Bran Stark II
Bran Stark is marching through the woods, his poleaxe in hand as he marches forward, following is a Winter Legionary with his sword and shield out.
"Lawbringer Stark, are you sure the bandits are this way?" The Legionary asked, Bran nodded at him under his helmet.
"Yes, their footprints lead his way, right Summer?" Bran asked his wolf, Summer, now as big as him, wearing metal armour and the Winter Legion symbol on his side.
Summer barks, running forward followed by Bran and the other Legionary behind him.
Bran smiles as he runs forwards, wearing his armour and holding his weapon, ready to defend the north and make them and his family proud.
Summer stops with Bran right behind him, Summer lowers as he stares forward, Bran looks through the bushes to see a few Therns seating around a fire.
"Fucken hate the Therns" A Winter legionary said behind him.
"Shhhhh, they don't know we're here" Bran whispers, seeing none of the Therns notice them, Bran turns to the Winter Legion.
"Ok, we surround them and we attack on my mark" Bran orders, the winter legionary nod, they all begin to run around the Therns camp, slowly surrounding them as they get ready for Bran's words.
Bran smiles at this plan, he can feel it. This is the day he beats the Therns and shows everyone why he was worthy to become a lawbringer, he'll get Sarge to salute him for how good he is.
Hell Bran will be so good Sarge will ask to replace him, that way he can stay in the Winter Legion and get praised by his family and older sister.
Bran will make them proud as he gets his pole axe ready.
BRAAA BRAAAA
A raven flies over him, taking Bran's attention away from the Therns, Bran looks at the bird in confusion.
Since when do ravens have three eyes?
"Help me, Help me" The raven calls out to him, Bran eyes widened at the talking bird.
Wait, it could be a Warg?
"Where's that raven?" One Thern calls out, Bran grabs his pole axe and points it at them.
"ATTACK" Bran shouted, the Winter Legion all shouted as they all charged at the surprised Therns.
"What the fuckk!?" One thern shouted as Bran charged one with his poleaxe, using the long hilt to shove the thern back, stabbing the thern with the point of the poleaxe, swinging back and slashing the neck of the thern.
Bran turns to block the thern before knocking him back with the poleaxe, breaking his guard Bran swings his axe side to side, slice and slashing the thern as the last swing sends the thern flying into a tree.
Bran takes a breath, looking to see the rest of the Winter Legion finishing off the Therns.
"That all of them Lawbringer" the Winter Legion reports, stabbing one in the chest as he wipes his blade with a rag.
Always clean your weapon, blood will make your weapon rusty and make it stuck in your sheaths, it is why you always have a rag on you, Bran thought as he remembers the lessons of his big sister.
"Good, search the camp, see what they stole" Bran orders as he looks around the makeshift camp.
"HELP, HELP" the three eyed raven called out, getting Bran and the Winter Legion attention.
"Is that one of ours?" the Winter Legionary asked, Bran shakes his head.
"I don't know," Bran said, aware of the wargs in the Winter Legion and the Therns.
An issue between the two, you can't tell which animal is which; the Winter Legion's warg animals are now outfitted with symbols of the Winter Legion.
Easy to shoot the right warg's animal.
"HELP ME, HELP ME '' The Three eyed raven shouted as Bran looked around, noticing he was alone again.
"Wait what doing on?" Bran said, looking at the three-eyed raven.
But a bolo rope is thrown, capturing the three-eyed raven.
"HELP HELP HELP HELP" The Three-eyed raven shrieked, trying to fly and move with the rope keeping it tied up.
Bran looked on in wonder, unsure what's going on.
A woman walks forward, wearing mostly leather armor with some metal plates. On their shoulder plates are fur linings that provide warmth in the harsh weather of the far north. Her helmet has a full face plate and rams horns. The skulls of rams are attached to their gauntlets.
She carries a metal spear and a small round shield, the spear woman looks at the tied up raven.
"Where do you think you are going, you still have more to teach us greenseer" the woman said, grabbing the bolo of the three-eyed raven as it tries to fly away.
"HELP, HELP" The three-eyed raven screeches at Bran.
"What are you flying out here for, no one can find you…" the Woman looks to see Bran Stark staring at her, Bran doesn't know what's going on.
The woman turns to the bird, pointing her spear at it.
"Why are you flying to this little boy, you think he can help you" the woman laughs, but Bran gets mad.
