A trip to the crypts

by Sidious7777

Jon Snow was betrayed by his brothers for daring to answer the Boltons' pink letter. In death he takes a trip to the crypts, the nightmare that plagued him in life. This story was removed, OA is Blackwolf2019

32. Chapter 32

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Chapter 32: Extinction

Hope you all enjoy! Sorry it was a bit later than usual, had an exam but it is done, finished ma bachelor's degree!

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Asha

The winds are a little warmer.Asha noted as her ship sailed in view of Pyke. The winds and the waters had been getting a little warmer the past few months now. If only by the smallest amounts. It was still fucking cold on the seas and any fool that fell in them was still likely to freeze as he met the Drowned God. But a little less bite to the winds and waves meant that winter was soon to be over and the Citadel would soon send their ravens to announce Spring. Asha wasn't sure the cold would ever leave her body though.It's been fifteen years of this fucking cold. Not even dragon fire will warm me up.Asha thought angrily as her crew began to dock. Pyke looked no different than when she'd last seen it. Poorly maintained, walls crumbling and unrepaired since before the Greyjoy rebellion and tattered banners of House Greyjoy. A pale shadow in comparison to their ships when they weren't depleted.

"Still a dour shit hole." Asha muttered under her breath as she disembarked onto the dock, off to meet the other Iron Born that had been called to make preparations for the fleet against the North in Spring.

This was the first time Asha had been on Pyke since having to go and give support for her Brutish Uncle Victarion Greyjoy; the new Lord Reaper and Master of Ships. Asha could still remember the smug look on his face as he sat on the sea stone chair with Euron Greyjoy's Valyrian armour adorning him, the Silence in his dock and the dragons in King's Landing if any Lords or captains didn't like him. Not there were many sadly. It made her glad that she didn't have to stay on Pyke through the winter; instead living at the Ten Towers with her Uncle Harlaw and then becoming the Lady Harlaw after his death. She had been glad his offer still stood after refusing it before the Kings moot. It gave Asha ships and a richer island in the kingdom away from the Lord Reaper.Though I've still had to follow his orders.The Lord Reaper had been given leave to Reave as many Northern ships as the Iron Born liked throughout the winter on both the Western and Eastern Coasts. All as a way to keep any food from coming into the North.

A damned fool's errand that had been as well.Asha thought smugly as she made her way into the castle and through the corridors. The prospect of reaving had pleased the Iron Born; they could take by the Iron Price and live by the Old Way. But Asha knew better than to reave the North. She could still feel ropes and chains that had bound her to her own ship in the freezing cold. She could still see those wolfish eyes at Deepwood Motte. That had been enough to hold back what captains would listen to her from the Ten Towers in joining the other Iron Born. Those captains had grumbled at first thinking that another Reader had become their Lady. But that gradually stopped over the years when more and more captains returned missing more than half their crews from a raid on the West Coast of the North; notorious for being without a proper defence. They spoke of giants walking into the sea and dragging ships onto the ground. Of Iron Born heads being put on spikes along the coast and wolves dragging gutted corpses to the highest hills and mountains as far from the sea as possible. And the ones that had sailed all the way to the East coast rarely come back. Especially after Victarion attacking a convoy from Braavos. Asha hadn't heard of any successful attacks on the East Coast after that.

"I haven't been here since the King's Moot." Sigfry Stone Tree cheerily pointed out as he looked at the dour corridors.

"I could have stayed from these halls a lot longer." Asha replied, still annoyed to be in these halls.

"There was a time you wanted to sit on the throne here." Sigfry replied with a wry smile.

"And that was a time when we might have had a chance to do better for ourselves. No reaving and getting nothing in return. Victarion's stuck to my dead father's plans and doomed us for it." Asha shot back.

The Northmen will come one day floated in her head as she said the words. Sigfry didn't notice the bit of fear that was in her eyes, smiling cheerfully instead.

"I guess that's true. We're still a poor lot. Reaving for Pine cones and snow hasn't made these halls wealthy." Sigfry replied wryly.

That brought a smile to her lips as her bannerman chuckled at his own words.He hasn't even taken Pine Cones by the Iron price.Asha thought smugly as they entered the throne room. Her dullard of an Uncle was standing over a table, dressed in full armour, axe and dirk with his kraken helmet left on the sea stone chair as he looked at a map. There were other Lords and Captains surrounding the table as well. Victarion looked up at her and scowled.

"About fucking time woman." Victarion spat as Asha took a place around the table, her captains in tow.

Asha scowled at her Uncle. "I was told to bring all my ships and that takes time. I did better than others. I don't see Lord Blacktyde or Drumm here yet."

