Catelyn III

It was a nice day in Riverrun. She glanced at the river the water looked beautiful and claire the fish out for a swim, She felt compelled to lay her hand in to feel the current.

A river flowed against her hand and she could do little to stop it though her hand managed to subside its flow if only for a moment in the waters past it providing a refreshing chill to her fingers. The rushing river brought a strong force to it, causing a slight pain that felt very real in her state of slumber. . She saw the smooth rocks of the bottom of the river, gold dragons lost in the current. The fish swam, including the trouts. One ate a golden dragon… She felt the rush of the current for some time longer than she should've, feeling like it was beginning to pull her skin. Then the trout who decided itself a living coin purse fell. The river calmed. Though the rushing water begins to put a strain on her ears its previously lesser flow takes up a hastened pace. Then the trout begin to fall. It spits out the dragon a dark crust covering the gleaming gold. Then the trout flipped. Its movements suddenly ceased as it floated to the surface. Then she saw more float to the surface some trout some not, though all spit out a darkened dragon. The floor of the river began to fill with stained gold dragons.

Then a dark red began to flow down the river, a harsh iron smell building up in her sense, the river rough but the sticky, and thick nature of the blood coated her hand in the substance, her vision turned red it seems to be absorbed by the strangeness of the river for a moment. Yet that strange concentration subsided. As the water cleared the deep red of the river it became a more tolerable transparent red combining with the current, then came the head of a wolf the head got trapped along, the river, its eyes seeming to whimper. The dead fish seemed to move with a strange speed and gather into a group a behavior most unlike them. More awakened and continued to swim. They seemed to gather around the wolf's head in an intimate sort of way. Feasting upon its flesh but each time they rested their mouth upon the creature for more it strangely seemed to have care involved like a kiss as they swam they were gently brushing against the fur of the decapitated wolf. In a tender sort of way… she looked over at the fish. All of them seemed to have Valyrian-like eyes, a shade of violet. Strangely all Catelyn could think about was that she has never seen a trout with eyes like that in her entire life


"Lady Catelyn, Lady Catelyn?"

Ah she jostled awake… coming out of one nightmare into another it seemed. she recognized the voice it was one of Margaery's hand maidens a northern girl Mira. The queen seemed to leave her with Catelyn as some type of service. Though despite the accent she seemed much more interested in gleaming information from her than anything else. No doubt listening in on her earlier conversation with the septon.

"A werewolf has come to the camp…" The statement coming out of the girls mouth in conjunction with the accent made her think it was Ayra speaking for a moment.

"A werewolf?" She eyed the girl with skepticism, and internally questioned her sense.

"Aye, I swear to you lady stark… It caused quite the commotion outside. If you go out now you'll probably still hear hushed talk of it"

Given the girls insistence, either Margaery employed a truly mad girl to be her handmaiden or the words she spoke were truth. She hoped it was the former, though from what she knew of the Tyrells she doubted it was the case. Granted perhaps the sudden change of scenery has caused a break of some kind in the girl.

Unfortunately, She went out of the tent and had the girls theories confirmed not a minute after, just from the loud talk of a scullery maid conversing with one of the cooks. Through the flap of the tent. The walk to Lord Renly confirmed it at least several times over by her count, from the septons fearfully whispering, to the soldiers gaining a new found tenseness, with many trading blows with each other with more vigor than she saw from them the past day.

She was blocked by guards at the entrance of the Kings tent. WIth that she allowed the heat she withheld to come to the surface.

"Need I remind you Lord Renly, I was in the tent with you when the shadow set off this dreadful chain of events, and a Wolf is the sigil of my marital house. If anyone should be allowed to see the creature it should be I. " She made sure to speak loudly enough to gain the attention of some of those surrounding the tent. Causing more eyes to look her way.

"Lady Stark may enter," It was more of a grumble than a proper statement

She came into the tent to the sight of a exhausted looking man, hair even a little disheveled. Though he seemed to be in the process of remedying it as she walked in.

"May I see the Werewolf."

Renly tired look briefly turned to one of indignation upon her request. The knight in a yellow cloak to his side seemed annoyed by her insistence as well. She pressed on though uncaring.

