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Chapter 4: War Plans
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Jon
The Squids of Deepwood Motte had been slaughtered. One Thousand Iron Born had been taken by the sword in the night. Only the Greyjoy Bitch had been left alive. A hostage until Glover's children could be returned. Not a single Northman had been lost in the battle, all as bloodthirsty as he was for the Squids. It had been a massacre by Jon's forces, bringing Deepwood Motte back into the hands of the North. The hands of Jon. The Ironwood Hall was his.It's a start, Jon thought as he prepared himself to meet with his army's leaders. The army was a strong one, being made of Umbers, Free-Folk, Mountain Clans, Mormonts and Forresters. Jon had gathered them all on his march from Castle Black, creating a force to be reckoned with.An army of the First Men and Women,Jon thought with a wolfish grin, as he walked through the Halls of Deepwood Motte with Ghost at his side.
A Pack leader by his own right.Marching through the Wolfswood ha given Ghost an opportunity to gather a pack of wolves, slowly growing as they went. Jon knew that as they marched South to Winterfell that number would only grow. Whatever solitary aspect of the wolf was gone. Ghost was as much a leader as Jon now. Entering the Motte's great hall, Jon was met with nods from the Lords, ladies and commanders present at the meeting, sat on both sides of the long table. Jon nodded back at them all, walking towards the middle of the table, back towards the fire, with Val to his right and the Lady Sybille at his left, with Laurence Snow, another captive of the Iron Born. Ghost strolled behind him, lying in front of the fire. Surrounding the table, Mors Umber, Alysane Mormont, Rodrik Forrester, Hugo Wull, Torren and Morgan Liddle, Torghen Flint and Brandon Norrey, alongside other heads of the mountain clans and the Lords sworn to House Glover. They were all tough bastards, he'd fought with half of them when rallying them to the fight against the Boltons.
Jon took a large swig from the tankard before beginning, "How many ships did we take from the Squid Alysane?"
The Mormont woman gave a toothy grin at him, "The Greyjoy Bitch had Thirty ships with her. The only ships she could keep after Euron's ascension. A good number to start a Northern fleet."
"Aye, will be nice to see the squids get attacked by their own ships" Rodrik said happily.
"This was the largest Iron Born infestation in the North, what's left of them won't have anyone to help them" The Liddle stated simply, drinking from his tankard.
Mormont nodded at the man, "Aye you're right, what's left are in villages along the stony shore and at Tallhart's Square. Not many of them to cause many problems."
"What if more return from the Iron Islands?" Lady Sybille asked, turning to Jon.
The thought of Iron Born coming made him snarl.
"If they come back to Deepwood Motte Lady Glover they'll see Five Hundred of their Reavers' heads at the Bay of Ice on spikes and they'll meet the same fate. If they meet our ships on the sea, they'll see the other five hundred on the long ships."
Jon watched as the Mountain Clan leaders smiled at the thought. Mormont's toothy grin was bigger.
"Deepwood Motte won't be ill defended either. Rodrik will lead the Motte's forces for you. The Forresters, House Bole, Woods and Branch will guard the Motte until your husband and his forces return."
Rodrik looked at Jon, "That can be done. How many of them will you want to take to Winterfell?"
Jon gave him a hard look. "None. I'll have enough to take Winterfell without Glover's Lords. They can stay and kill any squids that come looking for something to plunder."
Rodrik raised an eyebrow, "You think you can take Winterfell back from the Boltons with the forces we have?"
It was Val who answered with a laugh and a piercing smile, "Kneeler, you've only seen some of the Free-Folk fight, when we join up with the rest of our people, we won't need anyone else!"
Some of the Lords didn't look too comfortable with Val's comment. He knew well enough what they thought about fighting with the Free-Folk. When he was commander of the Watch, Jon had to discuss his actions with Norrey and Flint. They'd accepted it by the time Alys Karstark married Sigorn though.
Crowfood Umber slammed his tankard onto the table, "And you haven't seen us Umbers fight against a real enemy either. One Umber is worth Ten of you!"
That got a few laughs from the group, "Aye Crowfood, same goes for the mountain clans. You'll see what this greybeard can do when he bathes in Bolton Blood!"
Jon listened to them all give their boasts. As long as their words are as good as their actions. Jon had seen them fight though, they were eager, and aching for Bolton Blood. Jon could practically taste himself, as far away as they were, feasting in his home.
Alsyane Mormont broke the boasting, bringing it back to plans, "We'll have it easier now that we've seenthe Lady Stark."
Jon's face turned to a snarl. Ghost growled at the mention. The hall turned quiet, only the crackling fire and Ghost making a noise. Jon had met the girl Ramsay demanded in his letter at Last Hearth. She'd arrived not long after Jon had, with a member of Stannis' army. Jon only had to take long at the battered woman to see that she wasn't Arya. Her eyes were brown, not grey like his own. Umber could tell as well, like everyone else would that Arya Stark was Ned Stark's Daughter in all aspects. The Boltons had made an imposter of his sister. And with the girl that had mocked her in her youth,Jeyne Poole. The name made him angry. A spit in his sister's face. He'd brought her with him on his march, showing everyone that Bolton never had a Stark in his possession.They never will,Jon thought darkly.
"My brother, Whoresbane, will have seen Bolton's bride. He'll know the truth as well as us."
"Aye, I doubt any of the Lords that had sworn themselves to Bolton will have believed that farce. They're just biding their time." Flint added.
Jon looked at them all, snarl still etched on his face, "Then it is time they know the North doesn't have to wait."
Val looked at Jon with a mischievous grin, "You're going to tell them that we're coming?"
Jon gave her a wolfish grin in response, "Aye, no point hiding it. I'll send the Ravens before we leave. They'll find out sooner or later. I want everyone at Winterfell to know that we're coming to take Winterfell from the Boltons. And I'll send word to the rest of the North. Everyone will know what is coming for the Boltons. Winter is coming."
"And The North remembers." The Liddle said solemnly.
"What's our plan then The Jon for the Bolton Fucks?" Wull asked eagerly.
Jon kept his grin, "Me and the Umbers are going to meet with the Free-Folk and march South through the Wolfswood to Winterfell. I want you and the Lords of the Mountains to sail south with Lady Mormont on our ships, you're to meet us at Tallhart's Square."
Alsyane looked at him curiously, "Why split our forces?"
Jon looked at her, smile more wolfish, "I want rid of the Squids. You can kill what's left of them along the Stony Shore, then at Tallhart's Square. We'll rid the Squids completely from the North before ending the Boltons. Finish what Theon the Hungry Wolf Started."
Alsyane smiled but Jon wasn't done.
"And take the Greyjoy Bitch with you. Have her tied to the Bow as well. She'll make a good sight for the Reavers."
The Northerners started to laugh at the thought, clanking their tankards together as they drank. Jon joined them with Val, giving the woman a savage smile. It was a good night, drinking to the deaths of Squids and Boltons. How long he'd waited to bathe in their blood. For their atrocities to the North. It was good to see their heads on spikes, and their bodies burnt, as far away from their Drowned God. The Boltons would be next. Jon looked forward to what he intended to do to the Bolton and his bastard. The thought made him smile more, as he downed his tankard of ale.Winterfell is mine Bastard, come and see.
Hope you all enjoyed it. An establishment of Jon's plans. He wants the North to know what's coming. Troop numbers will come soon, as will some descriptions of Jon from other people. I wanted the taking of the Motte to be a complete massacre and for the Iron Born to really feel the might of the North.