Victarion grunted at her before looking at everyone else. "The Dragon Queen has started to prepare her fleets from the Greenlanders for when Spring comes. We're to do the same and show them what true sailors look like when we invade the North's shores and rivers."

Asha looked around to see worry on few faces.Support from dragons makes them brave.

"I take it we're hitting the western coast." Lord Botley said.

"Aye but deeper. We're going to hit everything on the West with the full fleet instead of just their coastal villages. I want Barrow town looted of everything and Deepwood Motte burnt to the ground. Make chaos for the Northerners before the Greenlanders get there. Split up whatever's left of them from winter trying to drive us off."

"Are we ferrying the Greenlanders in Reaper?" Lord Tawney asked.

Victarion nodded, "Aye, we're going to ferry some in and take Moat Cailin again from behind and open the North up for the South. We'll also be sending some up to Torrhen's Square. We're going to burn it to the ground and take every village surrounding it to the sword."

"We do not sow." Some of the captains said happily.Fucking idiots.

"The Northmen won't fall for the same trick twice at Moat Cailin. The wolves will have it well guarded after what you did." Asha warned.

"And they have taken ships from us in the War of the Five Kings and every time we've went raiding since." One of her captains added.

Victarion laughed. "You think I haven't judged what the wolves can do! That bastard is a menace but a one weakened by winter. He'll have his forces further inland than out in the barren bogs where there's no food or on the seas where they have no skill."

You haven't seen them fight in their lands Greyjoy. They breathe the cold like we breathe the sea.

'And more importantly I have control over not just the Iron Fleet but the pathetic Greenlander one as well. Once their sails come North in Spring it will be a larger fleet than both of my brothers!"

Asha knew better as the Iron Born started shouting in agreement. He was right that the fleet would be larger with Greenlander ships as well. But the Iron Fleet hadn't recovered as much since the wolves and Northmen. And over the years they had lost ships even if they were given wood from the South to replace them. The Iron Fleet was something close to sixty ships. And the ships of the individual lords had gradually depleted from the numerous wars since the Greyjoy Rebellion. From one hundred ships per island it was closer to forty with the amount of men they could field.And more will get destroyed for fucking Pine Cones.Asha thought as she thought of the two hundred ships docked at Pyke.

"My ships will head for Flint's Fingers if you wish Lord Reaper." Asha offered.I can sail back once the rest of the fleet fucks off inland and dies."

Victarion looked at her darkly. "You were around your craven uncle too much before he died. Only ten of your ships will accompany you for that. The rest will join me and show you how true Iron Born fight."

Asha nodded as the droning on of Iron Born went on. She wasn't happy with this at all. It would not end well, even with dragons. More men would meet the drowned God than live to take meagre spoils from the North.If the wolves allow us to drown in the sea.

It hadn't taken long for things to go South at Pyke; starting with the burning of their fleet. Asha had been woken in the dead of night to witness from her chambers the docks of Pyke and every longboat and war galley aflame from burning ships that had sailed in too quickly to be stopped. The Iron Born had all turned silent when they realised that truth as their ships burnt; trapping them on Pyke. It was a horrifying sight for an Iron Born to see the very thing that gave them strength burn away into nothing. Even the silence had burnt to Victarion's rage; almost as powerful as the flames that dominated the night. Asha felt the same sense of dread from all those years ago attached to the prow of her ship.

Then the ravens started to flutter into Pyke. Ravens from Blacktyde, Old Wyk, Orkmont, Great Wyk, Saltcliffe and even Harlaw. All of them came with letters drenched in Iron Born blood.The wolves are coming.It told everyone on Pyke that there would be no help from their islands that they had sailed from for they had been taken by the sword. It told them that House Drumm and House Blacktyde would not join them for they had died by the wolves before getting the chance. It told them that the Iron Born would be alone on Pyke to fight the wolves. Victarion had sent ravens south of course as a call for aid to get the dragons. But even the ravens had turned against them, flying North instead of South.

Even the birds are afraid of the wolves.Asha thought angrily as she helped make preparations in Pyke which was clearly lacking in comparison to that of the wolves. It was clear to Asha that the wolves had been watching and planning this for some time to invade the Iron Islands. It wouldn't be possible to burn their ships and massacre their islands without knowing when and where everyone was. The wolves had planned and spied on them with every one of the Iron Born unaware of it.And now I'm having to take orders from Victarion on how to prepare for a fucking siege.Asha's advice on how to prepare had been repeatedly ignored despite being the only one that had survived a siege of the Northmen, even if it hadn't been much of a siege and more a quick assault. Only her captains from Harlaw listened to her, the rest listening to her uncle; The man that was neither besieged at Pyke or Moat Cailin.He fucked off both times before he had to be under one.Asha thought bitterly as she looked around Pyke's defences. Too many of them were out on the crumbling walls, not enough men in the castle could use a fucking bow and not enough food to last in a siege amongst a people that would squabble and kill each other as soon as the drink went.