"Lord Renly!" She gave a bit more force to the words, upon his lack of response.

"If I was a crueler man I could demand you be ousted from the camp for not using my proper Title Lady Catelyn. Need I remind you, that this is My camp, not Stannis's and Certainly not your sons"

Catelyn's energy seemed to be sapped at the statement. She briefly thought of Robb, she wondered if he knew she was gone yet? How would he fare in the Riverlands. Would his northern bluntness get in his she ever be able to gaze upon his red-brown hair and blue eyes. For that matter would she ever lay eyes on any of her sons again. Bran was a cripple; he needed her. This all was only meant to be temporary. Her time back in the RIverlands.

WIth her pause in retorts, Renly began speaking again.

"I am sorry you have gotten caught up in this Lady Catelyn, and I understand we got off on the wrong foot since before we even ended up in this forsaken place" Renly said taking a breathe.

"But it would be in your best interest to withhold from disrespecting me in this matter. I need to have a handle on my people and it makes it even harder in this unbelievable situation if a woman from a house of great renown, and widow of a man of great respect, can not even call me by the title my people have sworn to uphold. If you wish to call me Lord Renly in private feel free, but do not do so in front of my people. Or eventually I may be forced to send a message"

WIth that Catelyn felt a fire began to simmer inside her. The man acting at king felt he could make this demand of her. It was well within his power but just the sorry state of him begging her to use his proper titles. Was an indication of his lack of grasp on the situation. Nonetheless it would not do to say as much.

"Very well Lord Renly, now may I see this supposed werewolf or do you wish to waste my time." She said, allowing the heat to enter her voice.

Renly eyes returned to his previous look of indignation, from her calling him Lord no doubt. There was a good pause of time until finally he spoke.

"They are in the back of the tent through a connected section."

The witch had her quarters now? She felt her stomach turn at the prospect. To think after the contempt raised towards Stannis due to his allowance of that Essosi woman and her blasphemous eastern religion. He does the very same with this strange witch.

Nonetheless she gave Lord Renly thanks.

"Lady Catelyn I think you should prepare yourself, this is not a simple wolf… as you know it… and Renna is with him and she has shall we say a different look to her." He said hushed well eyeing the back of the tent.

"Speak plainly," Catelyn said, tone gaining some anger. At the obtuse nature of his warning.

"Just prepare yourself and do not provoke either of them. I ask this not for me but for the sake of everyone." Renly replied with a bit of sterness entering his voice. Almost sounding like his eldest brother for a moment.

At that Catelyn eyed the flap at the back of the tent with a measured reluctance. She massaged her head for a moment, hoping by some miracle it settles her. Then she went towards the tents flap.


Upon the sight of the man if he could even be called such, Her heart gave a bit of a jolt but she continued on. Though with lessened haste. She heard tales of stark kings of old being able to quite literally turn into a wolf? Skinchangers they were called, she recalled old nan of often telling such stories to her children back in winterfell filling poor ayras mind with such dribble. Edmure once tried to scare her with the tale of a Human killer in the skin of the wolf in the north. Who hid in plain sight as he murdered fair maidens.

It was a story that Hoster punished him for with increased training with the black fish. She still got little sleep the week following her brothers tall tale. Though she recalled Luwin commenting on the matter with little skepticism. Skinchanging once existed.. Is that what this was here, with this wolf man?

"Lady Catelyn this is mine most devoted friend Blaidd, judging upon words to thine king, you take interest in knowing he" The witch said this as she gestured at the werewolf.

Catelyn was thrown for a start at the mention of her inquires with the king… How much did she hear? Though that thought was quickly placed elsewhere upon the sight of the glowing blue face that lay on Renna's own, it moved with an unnerving sway on her left side, not matching expression, holding a flat look where Renna herself smiled.

Though it paled in comparison to the giant towering above her… Which is the only word she could think to describe it now that she truly saw them in close proximity. He towered well above the witch who already had a few inches on her in height. He seemed like he was over twice her height… His size was so ridiculous. It wasn't even something she could've imagined. He had to stand near the pole holding part of the tent up as to not needlessly brush against it.

