Prologue
The cold salty sea air stung his skin as the long ship cut through the waves. The Prisoner looks up at his captors, the raiders who had grabbed him from Bear Island who intend on taking him back to their homeland to coax a ransom out of his lord father or kill him, For what the north did to them during their rebellion.
"Trader, port side." A gruff voice rang out over the waves cutting through the thoughts of the Prisoner.
"Adjust course, I want that ship." The captain– or who the Prisoner thought was the captain–said. "Full sail and ready your weapons, it looks foreign we'll be in for a fight."
As the ship chased after their new target, a wave of hope washed over the Prisoner over the impending battle.
"May the men of that ship strike you down." Came mumbled from the Prisoner so low none heard it.
With his words said the next moment would have thrown him far if he had not been tied to the ship.
"You fuckers dare to attack my ship!" A roar with a distinctively Nnorthern accent cut across the din of the two ships colliding.
"Get them, it's just two men!" The captain of the long ship yelled out, rallying his men.
Then hell was unleashed with the sound of two thuds as the two men boarded the ship with guttural roars. The sound of steel and cries of pain rang out as the battle aboard the raider ship raged.
"What demons are you?" A man yelled out as the two men cut a bloody path through the raiders.
The two men rushed past the bound Prisoner as they continued their two man crusade against the pirates. Now finally in view the Prisoner could see the two men who seemed to be cutting down the pirates with relative ease. Of the two only one had their face showing wearing a mix of chainmail and leathers. The tall older blonde man was a demon with his axe in one hand and a shield in the other cutting down any who stood in his path to the captain who was bellowing out orders. The other man was just as terrifying decked head to toe in a strange green colored armor with his face completely covered with a blank mask of green metal staring back at his enemies, the the bastard sword in his hands lashing out and cutting down his enemies with ease and precision the men he faced seemed to convulse as he cut them down.
As he was watching the man in green the older blonde had reached the captain."Give me and my men to the drowned god, throw us to the sea." and with those words the warrior cut him down.
"Gorbash, let's finish this. I want to go home." The man yelled over the din of the fight as he started flanking the remaining men.
As the fighting ended the one known as Gorbash started looking around the ship grabbing an injured reaver and seemingly grilling him for answers to a question the Prisoner could not hear, the reaver raised a shaky hand in his direction.
"Ivor! over here!" came the gruff voice of Gorbash interrupting the man now known as Ivor as he was dumping reavers off the side of the ship.
"What is it you need, Gorbash?"
"The reaver told me this one here is all the cargo they have."
"Oh, I did not notice you boy." Ivor said as he came over to the bound Prisoner. " What's your name, boy?"
"Jon," he said, "Jon Snow."
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