"Hey, I'm no boy, I'm a lawbringer of the Winter Legion, you're trespassing in the north" Bran shouted at the woman, but she laughed.
"A little lord then, and a loyal dog to the north" the woman laughs, making Bran mad, the therns start calling the Winter Legion loyal dogs to insult them.
Lyarra didn't let it bother her and the Winter Legion has been called worse by Sarge, but Bran is young.
"We're not dogs you wildling" Bran shouted, charging forward with his poleaxe, armour swing as he went to take off her head.
But the woman swings her shield at him, knocking him back and landing on his back.
Bran looks up, now not wearing any armour as she looks down on him, she turns to the raven.
"What are you doing calling the Stark boy?" the Woman asked, the three-eyed raven is silent, the woman turns to Bran.
"You could have called the War-born, or even her brothers, but this is a pup" the woman scoffs, making Bran grit his teeth.
"My name is Bran Stark, and don't insult my family" Bran gets up angry, Summer comes back, snarling at her. The woman looks at the wolf in shock.
"A direwolf, that's mean" The Woman turns to Bran now, she ties up the bird and pulls out her spear.
"You're coming with me pup" the woman said, readying her spear and shield.
"I'm not going with you" Bran said, Summer growling, but it didn't stop the woman.
"You have no idea what you are, how rare you are?" The woman said, she puts her shield hand back to grab a horn and blow on it.
ROOOOOOOOOO
Bran covers his ears at the sound, he looks to see more therns and other wild animals coming here, a shadow cat comes in, growling at Summer who snarls back.
"The Stark a Greenseer, the raven found the next one" the woman shouted, the shadow cat growls stalking forward, scaring Bran.
"Stay back" Bran said, Summer growling in warning, but more wild animals come, a wild boar, a goat and other direwolves start to surround the two.
"Stay back" Bran said, scared now at the other animals circling him.
"We won't hurt you pup, far from it, we want to help you, but you have to come with us" the Woman with the spear said offering her hand, but Bran stepped away.
"No No" Bran screams, running away from the animals as they begin to chase him and Summer.
Bran runs through the forest, hearing the sound of paws and hovels behind him he tries to run as fast as he can,
BRAAAA
SWOOOP
An eagle appears in his face, scaring him and falling down, Summer runs to him but gets attacked by the other direwolves.
"SUMMER" Bran shouted, but gets knocks side by the wild boar, the boar charged at him
SQAKKKKKKK
LINE
Bran wakes up in cold sweat, taking a few breaths as he looks around, seeing he's in his room with Summer sleeping on the side of the bed.
"It was a dream" Bran said, laying back on the bed, remembering he became a lawbringer, fighting bandits and winning glory to the winter legion and his house.
But that woman and the animals, and the three-eyed raven.
Summer gets up, going to Bran as he gets on the bed, leaning in to give Bran a hug, Bran hugs the direwolf.
"Thank summer, it's just a nightmare" Bran said, petting the direwolf while he came down.
Bran stands on the bed, as he went to get dressed for the day with Summer beside him.
LINE
Robb Stark I, Winterfell courtyard
Robb Stark in his warden armour fights his personal guard, the sun is raising and he needs to keep his skills up. He's being watched by the master of arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel, ensuring no one's get hurt too badly.
Sarge would call Ser Rodrik a weak cunt, Rob thought recalling Sarge would have them beaten for any slights.
Robb blocks another sword with his arm, grunting from the pain as he punches his guard.
"Block it with your blade, Robb, you can lose your arm" Ser Rodrik said, pointing out a basic of blocking, Robb growls.
"Yeah Robb, don't want to lose your pleasuring hand" his Guard jokes, getting a laugh from the other, Robb grits his teeth, going on his knee he gets into stance.
Thrusting his sword into the guard's face, knocking him down and sending him to the ground, the guard holds his mouth in pain.
"At least I have all my teeth" Robb snarks back, getting a laugh from the others, the guard slowly gets up but Robb helps him up.
"You're lucky they are not sharp" the guard snarks, getting a chucky from Robb.
"Then I lose my favourite hand and you lose your perfect smile" Robb jokes as the guard laughs.
"Enough foolishness, shouldn't you have more discipline then this" Rodrik said, thinking Robb would be more disciplined than this.
"You'll see when we get into a real fight, not these training swords" Robb said, pulling out the dull metal sword, used for training. Not as dangerous as shape swords but they still hurt like hell.