"Ello lady Catelyn, I am Blaidd The Half-Wolf " the wolf man took a few steps towards her. Causing her heart to pound in her chest. Then unbelievably he bowed to her, this close his size seemed even more massive, nearly scraping the roof of the tent on his descent back up, yet he seemed not to be bothered by it. He carried himself as a man. His movements,speech, even what he wore. He dressed as a man, and bowed as a man. He all in all behaved as if he were a man in a wolf suit. Even had an accent not dissimilar to the northern accent. It all conflicted with his

He behaved as if he were a ser.. and not a beast. She found herself looking at Renna to avoid the uncomfortableness that thought brought her. Though she felt a different unease gazing upon the women again. Eyeing the ethereal blue of her second face with caution. It's expression seemed to hold a grimace now.

"Thou seems to be rather off put, mine own condition is product of struggle with thine kings baleful shadow, it proved a most unexpected foe"

The wolfman quickly turned his head towards Renna She expected elaboration on the comment, yet all she got from the witch herself was movement from her second face. Caused by the shadow? She couldn't say she understood much in these matters of magic, but the new addition made her more unnerving, a feat she thought impossible. Gazing upon her a days past.

"Aye lady Renna is the most skilled sorcerer I know. I remember times she looked much the same following accomplishment of another feat";

Both of Renna's faces went into a smirk with Blaidd's comment.

"Blaidd has known I for quite a time." Renna said resting her head on the physical one into her upper right hand as if thinking upon her own words.

Blaidd looked upon her simply nodding.

"How long have you two been acquainted?"

Blaidd looked towards Renna as if asking her an unspoken question.

"I ave' known er' since she was a girl"

That was quite a long time to know someone.. Other than them each bearing an inhuman appearance they seemed they have little in common.. Completely different species, thats how it seemed at a glance anyways. Her with her 4 arms, and now a second ghastly face. HIm with his armor, and fur seeming to stick out everywhere he did not have clothing covering. It was wildly long and messed up. HIs face she barely glanced at due to it being well above her but it had an unsettling air to it as well. Though it was certainly the face of a wolf.

A werewolf indeed. She thought back to Mira with that… then a flash of Ayra came into her mind a more familiar discomfort entering it.

She took a deep breath collecting herself again, it seemed to do little to quell the unease that seemed to consume her body though.

"I wonder How did you two happen across one another at such a young age?"

Truthfully she wanted to know if they were betrothed. It was hard for her to imagine such arrangements even happening between two such inhuman creatures in this strange land. Though the mention of knowing each other since youth as well as they're behavior with each other seems to suggest something more than simple friendship… some manner of Arrangement.

"I was thrusted upon My Lady in youth, Surprised she hasn't gotten bloody tired of I yet."

With Renna nodding seeming to confirm the fact.

She thought back on her theory of betrothal.. She contemplated whether or not she would share her theories with Lord Renly.

"How was thou own frolics of youth?"

At the question Catelyn found her throat close. She really had no desire to tell either of them of such. Though she thought on it. Contemplating whether she should share something about her time in riverrun as a child, or her early adulthood in the north. They both felt so distant to her. Though they both had a certain sacred sense to them a sense she did not wish for the witch to know of. Though for the sake of learning more she couldn't very well give them nothing. She taught back to the early part of her dream before it became a nightmare. Dipping her hand in the river, and the simple joys that went a long with it.

"My Upbringing was great, I was raised under the light of the seven. I enjoyed playing around the stream by the castle as a child. "

That seemed to satisfy the witch as she nodded though she seemed to gain a certain stare in her second face. That made Catelyn's unease increase yet again.

"Forgive mine own ignorance, but whom is Thine Seven mine ears hear many mention of"

Now this was a topic Catelyn had less reluctance to talk about with the witch… She hoped with talk of the seven pointed star, perhaps she will be shielded more so from the evil the witch held. Though she was trying to reason in her head how she would discuss this. She supposed she could start from the hills of Andalous, Perhaps she could dive into the teachings of the crone, or the instances of mercy of the mother.

