Game of Thrones: A Feast for Crows [IC/Concluded]

[Eraus]

Axel Blacken, Lord of the North, Captain the Shield Scorchers Purple Maniple "Dark Swords",
Lord "in Exile" of Blacken Castle

Axel couldn't help but smile "I'll tell the Purple Maniple and the Swords" he said as he began to head out of to the hall when he spotted a member of the Purple maniple in the throne room and went over to the man "I've got an assignment for you. You are to find and Inform Lady Forrester that she to prepare to head home after you tell her go to my wife and inform her aswell. Actually you should have them meet, they might know of each other" He said as the man nodded and walked away.

"That was easy, Now I've got to tell the Swords and the Maniple we'll soon march north." He said as he went out to the hall. Now to find one of my Sergeants he said as he walked around the red keep after minutes of walking around in the stone halls he finally found a Edwyn Snow "Snow, Tell the men to Prepare to march north. I'm to go to the north in an attempt to Parlay with Lord Stannis and Jon Snow." He said "Get Tip to go to the Hardfought Blacksmiths "I've got a Helmet waiting for me." Edwyn smiled

"The Dark Wolf one? It will look amazing along with your Black Armor than you will truly be Axel Dark Wolf Blacken" Edwyn said as he started to walk away. Axel was proud of how far he had come from being just a Sell-sword to know soon to be lord of the north at least if it all worked out in his favor.

[Danceria]

Ser Derron "Rosethorn" Dargood, Hedge Knight

Iron was sharpened to a tip, and a head was laid low. None of this felt right to the knight, who felt akin to a traitor who shirked his duties.

Even after he explained his reasons to Garlan, and who had given him consent, he still felt odd. These Essosi and sellswords who came with the Dragon Queen were no different than Aegon, yet he had not yet had the pleasure of meeting Her Grace. Truth be told, he had just about enough of this tale of kings and thrones. There was no honor in war.

There were friends however, stubborn and half-mad friends, aye, but friends nonetheless. In a time when many fall, and the Stranger fails to live up to his name as Death makes merry with the corpses in battlefields, friends are a rare resource to be cherished. Since that time, he has laid low, sharpening the swords and fetching armor to the Purple Maniple, formerly the Dark Swords. He even heard that Blacken got married to Sansa Stark, of which he smiled. The bastard Bolton would be tasting his own medicine soon.

He would have no idea how right he was until Edwyn, a Lieutenant, searching for his helm. The man learned of the Swords and Maniple's plan to march north, under the cause of House Forrester. This came to the Rosethorn as a pleasant surprise, that his hopes that the Flayed Man would fly no more over Winterfell. While no Northman, he knew how dishonorable those bastards were were.

After presenting the helm, he asked that the Lieutenant pass a message to his master, that the "Rose is Planting New Roots". It was time for him to reveal himself, and see if Axel still considered him a friend. "Now, I'll to Lady Forrester, an' send 'er to the throne room." Derron insisted with a smile. "I'll be there in a jiffy, no worries."

There was a notable chill in the air, as he passed through the halls decorated with shields. Shields denoting who rose against who, painted and ornate, covered in sweet smelling ice-

Wait...

Turning to face the mysterious shield, he realized it was covered in a small layer of frost, and producing coldness, but a sweet odor. He would reach towards it, but in a blink it would be gone. Needless to say, the knight was puzzled.

Shaking it off, he proceeded to Lady Forrester's chambers, and made a note to speak with a Septon or a Maester or someone...he'd been alone a bit too long...

[Eraus]

Axel Blacken, Lord of the North, Captain the Shield Scorchers Purple Maniple "Dark Swords",
Lord "in Exile" of Blacken Castle

Axel had decided to wait in the throne room for Edwyn to return with his helm and the girls. He saw his fellow northerner with only Sansa in tow. "Where's the Forrester?" Axel asked

"I sent that Servant to get her. The one who sharpens our swords." Axel looked at Edwyn disappointed

" Next time maybe make it less of a lowly servant and more of one of those more classy ones" He said " They ought to be here soon" Axel took the newly forged Wolf's Head Helm. It was made to look like his armor which was Black with Red underclothing. Axel couldn't wait to wear his new helm into battle or when he was marching back north and into Winterfell.