"Just because you fought outside doesn't mean you can fight with swords every time" Rodrik said, he was the master of arms of Winterfell, if anyone loses a limb or finger then it will be on his head.
And off with his head too.
"Lighten up Rodrik, we know what we're doing" Robb said, while he respected Rodrik, Robb still likes something to challenge his skills, what's the point of being a Warden if he doesn't feel his life is in danger.
"You may be called a Warden but you're still a young fool," Rodrik said, seeing the title Warden as gone to his head.
Maybe he should send a raven to Sarge, ask how he does it.
Bran walks behind them as he heads to the training courtyard, seeing his brother fighting his guard with Rodrik supervising.
"Bran, you're up early" Rodrik said, seeing Bran wake now, normally he sleeps till later.
"Yeah, couldn't sleep" Bran said, rubbing his arms, Robb smiled at his younger brother.
"Get used to it Bran, once you join the Legion, you will be waking up early everyday" Robb said, his little brother groaning.
"Everyday" Bran complains, Robb's guard starts to smile.
"Yes little lord, otherwise you get your ass kicked by Sarge and everyone else" One guard said, recalling his young days training in the legion.
"Enjoy it while you can, I wish I could '' Another guard said, looking frightened but Rodrik got their attention.
"Alright alright, enough of this, Bran get your training gear, your brothers and sister told you about early training, so get your gear" Rodrik said, already been told by the other Stark children what to train Bran in.
Rodrik listens to them due to the training coming from Sarge, a man even he respects, Bran nods walking off.
"Starting off light right Rodrik" Robb said, wanting to start Bran off with easy training, can't train him with the legion yet, still needs a few moons before Bran is ready.
"I know, Lyarra gave me enough details," Rodrik said, annoyed by the Commander of the Winter Legion.
"She knows how to do it Rodrik" Robb said, his direwolf Greywind came to him, Robb smiled and gave that direwolve a pat, scaring Rodrik.
"I don't know why Lord Stark let you keep those wild animals," Rodrik said, never like the direwolves from beyond the wall, they grow too big for his liking.
"Direwolves our house sigil, Greywind my most loyal friend, aren't you Greywind '' Robb pets the Direwolf as he barks at him, wagging his tail.
HOWWWLLL
A howl in pain called out, Greywind rushed over while Robb and Rodrik turned to see Greywind running off.
"What going on with him now?" Rodrik asked, Robb shrug, seeing the direwolves always run around and howling at each other.
"Not sure they always run around, playing around with one another, should take them out hunting" Robb said, thinking Greywind and the other direwolves need more hunting outside.
WOFF WOFF WOFF
Greywind runs back to Robb, barking at him to get his attention.
"What's wrong Greywind?" Robb asked, never seeing Greywind panic like this. Greywind runs forward and looks back as Robb starts to follow him with Ser Rodrik and the other Robb guards.
Follow Greywind through the courtyard as they came into the armoury to their shock.
The armoury looks trashed, their weapons are all gone, a few servants are knocked out or killed and Summer on the ground whimpering with Greywind licking his direwolf brother.
"What in the seven hells?" Rodrik asks, seeing all this destruction, Robb goes to help one of the servants as does Rodrik and the others.
"What happened? Hey what happened?" Robb asked, going to one man knocked down with a bump on his head.
He groans looking up to see Robb Stark.
"Hey, tell me, what happened?" Robb asked, the man holding his head in pain.
"I..don't know milord, was tending to the weapons then I…heard a shout ... .then something hit my head" the servant tries to describe, as Robb looks around the place.
Where is Bran?
"Where is Bran? Where's my brother?" Robb asked, the man shook his head.
"I remember Lord Bran screaming, seeing some woman in a helmet grabbing him…owww" the servant explains, holding his head in pain.
"Woman in a helmet? Did it have horns on it? A spear and a shield?" Robb asks, the servant nods to Robb's shock.
A Spearwife took Bran.
"The Therns were here, and they stole Bran" Robb shouted to the shock of everyone, Robb went to grab his sword in his room.
"Rodrik, call the guards, send the hounds, send ravens, my brother being kidnapped by the Therns" Robb orders, Ser Rodrik nods as they get everyone ready as fast as he can.