"They've been spotted coming from the west!" One captain shouted behind her.

A few Iron Born shouted back at the captain. "How many?"

"Looks like fifteen thousand of them!"

Asha felt a sense of dread tingle down her spine again at the words. The wolves were here.

"We're fucked, aren't we?" Sigfrey asked as they boarded up a window.

Asha nodded grimly. "We'll put up a good fight but we're fucked."

"But you don't think it will be a long one." Sigfrey stated bluntly.

Asha nodded. "It will be quick. If we're lucky I'll live to see uncle get ripped out of that Valyrian armour by the wolves. I'll die happy seeing that."

Sigfrey laughed darkly, still holding the cheer in his voice. "Well, we wouldn't be Iron Born if we didn't want to see some of our own die brutally! You may wind up the first Lady Reaper for all of two minutes when they come."

Asha didn't get to respond to that as guttural howls filled the air.I haven't heard that since the Motte.Asha thought with a hint of fear as she moved to a vantage point to look at them. Asha could see thousands of Northerners below as the wolves marched ever closer, howls and skirling of pipes getting louder and louder as they approached. They'd already got through the first walls, Iron Born already dead on the ground before they could fire. Some of the banners raised above the army before her from when they had attacked her at the Motte.Umber, Mormont, Flint and Wull.There were also Banners of Glovers, Tallharts and Flints of the Fingers here in vengeance for what had been done in the War of the Five Kings. And above them all at the front was a single banner of a snarling Direwolf running a field.Here for vengeance for my brother taking Winterfell.

"We best get down to the hall. Your Uncle's put Tawney in charge of the archers." Sigfrey said as Asha tried to see where the King in the North and his wolf were below their banner.Where are those red eyes and wild eyes?

Asha nodded wordlessly as they made their way to the hall; Iron Born banging their axes and chanting with Victarion as he shouted.

"WE'RE GOING TO FUCK THESE GREENLANDERS AND THROW THEM INTO THE SEA!"

"FUCK THE GREENLANDERS!" The Iron Born roared back.

"WE'RE GOING TO TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THEM BY THE IRON PRICE AND HAVE THEIR WOMEN AS SALT WIVES!"

Bullshit, I settle for killing some with my dirk before and not dying by wolf.

"WE DO NOT SOW!" The thousands of Iron Born shouted as the gates opened for a charge.

Asha charged with them into the cold air as their axes raised in the air. It was a stupid attack rushing an army with no cavalry and a lack of archers behind them when they could have tried to make a proper defence. Asha looked up as she ran to see that the archers from Pyke weren't doing any damage, arrows either missing their mark or archers being shot down onto the ground. It would only be their steel on the ground it seemed as they charged forward. Before her Asha could see that the Iron Born had met the wolves, clashing their axes into Northern shields. The Iron Born's chants of taking by the Iron price were quickly replaced with screams as Northern axes and swords pushed forward; cutting down her people with no mercy. Asha could hear thousands of angry snarls as Iron Born forces were being cut down like they were nothing; the stark banner pushing further forward.

Victarion's foolhardy charge quickly turned into a defeat as she watched Botley and a few Ironmakers get savaged by a tall Northman with thick red hair and a giant bead, and a young Umber bigger than anyone else with a Great sword. One of the Iron Born at the front started to run, being followed by a Mormont woman that jammed her mace halfway through his side.

"GET BACK!" Asha ordered as she started to run backwards, throwing a dirk into a Northman's arm.

The Iron Born started to run with her back towards the gates of Pyke, wolves behind them as they chanted and howled.

"THE NORTH REMEMBERS!"

"VENGEANCE FOR WINTERFELL!

"VENGEANCE FOR DEEPWOOD MOTTE!"

"VENGEANCE FOR TORRHEN'S SQUARE!"

"VENEGANCE FOR MOAT CAILIN!"