Though it seems the seven did not have this in mind, as suddenly a loud inhuman roar was heard in the distance, Instinctively she looked at Blaidd, though it did not come from the Half-Wolf.


A loud roar was heard again, then she felt the ground shake. Then screams started erupting outside the tent.

She eyed Renna and Blaidd. With these two in here she could not imagine what warranted such screaming. Though given the events of the past day she would not be shocked to learn. The shadows long lost lover decided to make its way to the camp for revenge.

She went out and saw a sight infinitely worse

Swaths of people were chaotically running every direction. Where they were running to she had little means to tell she suspected a good number had no idea themselves.

Given the nature of the threat that she eyed a ways ahead she understood fully the nature of the chaos…

The unease within her turned to full scale panic…

A dragon? She heard rumors the savage Targaryen girl had 3 dragons and their soze was little but it was also said their size was little.

So in the back of her mind that did entertain the possibility she wagered if Robb or even she herself did somehow chance across her it would be a small thing… this dragon however was not a small things… it matched the size accounts from the citadel she learned about as a girl… something even in her time of entertaining whims and stories made her shudder…

This beast seemed to be going after the force Renly sent out earlier… it was a thing known about but the reason Renly thought it wise to send them out as they are remained a mystery.

The dragon spit fire form it mouth across the ground of the bog below… the flames seeming to chase after the soldiers running from it along with the dragon. Those fleeing were stilled near instantly after the flame subsided, most remaining dead on the waters.

Renly Baratheon walked up staring at the scene, clear discomfort and sweat pouring on his face. He took an uneasy glance upwards at the face of the Half-Wolf. Then looked towards Renna.

"Ser Emmon, I ask that you and however many men you think necessary go and retrieve Lord Commander Loras Tyrell and Robar the Red and escort any other survivors to safety" Renly said with his earlier sternness. He as if he just swallowed something unpleasant.

"Your grace, We should guarantee your safety first above others, we must evacuate then with time we can send a force to retrieve the lord commander and his men" This came from the man she faced when trying to enter the tent earlier The Yellow Knight.

Though the Yellow Knights words made sense his face portrayed a different truth. Terror ran across his features.

"We must get you out of here Your Grace Ser Emmon is right" She looked over to see Brienne of Tarth walk over to the king.

"Lady Renna, I know I am in no capacity to ask but will you please aide my surviving men" Renly said his voice taking the sternness it held earlier. Though his eyes looked pleading.

"Ya ask My lady to fight a bloody dragon for ya?" She did not have to look to know the half-wolf responded. He had a certain edge to his tone here. As if he was offended.

Though as for the witch herself she said nothing.

"King Renly, I can retrieve the commander and his men send me."

"No Brienne your body is no doubt still damaged from the fight not even a days past, and this is no ordinary threat" Renly said his new sternness seeming to

"Lady Brienne actually has fared well, her and others among which include Randall Tarly injuries seemed to heal at an unusually quick rate" The maester stated seeming to be uncomfortable letting the words out.

Renly looked dumbfounded by the Maesters statement.

"Your telling me Randall Tarly's leg grew back" Renly skepticism creeping into his voice.

"Well no your grace but the area where it was cut off has almost fully healed, at an alarming rate." The maester said, the fear in his voice seeming to not be muted in any sense.

"Lady Renna Please will you aide us. I will be indebted to you"

With that Catelyns paused and gave the king a scornful look and she wasn't alone. The Maester, and The yellow knight, even Brienne herself raised an eyebrow.

"if thou are to bindan us honorable knightess, accept mine gift" Renna said seemingly ignoring the silent conversation being had. with a different tone than typical. As Brienne gave a skeptical look at her direction.

With that Renna waved her hands around causing a strange symbol to appear in the air a light blue shade . Then Brienne's shield began to glow a faint blue. Then she produced another sigil this one on the ground, suddenly a glowing blue circle erupted on the ground encircling both Renna and Brienne.

"Thou will grant thee increased protection and Strength" was all Renna said

With that the Half-wolf turned and began heading down the hill towards the Dragon, With the witch following close behind.