Robb grits his teeth as he ran to get Greywind, he going to save his brother and make those Therns pay
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Bran Stark III, Earlier in the armoury
Bran Stark looks through the weapons and armour in the Stark armoury, looking though each of the weapon and armour, his father got more weapons and armour since Bran's big sister became lord of Moat Calin. She sends weapons and other armour here as gifts.
Bran goes to put on his practice armour, heavy padding for his size, tightening the straps and belts as he goes for his spear.
Bran grabs the spear as he practises with it, thrusting it forward a few times to show off. Bran smiles as he pretends to become a Lawbringer like in his dreams.
Turning to Summer looking at him.
"Don't I look like a Lawbringer Summer" Bran asked, the direwolf moving his head to the side not understanding, turning to growl.
"What's wrong, Summer?" Bran asked, trying to calm Summer down.
"So it true, ya Starks got direwolves" A voice Bran recalls from his dream, he turns to see the same helmet woman from his dreams.
"What the?! No no no, that was a dream, you can't be real" Bran points his spear at her, scared to see the woman, Summer growls at her.
But the woman shrugs.
"Your dreams are strong pup, very strong, you need to be trained, come with me" the woman said, holding her hand out, but Bran backed away.
"Don't come any closer" Bran said pointing his spear at her, turning to see more Thern sneaking around as they knocked out a few servants and stole a few weapons.
"Shut the fuck up, we need to be quiet" The Woman hushed them, one turn to her with a few shields.
"What's taking so long Astrid, knock the stark out and let's leave already" One therns said, scaring Bran and making Summer snarl.
"We got a direwolf here, look you are very special Stark, you need training" Astrid said, trying to calm down Bran but he didn't haven't it.
"HELLLLLPPPPP" Bran shouted, Summer howled.
"Shit" The Therns shouted, grabbing a sling and throwing a rock at the Direwolf, knocking the direwolf out.
"Summer!" Bran shouted, seeing his direwolf hurt, another Thern grabs him from behind.
"You're coming with us Stark '' The thern growls, Astrid eyes narrow in her helmet.
"Don't hurt the boy, the three eyed raven needs him alive" Astrid said, all the therns are quickly making their escape around the knocked out and few dead servants and guard.
"He doesn't need his legs though" the thern said, grabbing some rope to wrap around Bran's mouth.
"We need him alive and well, the greenseer is too precious to leave here, now come on" Astrid said, helping the thern wrap a rope around Bran.
"Sorry pup, but it's for your own good, no warg here can train you to become a greenseer" Astrid said, getting a wide-eyed look from Bran.
"What? you didn't know you're a warg? The War-born should have you already" Astrid said, the therns ran up the stairs of the Winterfell wall, they grabbed the ropes to climb down.
"Come on, the Starks are coming" One thern said, hearing a horn in the Winterfell grounds.
"On the horses, we 'll lose them in Wolfwood" Astrid orders, the therns grab a few horses and start to put all their loot on the horses.
"Go go go" The Thern said, passing Bran to Astrid as she holds him while she grabs the reign.
"We're not going to hurt you, you have a very rare gift, and we need it now more than ever," Astrid said to Bran, taking the reins as she rode the horse forward to the wolfwoods with the other therns following behind.
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Jon Snow IV, Wolfwood's search party.
Jon snow pants as he follows behind Ghost, following the scent of his brother, Jon pants as he runs into the woods, his armour making it hard to run.
"How far have they gotten?" Ramsay said, following behind as he pants too, running out of breath.
"We shouldn't be far, the princess and the lady are on over the hills" Armin said, right behind as the Snowpack followed the direwolf and the dogs though the woods.
WORF WORF
Ghost barks going forward as two other Direwolves appear before Ghost, as the wolves greet and licked one another in delight.
"Oh shit, is it mating season for Ghost" Violet asked, seeing more direwolves, the dogs stepped back a bit, seeing more direwolves scared them.
"Don't worry girls, those mean wolves won't hurt you, they're the great one's animal and we all must become her wolves" Armin said, giving the hounds a pet to calm them down.
"You really want the Commander, do you Hill" Myranda said, seeing how weird Armin is here with more direwolves around.
"Just ignore him, Myranda, Lyarra Stark will stand over me after all" Ramsay said with a grin, Armin turned to glare at him.
"You are too weak to worship her might" Armin shouts, pointing at him, the hounds growling at Ramsay, who holds his hands out in surrender.
