My captain the Kislivites have reported that the city has been breached from underneath, through its sewers they are hard pressed in closing the breaches and manning the long range city defenses."

Captain Falric growled and punched the officer for his damned incompetence "next time tell me that information first hand now get out of my site." he said the man with fear in his eyes scrambled out of the tent.

Falric turned his eyes to robb "Robb I have a task for you. Grab some men and go free up the long range nests and take your friend Theon with you also tell Theon when you see him to signal the flanking charge."

"It will be done."

"Then what are you waiting for hop to it and here."

Falric tossed Robb a chain attached to it was a small black kite sheild with the imperial skull and crown symbol in gold.

"That signet is a message that your acting with my authority to form a official Warband under the Empires orders. It gives you the status of an Empire sergeant with Empire officer powers and authority. Use it well now go you have your mission collect your men from the mustering field on the north side of camp near the forward palisade."

Robb nodded and quickly departed the command tent.

Cersei cursed in her head as she looked at the scene the Stark boy he was gathering more power and what's worse he wasn't dead neither was Roberts bastard son.

She needed him dead least he be a threat to Joffrey and by extension her and her family, as she thought on this the smell of salt water and the soft cry of a Raven echoed in her mind as a idea formed that quickly mutated into a plan.

"Maybe I was to harsh."

"What was that woman?" asked her husband she sighed and put on a disturbed look

"I was speaking about your son the bastard Gendry I may have been to harsh in treating him."

Robert looked at her with a calculated eye and raised eyebrow "and what brought this on?"

Cersei looked at him "call it critical thinking, he is your son and by essence your blood and any blood of yours is family to me as is stated in our marriage so I'm trying to say I'm sorry."

Robert nodded taking the bait "don't apologize to me apologize to him when he gets here." she nodded

Stannis and Renly both were looking at the situation with a critical eye Cersei was planning some what they didn't know.

Robb walked towards the reserve mustering field, it was put in place to muster any injured that were healed and ready to fight again. As he got there he saw a sergeant with ebony skin and black hair that formed snake like locks dressed in a red long sleeved shirt and white bottom pants, with a six pack iron chest plate he carried a broad ax and a kite shield as he looked at Robb approaching he signaled for him to stop.

He turned to the assembled men of forty swordsman each wore a matching standard empire swordsman uniform of a iron chest plate with the imperial cross and skull crown in the middle. The soldiers also wore a red shirt with white clothe arms and bottoms the soldiers also had iron knee guards and wore iron metal kettle hats with brown straps tied under their chins. In their hands were the standard arming short sword and the half red and half white kite shield.

"Alright you lot you have orders the third battalion the Emperor's griffins are bogged down and wavering, your orders are to go and reinforce them be careful and be on guard now march."

The men nodded and marched out of the mustering field and past the palisade that shielded the camp Robb walked up to him and saluted him he returned the salute.

The salute was in the form of the man banging his fist over his twice heart.

"Sir, can I help you with something" Robb nodded and showed him the signet the man's eyes widened and saluted him again.

"My lord I am sorry for my short sightedness" Robb shook his head no and raised his hand and pat the man on the shoulder.

"Your fine you didn't know what's your name."

The man relaxed and sighed "Volker Schönfeld" he said as he shook his hand robb returned it with gusto.

"Volker I am in need of a Warband and soon I have a mission from Captain Falric and am in need of men."

"I can spare what I have my lord though it isn't much fifteen men is all I can spare the rest are on orders to head to the front."

"That will have to do."

Fifteen men stood in front of Robb with battered armor and shields, they looked worse for wear Robb nodded and looked at his men he had five halberds five swordsman and five hand gunners he nodded.

"alright men reports have come in of some northern dogs in the city harassing our artillery, the men on the front need that to fight without it were dead, so our job is simple clear the dogs block the holes and get the artillery crews working so let's move."

As they marched into the city robb grew a cold look on his face as if a wolf about to kill measly chickens.

"Damn Ned your boy looks like you when you were about to go into battle."

Ned stark smirked as he looked at his son "it runs in the veins your grace."

Robert looked at him and burst out laughing "damn it Ned I may just keep you here if you cracking jokes continues."

Elsewhere the High Septon was speaking to the Old Septa "as I thought the Seven Who are One have to do with this not some pagan God."

"How so I still count five heirs and only two bastards."