By the mother, grant us mercy, by the warrior grant us strength. As we are doomed.


Brienne I

She stared at the bodies as she made her way down the hill. The skin and blood bits floating in the water, along with a strong smell of burnt flesh, not a small she was familiar with but as she smelled such she made no mistake of it. She saw one man's ear, well away from his head which was next to a torso arms bent in unnatural ways. The sight made a sick feeling develop in her chest but she pushed it down. The dragon could be heard stomping upon the grounds of the ruined stone structure. That Robar Royce and Commander Loras resided in.

A ways away past the structure of the ruins Renna began a grand cast seeming to shoot a beam of pure blue light at the dragon. The dragon stopped its stomping and turned its head, looking in the direction of the strange mage, and her even stranger companion who walked just a bit to the side of Renna herself. She hoped they truly could fare against the creature. Her trust for the woman was Little , and her companion even less so. Though if she was truly capable of dispelling that foul shadow, and was as adept at magic as Her King seemed to believe. Perhaps they had a chance, and that was before even considering the sheer mass of this half wolf. Hopefully that ridiculous sword along his backside was not just for show.

Blaidd followed her grand cast with a jump As he slashed with a sword bigger than shes ever seen in her life… Despite the attack landing in a vital area little if nay blood was drawn from what she could see.

WIth that Renna followed with a glowing blue sword seeming to materialize out of nowhere got in trying to attack the dragons neck herself. Though Renna's magic sword seemed to do little to the dragon itself upon it. None the less it seemed to aide somewhat in Brienne's endeavor of getting to a hopefully surviving Loras Tyrell and Robar Royce. Though given the fire breathing creature the lied in her vision she was not hopeful in the matter.

She made her way closer to the ruins doing a quick look around though prominently keeping her eyes on the dragon itself.

Blaid slashed this time at the beasts as Renna attacked it from the front.

Then the dragon flew back in the air… She saw it seem to stare at her hate seeming to enter its eyes. Then it came down.

She felt the wind knocked out of her as she was sent to the ground, she was first questioning what sent her to the ground. She figured it was the dragon but its arms and legs laid nowhere near her… Could it have been the sheer force of it landing on the ground again…

She couldn't be certain she didn't have time to dwell on the thought... Her arms pushed her back as she quickly got back on her feet running towards the ruins. Eyeing the beast, which lied in front of her now. Bring its feet forwards creating heavy splashes and sounds of ground crumbling beneath its sheer might.

She heard a much more shallow splash of water in front of her, A man taking residence between her and the dreaded dragon. He had a peculiar look to him, Having a manner of iron or steel decoration covering his entire face. The rest of his armor reminded her of the bleaker colors of the north. Having some combination of shoulder plates cloth and leathers. No furs though, and a black cape.

"Agheel, you think yourself to have snack?" The man said in an odd accent as he thrusted his own blade, which wasn't nearly as outrageous in size than the wolfs though it had a foreign look to it. He quickly dealt a series of blows to the face of the dragon. Seeming to aim for its eye.

The dragon sprang itself in the air again to avoid further attacks of that nature.

She looked towards the stranger giving him a thankful look, to which he seemed to nod at if the movement of the strange iron decoration on him was any indication.

With that she quickly made her way across the water to the ruins, and finally made a step that wasn't accompanied by a splash. Onto hard ground. She eyed the dragon above thankfully his hateful gaze seemed to focus elsewhere for the time being.

With that she quickly made her way to where she saw the dragon before Renna first caught its attention, there was a stairway there… With any luck perhaps it was staying put where it was to try to find more food. The thought sent a chill down her spine… Though that did not negate its sensibility. Perhaps the Commander and Robar truly were still alive, at the very least there was a possibility of survivors down there. With that she made her way down the steps, nearly tripping on something. She looked down and grimaced a body burnt grossly. Steel and iron mingling with flesh.

"Who goes there?" She saw a man perhaps a few years younger than she. Holding a sword defensively.