"Armin gets the bitches Ramsay" Violet said with a smile, seeing the hounds listening to Armin then Ramsay.
"OH shut up already" Jon shouted at them, getting them to look at him, as a few more people came out.
Seeing Rob Stark and his guard.
"Can't control your men now Snow '' Robb said, seeing his brother and his Snowpack.
"You pick your Stark, I'll pick mine" Jon said, both brothers grab each wrist in greeting.
"We drink later, we need to find Bran" Robb said, Jon nods as Robb turns to the Direwolves.
"Greywind, Summer, Ghost, search for Bran, now" Robb orders the Direwolves getting their attention, pulling a cloth for each of them to smell,
The direwolves bark and start to run forward, everyone else follows the direwolves.
"Your mother's aware of this?" Jon asked, running next to Robb.
"She is in Wintertown right now, getting a few things for the king's arrival, we need to get Bran before she finds out" Robb said, not wanting to stress his mother any more than she already is.
"We'll get him back" Jon said, they follow the direwolves closely as they start to slow down.
Robb and Jon walk forward to see the Direwolves looking straight ahead through the trees, Jon and Robb go behind a tree.
Looking over to see quite a few therns gather around, piling all the loot they stole and Bran in the middle all tied up.
"Bran" Robb whispers, about to attack but Jon stops him.
"We need to cut them off, can't let them escape" Jon said, getting Robb to look at the Therns gathering the loot and putting it on horses, nodding.
"Ok, circle them, and cut off then escape" Robb orders his guard as Jon orders the same. Robb does to the Direwolves.
"Stay here" Robb orders the direwolves, not wanting them to get in the way, the direwolves Greywind and Ghost sit down but Summer growls, staying but remains standing.
Jon walks around with his brother to the therns.
"Come on, we need to hurry. '' One thern shouted, carrying two short axes.
"Why did we take the Stark boy?" A thern said, carrying a shield and sword, looking at Bran tied up.
"The therns need him for something, why kidnap the boy, the woman is more valuable" , the thern said, looking at the other thern.
"They are harder to take, I think they want to eat him" the thern said, looking at him, grabbing the sword to point at Bran, who leans back away from the sword.
But a spear knocks the sword away.
"Leave him be fool," Astrid said, protecting Bran from them.
"Why does this boy get your protection, you want to steal him?" the thern with the axes said, looking at the spear wife, she pointed her spear at him.
"The Stark is more valuable than anyone here, the War wolf will never let him become what he is meant to be" Astrid said, getting a confused look for the therns.
"What do yooTHATTTTTTT" An arrow hit his shoulder.
"OH FUCK" The Thern shouted, all the therns get there weapons as both Jon and Robb attacked.
"AMBUSH" Astrid shouted, blocking Bran as the therns and the Starks attacked.
Jon slashed at one berserker, the berserker Thern blocked the sword swing with his two axes, Jon kept slashing at him until he got a got sword slash on him, cutting his shoulder.
"Cocksucker" The Berserker shouted, swinging his axes back as he spins around, Jon steps back trying to block each axe swipe.
Jon steps back, the Berserker swings his axes again, hitting Jon shoulder but he gets swung in, but the Berserker avoids it.
Swing his axe forward Jon blocks one blade but the Berserker pushes forward, seeing Jon back as he gives him another slash, striking the berserker's shoulder but it doesn't stop the berserker pushing the two axe to Jon's neck.
"Your head it mine Warden" the Berserker grins at Jon, who struggles to push the berserker off, his blade cutting the berserker's chest but he is not stopping, getting his neck.
THROOT
"Ahhhh!" The Berserker shouted, an arrow on his chest, and Jon turned to see Ramsay aiming another arrow at him.
"Missed him" Ramsay said, drawing another arrow to shoot the Berserker again, Jon stabs his sword though the berserker's chest, the Berserker gasps in pain, Jon slowly pushes him off his sword.
"Thanks for the save" Jon thanks Ramsay.
"I was aiming at you" Ramsay said, getting a look from Jon as they continue to fight the other therns.
Robb tries to fight the warlord thern, but it proves difficult, the Warlord uses his shield to block Robb sword strikes, Robb slashes across the thern, The warlord blocks with his shield and pushes forward, knocking him back.
"You still a pup Stark, nothing like the war-wolf" the Warlord said, making Robb mad as he strikes to shoulder charge the warlord, but the Warlord charges forward.