"But bastards of noble blood nonetheless, the bastard of the King who looks just like him and the Stark bastard. noble blood runs through their veins so in essence of spirit they are the heirs of their houses. The Kings bastard may be the last descendant of Aegon the Golden, the first Targaryen who was more Andal than slaver."

"Do you know what his plans are" asked the Old Septa the high septon shook her head no with a sigh.

"I will need to make several prayers in hopes of getting some insights but until then no I don't know but I do know something."

"What's that?" the High Septon nodded towards a thinking Cersei.

"The lioness will need good confidants in the future."

"You think so aren't lions dangerous to all they view as prey."

"Only the dumb think of taming and outsmarting the lion, the smart and strong think of aiding and guiding in the best direction."

"And who sees that direction first?"

"Only those who have a good sense do, do you have a good sense?"

"Yes!"

The Old Septa and the High Septon both smiled as they watched the flames, taking in all the sights and making plans in their heads. Both smiled even as a slight cough echoed from the high septons mouth.

Robb and his Warband ran through the gates of Pragg as they did a man with Kislevite features and armor ran up to him.

"Are you the reinforcements we requested."

Robb nodded as he looked at the man the Kislev accent through him off but he caught it quick "what's the situation."

"It's bad they caught us by surprise and burst through the ground, hundreds of them each in different sections of the city. The defensive army is hard pressed finding and pushing back and more keep pouring through."

"Where are the flanking milita forces?"

"They were struck and caught by surprise. They had to retreat to a nearby guard outpost we tried to get to them but the raiders somehow got a troll in here it decimated our guards."

"What reinforcements can we expect?"

"None unfortunately, the men are hard pressed in fighting the roving bands in the city and keeping the mauraders off the walls, but the boyar has told me if you are able to free up some of his men in the city he would be able to help you."

"Okay I'm going to go and free up the Milita we need them to flank the enemy, afterwards I'll get the artillery nests working have your crews standing by and if I can I'll free up your guards but there still lies the problem of the holes that the chaos forces are coming out of we need to close them."

The Kislevite handed him a key "Here this key opens up the barracks armory, in there are you'll find sapper equipment given to us by the dwarves once you find the hole use the equipment to plug it up."

Robb nodded and took the key "thank you and good luck" the man nodded and ran to the walls most likely where the boyar was.

Robb and his men began to run to the milita position in order to save Theon and his men, on the way Robb saw signs of the mauraders. Scores of dead and gutted men lined the streets some of the Chaos worshippers and some of the Kislevite men as they kept going soon the heard a crash and in front of them.

Chaos mauraders of Khrone by the looks of it came from the alleyway, it was twenty by Robb's count but he didn't let his mind wonder as he acted quickly.

"Form up swordsmen in front halberds behind riflemen space out and pick your targets carefully."

On his orders his men acted fast as the mauraders charged towards them shouting vile curses and taunts but that didn't matter as five of them were killed by the rifle men and when the rest met the shield wall they were easily held in place, while the halberds struck them and the riffle men shot at them when the last maurader fell to Robb's sword he ordered them to continue as the stepped over the dead northern men bodies.

Soon after many winding turns due to buildings knocked over into the streets and the occasional maurader Warband of which took the life of two of his riflemen he found the guard house where Theon was holding up and the situation was not good.

The guard house was like a mini outpost it had low hanging stone brick walls so low that a man with boost from another man could get on top of it no problem and the gate was made out of wood cheap wood maurader ax throwers were hacking the thing to pieces.

"Theon please make it" Asha thought out loud having forgotten this was a mere memory, Balon spat at the ground and said.

"He better not any Greyjoy would of killed those men by now."

Yara angerily turned to him and said "two times you senile old fuck" balon looked at her confused.

"What are you-" he was cut off as she slapped him and made him fall to the ground out of his chair every one turned to them surprised.

"Two goddamn times have I had to bury my brothers because of you and your foolish notions. I don't know what goes on in your misbegotten brain but I refuse to have to watch another die and be buried because of you."

Balon growled as he got up "guards arrest-" Robert stood up and looked at him in anger.

"follow that order through if you dare Squid and I'll have you killed where you stand and have the boy you hate king of the Iron Islands now sit down and shut up" Balon balled his hands into fists and sat down while Asha looked at the King and bowed a little showing her allegiance which he returned with a nod stannis and renly smiled the iron islands were in the hands of the crown.

All because of their brothers brashness sometimes being head strong had its greatest rewards.