All were places of the North that the Iron Born had raided; their chants getting louder and louder as they ran behind them. Asha looked back to see more of her forces being dragged down into the ground by Northerners. It was turning into a massacre as Asha made it through the doors. Victarion was shouting orders for them to close them as fast as possible. The Direwolves didn't let them as two ran in, tearing the Iron Born at the doors. limb from limb. Asha looked in horror at the two. One had the same colouring as the King in the North's, thick white fur covered in Iron Born blood and haunting red eyes with an uncontained savageness. She could only tell that the wolf wasn't the King's due to its size, only that of a small pony. It wasn't fully grown to the size of a large horse like its packmate with black fur and savage yellow eyes. Some Iron Born tried to attack the two large wolves, ending with their heads falling to the ground and blood spurting on the wolves' snouts. The two wolves started to snarl loudly as Northmen flooded in to kill them all.

"Greenlander bastards!"

Victarion roared as he ran at the large Direwolf, axe aiming for the head of the giant wolf. The wolf didn't even need to move as the axe met Valyrian steel and a snarl as vicious as the wolves before them. Asha recognised the sword an instant. The sword was the same bastard and a half with a that had cut through Qarl's arm like it was butter at the Motte; only wielded by a different wolf. This one was younger with reddish brown hair, broader build and blue grey eyes. But the long face was there and the savagery was in his eyes. It was a stark, shouting with a loud guttural Northern accent.

"SQUID!"

The stark slammed his shield into Victarion's Kraken helmet as he pushed the axe back onto her uncle with his sword. Victarion looked angry as the two fought. The large Direwolf darted into the chaos, savaging more corpses alongside its packmate whilst the Stark engaged Victarion. He was attacking her uncle as violently and as brutally as the wolves, dismembering and gutting any Iron Born that tried to defend the reaper as they engaged in combat. Asha turned her attention back to the fight that was before her as thousands of Northerners overwhelmed them, disembowelling her people with fury. Asha did her best, cutting down some Northmen before the woman in Mormont colours and bear furs arrived with a blood drenched mace in her hand. She looked similar to the one that had been at the Motte with brown hair, brown eyes, and big teats. This one's eyes were fiercer and had a much sterner expression as she raised her mace with her powerful arms to fight her.

"Here I Stand Squid and Here you fall!" The Mormont screamed above the sounds of everyone else.

Asha's axe just met the bear islander as the two started to fight. Both were quick as their weapons clashed with each other within the chaos, Iron Born numbers becoming less and less within the halls as more Northmen flooded in. The bear islander attacked her relentlessly as the two clashed with their axes. Asha could feel herself as she tried to break the woman's defence. The two were roughly the same size but the Mormont was clearly the stronger than her as the mace wore her down more and more as Asha got pushed into a corner. Asha deflected another furious blow from the Mace as three of her crew tried to stab her from behind. Her crew's attempt was answered with the White Wolf's snarls and a growling young man with Stark grey eyes.

"AUNT LYANNA!"

Mormont ducked an axe and pushed forward as the white wolf and Stark tore through her crew. The Mormont grinned without even looking at the sight behind her and smashed her mace through her axe and then slamming the mace into her side repeatedly until she decided to smash the mace into her legs. Asha fell to the ground with blood spurting out of her mouth as the Mormont took another swing at her side, breaking more ribs. Looking around with blackening eyes, Asha could see not an Iron Born standing as the thousands of Northmen watched Victarion and the wild Stark fight.

The Stark was blood drenched and covered in gore but didn't seem fazed at all as he snarled almost loud as the Direwolves. Victarion was fighting furiously against the Stark, trying to get through the wolf's shield and sword to no avail. The Stark was getting blows in every time he struck but the Valyrian plate armour that adorned Victarion's torso was preventing him from getting through. Asha watched the fight intensely as her wounds slowly killed her. The two weren't letting up… not until the Stark lowered his shield. Victarion started to angrily attack at the new opening as he pushed forward but the Stark simply ducked and dodged before the axe could make its way into the opening. The Stark from a lower position slashed his sword through Victarion's leg braces; sending her uncle to the floor as Blood spurted out of his lost leg. The Northmen started chanting.

"The Hungry Wolf Reborn!"

"Squid Slayer!"

"The Wild Wolf!"

The Stark grinned savagely as he slashed the other leg off as her uncle screamed. More blood covered the Stark as he thrust the sword through the small gap between the Kraken helmet and plate armour. The wolves howled and the Northmen started to chant.

"The Rickon!"

"The Rickon!"

"The Rickon!"

The chants were all that Asha heard before the Mormont realised that she was still alive, slamming her mace into Asha's skull.

Hope everyone enjoyed! As you can see Winter has been fir 15 years and Rickon's killing squids. You'll find out more information as we go about the time in between. As you can see the squids have been reaving and have been preparing fir war.

Tyrion is next.

If anyone has any questions feel free tae ask