Both Warden and Warlord have halted, none of them stopped until they pushed the other as they tried to push each other down.
"Young wolf they call you, just a shadow under your sister, a baby wolf trying to beat a woman" the Warlord taunts him, pushing forward making Robb angrier as he tries to push forward.
But the Warlord steps back, making Robb fall forward with the Warlord hitting his head with the short sword, knocking him down as Robb rolls around avoiding the sword.
Robb gets back to avoid the Warlord's sword cutting off his head.
"Weak little wolf, without your sister you are nothing, but an honor bound southerner, not worthy of the name Stark" The Warlord shouted, aiming to kill the Stark, Robb tries to fight but can't.
"Get off him bastard thern" One of Robb's guards shouted, knocking the Warlord back as he turned to face him.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The Warlord shouted, seeing his men stop him from killing a Stark.
"Tadd Flint, and you're not killing the Starks" Tadd said, ready to defend them with his life.
"Then I'll kill you first" Warlord shouted, charging with his shield, knocking Tadd the guard off his feet and into a tree, the warlord driving him into and slamming him into the tree.
The Warlord stabs Tadd with his sword, pushing it through his guts. The Warlord tries to pull it out but Tadd holds it, the Warlord gets annoyed, swings the body around but Tadd keeps holding the blade, the Warlord gets annoyed and pushes Tadd off his sword, Tadd falls down dead on the ground.
"TADD" Robb shouted, taking off his helmet to see his friend and guard getting killed, gutted like a pig.
"He shouldn't have gotten in my way Stark" The Warlord said, looking at Robb he stands up in rage.
Bran looks scared at everyone fighting, the Stark-men and the therns trying to kill one another, he doesn't know what to do, and he feels so helpless.
"It's ok young pup, no one would hurt you" Astrid said, staying close to Bran as she doesn't make an effort to leave, only protect him.
"Fuck this, use the bombs" One thern shouted, grabbing a fire bomb on his throwing it one the ground to knock away the Stark men.
BLAASSSSSTT
The Stark men get sent back, the thern grab what they could carry and run off.
"Hey wait for me" Another Thern shouted, throwing another bomb, along with others.
BLAASSSSSTT
BLLAAAASSTTTT
BLAASSSSSTT
BLASSTTTTT
More fire bombs exploding, making all the Stark men back off or cover their ears, the Therns grabbed the horses and what loot they could carry and ran off.
"Hey, cocksuckers, don't run off, FUCKEN COWARDS" the Warlord shouted, seeing all the therns throwing their bombs and taking what loot they could carry.
The rest of the Therns took the horses too.
"YOU COCKSUCKER ARE DEAD WHEN I GET BACK, YOUR BALLS ARE COMING OFF" The Warlord shouted, seeing all the Stark's men disoriented and some hurt.
Now he is alone with just the Stark hostage and the spearwife who hasn't fought yet.
"Surrender, now" Jon orders, rubbing his head as few Stark-men surround the remaining Therns, Robb stands up more pissed then before
The Warlord can see he was surrounded and the others are gone with the valuable loot.
But they didn't take the hostage.
The Warlord ran to the tied up young Stark, grabbing him and holding his blade at his throat.
"Back the fuck off" The Warlord shouted, standing up holding Bran Stark with the blade on his throat.
"Brock, put the pup down" the Spear wife said, wait she was against the Warlord?
"Shut up bitch, you have been nothing but trouble, less trouble then your worth" The Warlord Brock shouted back, turning to stop the Stark men from walking forward.
"Back off Stark, if you have a dead wolf to hang" Brock said slowly stepping back.
"Let him go now" Jon shouted, pointing his sword at him, but Brock held the sword closer to Bran's throat, stopping Jon.
"You drop the sword bastard, now" Brock said, showing Bran's throat and the blade, Jon lowered his sword.
"You too, all of you drop your weapons" Brock shouted, the Stark-men looking at each other.
"Drop them" Robb shouted, getting more angry, his eyes starting to narrow, every Stark man dropped their weapons.
"Good, now we are going to leave, and if anyone steps forward, his throat is cut open" Brock threatens, Robb starts to growl, his eyes get misty a little, howling is heard in the distance.
"Just back the fuck away, young wolf, and run to your sister like the pup you ARhhhhhh" Brock shouted in pain, a spear stabs his shoulder away from Bran.