"Brienne the… Lady Brienne" The man said seemingly flustered. With an exhaustion caking his features. Then she saw another soldier, this one wearing the same gear as the other though seeming more focused on the man he was gripping onto in the corner.

This was not the familiar prideful Loras she recalled. Just a few days past at the start of their duel. Neither was it the anger from its conclusion. This man had a sunken look to him that seemed nothing like him… His body shook a little as he made his way holding onto the soldier that was aiding him.

"Where is Robar The Red?" All the mens eyes seemed to gain a new fear to them.

"I don't know, I dont… we can't go to the camp" Loras mumbled out

So Robar was most surely dead then… If he was not here amongst the survivors, and he didn't see him out there.

"Robar did not Die to the Dragon.. He was taken" The man that greeted her said.

"Taken by who?" Brienne inquired

"The chest took him" The man said, staring at the far end of the room. The Man aiding loras gave a reluctant glance towards it as well. Loras himself kept his eyes on the stairs however.

"The Chest?" She eyed the man skeptically then the chest in the room, it seemed a bit large it could very well hold a man in it. She went closer to the chest, eyeing it reaching a hand out.

"No.. My Lady please don't the chest wafted smoke and when it cleared Robar was no longer standing above it" He pleaded.

"He speaks truth." The soldier aiding Loras reluctantly said. Loras simply nodded.

She heard the roar of the dragon above sending another chill down her spine, they had to move out.

She eyed the man with skepticism questioning how intact their memory of events were given the dread that flew above, but quickly gestured for them to come with her.

As she made her way helping Loras, and the other men, another strong beam of light came for the dragon, from down here she could appreciate the destructive beauty of it. With that the dragon breathed a barrage of fire all around, Blocking Brienne's way forward, and judging by the deep growl heard, hitting the half- wolf.

She walked as quickly and as quietly as she could to find a way around some of the flames that were subsiding.

They nearly were at the shore of the lake now, she felt the ground shake again, she looked over to see the dragon on the ground. Laying down…. Though its head still moved at which point the man with the strange Iron Decoration atop his head thrust his sword straight into its eye. At which point The half- wolf jumped into the the air bringing the full force of his great sword down on him.

She eyed renna moving her hands, expecting for another one of those ridiculous blasts to stream out, but it simply was the pebble spell she showcased to the king earlier.

The dragon did not yet move to spring itself airborn it simply laid unmoving.

Was it truly dead? Did those three truly kill a dragon that killed countless men?


Robar I

One moment he was experiencing the dread of being at the mercy of that dragon. Proud of himself for getting the Lord Commander to somewhere safer. He opened that chest, and he figured the worst possibility that they could meet was that there would be nothing useful for the moment in the chest.

Now he was gone from the Lord Commander's presence, even the stone of the underground chamber was gone from his feelings. The creak of wood bearing beneath his boots. An unfamiliar purple stone above that was such a shade that it almost looked to glow. He began to look around and walk nearing the edge of the wood where he saw what he first thought was a man. He felt a surge of joy enter him, but it quickly dissipated after he laid a closer eye on the being it seemed almost like a man afflicted by grayscale with stone like lumps embedded into his skin.

He slowly made his way out the cave glancing at his sword. Thankful he did not drop it to the heat of the dragon. He took another glance at the stone man esque creature by him, debated. If he dealt a blow to its head or backside assuming it died as a normal man should. He shook his head at the thought. This was a land of glowing trees of unimaginable size, Dragons, four armed witches, and chests that sent you somewhere else… This was not a simple stoneman, even if it was what hurt would it have to be cautious. He carefully maneuvered his way around the stoneman, His presence seeming to go unnoticed. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his backside and He heard a strange call reminding him of some of the sounds he heard in the neck, frogs or bugs he couldn't be sure. The sharp pain stayed but he felt something dig deep within him all over his torso… a searing pain consuming his upper body… he writhed to the floor . Feeling himself convulsing. As he felt another sharp pain enter his side. The sting of that seemed to subside

He felt a sharp feeling in himself, not quite the same sharpness he felt enter him. A less painful but larger presence, like scraps of wood made their way inside him, Instinctively he felt towards his chest and his abdomen he felt no indication of an opening, Even so the feel of small splinters inside him remained. The blood continued to let out of him he stood as he prepared himself to meet the stranger.