Adam Blacken, Lord of Blacken Castle, Head of House Blacken

Adam went into Jon Snow's tent "Lord Snow, How long before we take back the castle?" He said knowing he was an inpatient person. The Blacken Army had also been waiting to finally march into battle and recapture the north.

[Republic of South Vantaria]

Ser Andrey Dalt
Heir to the Lemonwood

Storm's End, the Stormlands

Finally the men were inside, having divided into four groups. Twenty followed Ser Andrey, making for the gates of the city closest to Aegon's host. Twenty went with Andrey's sarjeant, Madrian Holmer, and their job was to neutralize any soldiers around the central keep that decided to be curious. Twenty more followed Ser Jorgan's sarjeant, Sey Govonne, and they were to stay on the walls, and clean them of sentries.
Finally, twenty went with Ser Jorgan Wyl himself. Their job was to create some sort of distraction near the center of the citadel, so then Andrey's men would be able to open the gates unchallenged.
They all moved as silent as ghosts, knowing any noise might cost them their life. The heir to the Lemonwood led, short dirk in hand. He could see, far away, the huge oaken pillars of Storm's End's gates, and the iron portcullis. Only one problem was in his way: a shed, the sigil of Baratheon overhead, was to the side of the road, guarding the exit. From what he heard, Ser Andrey guessed there were more men in the house than he had himself. And then he was spotted.
"Oi, who's there? Answer in the name of the one true king, Stannis Baratheon!"
Andrey sheathed his dirk, and hid it under a long purple cloak which covered the whole of his body. The only visible part was the face. "Good man, Seven Blessings to you! I am lost, to say the truth. I came hither days past, as a merchant, and-"
"A merchant? O' what?" Another guardsman came out and asked.
Andrey smiled, and chuckled. He came closer to the Baratheon men, who by then looked puzzled and reached for their blades. But Andrey was too fast. He took out his wicked kirk and slit one man's throat, saying: "I am a merchant. I trade in deaths!"
The other soldier came at him, but a crossbow bolt from another Dornishman caught him in the chest, sending him down with a groan.
All of Andrey's men charged out towards the house, breaking in. The enemies inside were mostly asleep, and a couple were playing cards in a corner. They all went down easily, and none managed sounding the alarm.
And now, all Ser Andrey Dalt could do was wait for the men of Wyl to create the distraction. Then, Storm's End would finally fall to Aegon.

[The Independent Hazerls]

Lord Garlan Tyrell "The Gallant", Lord of Brightwater Keep
Casterly Rock, the Westerlands

Garlan's cavalry was ever closer to the core of the castle. He could hear the screams of noblemen and ladies as they were captured by his knights, and with every passing minute the Lannister forces retreated a bit more. He knew that all he had to do was keep pushing, and soon enough the enemy would have to surrender.
Garlan had found a new horse, in the colors of House Roxton. Horse again, he could fight even more savagely, cutting left and right, spreading death and sorrow.
"Push them back! Break them, men. Break them!" he shouted, but his words were silenced by a loud battle-cry from the somewhere behind him.
"We light the way! sounded thousands of voices, and the army of the Hightower, the Brightsmile at their front, joined in.
Many Lions lost heart, dropped their weapons and run. Still, the household guards of the Rock had sworn vows to die for their masters, and they would not stop until death took them. Furthermore, those soldiers were the hardest to kill, being highly trained and deadly themselves.
Three of these; all large, burly figures, encircled Garlan and his steed. Before the Tyrell lordling could do anything, one of them snarled "Traitorous dog" and went his way with a large spear. The horse reared, terrified, throwing the Gallant off its back. From the ground Garlan found himself at a great disadvantage, and the arrival of Baelor Hightower himself saved him. Leyton's heir cut two Lannisters down, using the element of surprise, and started dueling with the third. That gave Garlan enough time to get up again, and cut down the third.
"Brightsmile," he said, "you saved my life."
The young man simply smiled, and replied: "You'd have done the same for me, brother."
Then the whole army of the Reach pushed on. Finally they reached the hall of the large keep, and more and more of the defenders realized the futility of keeping on fighting. More and more stopped, begging for mercy.
We've won... surely, Garlan told himself. But why wasn't the castellan surrendering?
"Whoever is in command of this holdfast, surrender!" He screamed. "You have lost, and if you stop now no ill will come to your people, or to you. Come out and bend your knee, as Aegon is ruler."