From the Spearwife?
The Spearwife hit the top of the Warlord's head, making him let go of Bran, knocking him with her shield and head-butting him with her helmet. Sending him back as she catches Bran.
"You bitch" the Warlord grunts, standing without his sword.
"The Stark pup is more important than you could ever matter," Astrid said, holding Bran protectively.
"What's with you spearwifes? What fucken oath to old gods makes you like this? Protecting dumb fucken Starks" Brock asked, Robb has enough of this.
"RAHHHHHh" Robb jumps Brock, knocking the shield out of the warlord's hands.
"Never touch my family!" Robb shouted, punching the Warlord over and over again.
The Warlord grunts as he tries to block the Starks attacks, his helmet gets knocked off as he feels the metal gauntlets smash his face.
Robb punches his face, over and over again, his rage never stopping with his look of pure contempt, and animal-like growl escapes him as blood starts to get splattered all over him.
Jon and everyone look in awe and horror as Robb's rages, punching the Warlord to the ground and beating the thern to death, they watch as the Warlord tries to block or fight back but the more Robb hits, the more blood gets splattered on him.
"Robb" Jon called out, trying to stop him, but Robb wasn't listening, still beating the thern to death.
"Robb" Jon called again, now seeing the Warlord stop moving.
"ROBBB" Jon shouted, grabbing his fist, Robb turns to his brother, growling at him.
He looked ready to punch him but Jon held him, letting Robb breathe again.
"Robb, is over, he's dead" Jon said, seeing Robb taking a few breaths as he looked down to see the bloody mess of the Warlord.
"Wwwwhat…Happened" Robb said, taking a breath to see what he did.
"You beat the Warlord to death, my bloody lord" Ramsay said, seeing the warlord face is all messed up.
"I…didn't mean" Robb said, as another guard helped him up.
"It's Alright my lord, he killed our friend and almost killed your brother" his guard said, seeing what happened and helped Robb up.
"The Bloody Wolf indeed" Armin said, seeing Robb Stark covered in blood of the Warlord.
"He's so hot right now" Myranda said, seeing the hot young lord Stark covered in blood.
"I know, you think he'll take me" Violet asked, she wants to get fucked right now.
Jon shakes his head, picking up his sword and pointing it at the Spearwife, still holding her shield and spear after un-tiring Bran.
"What to do with you?" Jon said, seeing the Spearwife surrender to them.
"You may take me as your prisoner, even kill me, only if you swear to protect your brother," Astrid said, holding her head out, ready to be killed.
"Wait, stop" Bran yelled, running to them after getting untied, stopping them from hurting the spearwife.
"Bran, what are you doing?" Jon asked, Bran standing in front of the spearwife.
"She didn't hurt me, she was trying to help me," Bran said, to the confusion of everyone.
"What are you talking about?" Robb asked, looking at his brother.
"She told me I'm a warg, she said I need special training, she protected me from the others, please don't kill her" Bran begs them, everyone was surprised to see Bran was a warg.
"Is this true Spearwife?" Jon asked, holding his sword at her, she didn't flinch.
"It's true white wolf, the pup is a warg, and not just any warg, but a green seer" the Spearwife explains, the others look unsure.
"The fucks a greenseer?" Ramsay asked, looking at her.
"A one in a hundred warg, one that can see the past, present and even the future, he was blessed by the old gods" the spearwife said, bowing low to Bran.
"Who are you?" Robb asked, never seeing a freefolk like this.
"I am Astrid, Spearwife, a warrior who made a deal with the old gods, we earn glory for our fallen, in time we will win a place in the old god's halls" the Spear wife said passionately, looking at Bran Stark.
"But it is we who decide who we fight, I've mastered the way of the spear and shield, scouting and tracking with the old gods guidance, and one day Bran Stark, your salvation" Astrid kneels to Bran Stark, to the shock of everyone,
Freefolk don't knee, not willingly. Lyarra Stark forces her will on the Freefolk, beating them through conquest and the Winter Legion trains them into compliance, brutal training.
For a Spearwife to bow to Bran Stark.
"We need to take her prisoner," Jon said, getting a nod from Robb.
"Our sister and father need to hear this" Robb said, seeing this spearwife call Bran a warg, something his sister has been putting into the legion, adding their abilities into the North.
Did she know about this?
Jon and Robb will know once she returns from Skagos.