His familial armor truly did him no good, for a second son he supposed did well he faced a dragon before his death, and whatever these abominations were. though a small smile straining onto his face. The splinters seem to gain more of a prominence in his senses. Perhaps it was indicative of an after affect of the needles imbedded into his back.. He didnt know all he knew was the pain which moments past felt insufferable felt much more faint. He knew what that meant. He eyed the unfamiliar purples of the cave and the wooden boards of the structures within.

His vision blurring enmeshing the two together until he could not tell either a part. He felt the heaviness over him reach a peak and the desire to close them was strong he knew once he did he'd be meeting the warrior or atleast the stranger. So he allowed them to go with how his body felt allowing his eyes to shut and the rest of him go limp.

But he did not see the stranger he first smelled a water, not unlike that which the dragon of moments past resided over. Though there was something dirtier to it, a strong smell of mud and dirt, but overlaid with the pleasant scent of wood… that caused his eyes to open. He was still in the cave…. And he felt a surge of energy return to him. Hearing his bones and muscles ache and crack back the pain of his back still having the faintness to them. It was a weird feeling he felt reinvigorated, but the feeling of splinters earlier still lingered. Unsettling him. WHy or how though? He never felt such pain and faintness in all the life he could remember.

The warrior must have granted him strength.. He silently prayed to him and the stranger in thanks.

Then a large bug like creature entered his vision its body a skin like color it has a mess of arms, at least six though possibly more. And it held a weapon seemingly the same color as itself like a spear.

The large bug made its necklike noises, strange chirps and vibrations leaving its mouth as it moved in an erratic fashion he was certain he'd die to them again, and he did not wish to test the strength of the warriors resolve.

Suddenly a curved sword made its way into the nightmares body..then slashed upwards.

THe bug then refocused its attention towards the direction of this sword.

Robar did as well. He saw a man.. This one seeming much more in line with an actual human being. Opposed to the gray stoned covered imitation of one or even the strange soldiers of Godrick. he had a helm that looked disturbing to say the least, he supposed helm was the wrong word it was less a helm and more a smooth ball of metal with bolts seeming to hold the center together, a large circular hole made for a single eye and mouth. with his blade awfully big for his size as well. Curved two times over, a lengthy silver, thing with a black pommel, that looked like a cross between a scimitar and a greatsword. Chain Link armour adorning the rest of him. Barring leather gauntlets.

He got in a fight with what seemed to be the source of the needles peddling his backside judging by its release of strange projectiles that seemed to track the newcomer., the creature moved in bizzare ways, seeming to hiss as it maneuvered, despite the disgusting things frantic movement, the helmed man managed to get a good hit in, and 2 more,

The creature tried pelting the man with needles but he dodge the things by using the environment, most the needles seems to manage to lodge themselves into the rock and wood,

Then he did his final blow. The creature being left a mess of pinkish goop and oversized bug parts… She wasn't sure what was worse the thing in its full capacity or seeing the chaotic mess of insides and outsides that were spread across the rocks where it was slain.

He looked back towards Robar

A warrior in this world? Robar wagered

Then the warrior started rushing towards him sword ready for attack.

"No Please I'm not a part of this horrid place. Mercy"

Then the warrior stilled his movements.

"Who are you then?" The warrior said a bit of an echo, seeming to come from within the helm.


A.N. Been working on this a lot the past week in a half. I hope I did the POVs justice. I was very happy with my Catelyn POV. This has honestly been a lot of fun to write. Curious what everyone's thoughts are as always. Whether they loved it, hated it. All feedback is appreciated. Whether praise, critique or speculation.

Sadly, schools really picking up now. I do not think I will be able to keep up this 2ish weeks per update schedule. Though as I announced on SB/SV and AH. I'll be doing Omakes when i'm in these periods where I don't have time to write full fledged chapters. Not sure how i'll handle that on other websites but atleast on forum websites its pretty simple.