Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by sauronlord40 » Sat Jul 16, 2016 01:01

in reality the others would likely win
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by mitsosan » Mon Jul 18, 2016 10:23

Which reality of all?
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Lord Serry » Mon Aug 15, 2016 17:49

Every reality.
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Chapter XIV

PostPosted by mitsosan » Thu Jul 27, 2017 16:45

Chapter XIV: King against King

Theomore turned his back to the pile of corpses.
"Burn them."

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About one third of the initial force stood behind him; frozen, hungry and scared. General winter turned out to be a mightier foe than the Others, whose numbers were very small in these parts of the land beyond the Wall. Theomore and his Ironborn encountered less than a dozen groups of ghouls, few in number wandering around. Not a single sign of the white walker's leader was there. Most of the men realized that they were trapped in a frozen hell. Deserting was pointless as they had nowhere to go, and going on seemed the same.

Theomore on the other side was lost in his thoughts. When he had to talk, his men heard no more than a sentence or two coming out of his mouth. He could not find a reason for which his cousin betrayed him alongside with Thormor and disobeyed his orders, leaving him and his men alone in the edge of the world. It was not fear. They were asked to do the same thing they were doing for the past year. It was something else. Something more wicked than fear.

Urzen was leading the way, based on the visions he claimed to have seen. Every now and then he tried to talk to Theomore, in hope of bringing him round without success.

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Few miles south of Castle Black.


The first part of the plan was successful. Dale and Thormor had retaken both the Shadow Tower and Castle Black. Dale emerged victorious in the battle of Crow's Edge but with heavy casualties. The surviving forces of the Reach and Vale garrisoned Last Hearth.
A portion of the Stark army that was transferred to the North with the few ships lord Brandon could use met with Dale's host. The rest of Brandon's forces would more than a month to reach the North by foot. Dale could not risk waiting for so long. It was time to strike; Strike the undead with all the force they could muster, now that their host was encircled as Dale and the Stark host was marching towards them from southwest, Jon Smalljon with the Reach and Vale from southeast and Tormor guarding the Wall and Castle Black from the North.


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Scouts estimated that the enemy's army was much bigger in numbers, closing 70.000 "men". Dale's host was around 8.000 men, the same amount of men Thormor commanded from the North. The Starks managed to send 4.000 men with their ships and Smalljon left Last Hearth to join the battle followed by 7.000 men more or less, reachmen and valemen included. Dale knew that most of the enemy's army was made of ghouls who could be killed by ordinary steel. White Walkers on the other side could not be harmed by the same swords. Dragonglass was needed to kill them, and about a thousand mend held weapons made of that precious material, at best. They held null chances, but he was sure that this tactical situation was the best he could hope for. Leaving the army of the dead to march south would only help them grow bigger by the corpses of the people they would slay.

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It was a night just like any other of the last year. Freezing. But as the phalanx closed, the atmosphere stated to change. Both the snow and the wind stopped. Despite this though the temperature kept falling and falling. Dale was familiar with this unnatural cold. It gave away the presence of White Walkers.
Dale's host arrived last on the battlefield as they were all foot soldiers.

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He could see on the other side Smalljon with his many-flagged host, waiting for the signal to attack.

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But the enemy was not waiting for them to attack. Hordes of ghouls charged at the northern front where Thormor Ironmaker had deployed his forces. The rattling sound of the ghouls met the warcry of the Ironborn.

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Thormor's men defended their ground valiantly, as they repelled one wave after another.

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Dale turned to his lieutenant.

"Blow the horn. It is time we take our place in the books of history. If any of us survives to write them"

Dale Greyjoy's and the Smalljon's host charged too at the mass of the undead. None of the men who unsheathed their weapons that moment had any hope of leaving this battlefield alive. They were running to their deaths, close to being unarmed. But it was the best the could do, to die fighting the doom. For most that was their last chance of dying in another way than starving or freezing to death.
Countless were the stories and songs written for this day. But no matter the talent nor the passion the artists had, the men who fought in that battle knew that the songs and stories were very far from the reality of that battle. There was no bravery nor valor in the hearts of the soldiers, just fear and despair bathed in rivers of blood and piles of bones.

On the other side of the Wall things were quiet. Theomore and his men were still walking deep in the frozen forests. The only sound other than the howl of the cold winds was that of boots stepping on snow. Theomore and his Drowned Man Urzen were leading the Ironmen, all with their weapons drawn as Urzen was constantly murmuring "They are close... They are close".
Theomore was homesick for the first time in months now. He thought of his home, Lonely Light and his Castle. He remembered the last time he felt warm inside his castle walls, when the sun was still on the sky. Back there he was a king, and soon to be a great one. Here, on the frozen wastes he was nothing more than a servant of the Drowned God, destined to fulfill His wishes. He didn't feel like a King anymore. How can someone call himself a King when there are only a few hundred men remaining to rule? When even your most trusted servants refuse to obey you? Not really that those few hundred men left were obeying orders by choice. Deserting now would equal certain death. Images of the beautiful sunset from Lonely Light filled his thoughts, together with his childhood dreams of sailing around the world, just like the great Ironborn Captains who reaved across the Narrow Sea for plunder and fame; just like his father when he left for the Great Reave and left him behind on his place.
His thoughts though were interrupted by a frozen spear that passed near his head.
With his axes in hand, he looked for the enemy in the darkness.

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Come out you demons! COME AND MEET YOUR END!
There was no answer from the darkness. Only shadows moving fast. A second spear landed in front of his feet and Theomore tried to pull it in order to throw it back though the moment his arm touched it he felt a piercing pain through his body that shocked him. Urzen started whispering a prayer to the Drowned God. The men gathered up, back to back, as they too could not see a exactly where the enemy was. Some of them were shaking from the cold, other from fear.
Show yourselves you bastards! Theomore screamed once again.

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There he was, the Night King. His crown seemed to be an extension of his skull and his armor black as death himself. He was taller than the rest of the Others who came out of the shadow with him, and the only one approaching. He jumped over a huge fallen log effortlessly, and in Theomore's eyes he looked like he was floating on the air. In mid-air he raised his hand and another spear was created out of thin air. He released the spear just as he touched the ground, and the spear landed in Urzen's chest.

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He stood a few meters away from Theomore and raised his hand, pointing him. Around him a vile aura could be seen and felt; The trees and bushes were slowly bending and shrinking just the way your lungs shrink inside during the heavy frost. Urzen's lifeless body stood between the two of them, slowly painting with blood the snow around it.

Fair enough Theomore answered. I will fight you, King to King.
The Night King released a cry that rattled the frozen leaves of the trees around him and drew his enormous greatsword, which was also made of ice. Theomore removed his helm, his fur cape and heavy armor, throwing them at the ground behind him. He knew that his armor was of no use against his enemy. At the same time, his foe grabbed his sword with both hands, one at the grip and the other at the blade, placed it horizontally, and released another cry, which set his blade aflame with a fire of pale white color.

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The Others that Theomore fought in the past were faster than an ordinary man, but this one was way faster than the rest of them. His blow found him on his left shoulder, and cut his skin like a hot knife cuts butter. Theomore did not look upon his wound, as he did not want to take his eyes off his foe. He quickly realized that the smallest mistake could not be afforded in this battle.

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The Walker took turns between slow steps and instant charges on Theomore, which he could understand that these were attacks to test his defence. Theomore parried and evaded, but could not counter, as his foe quickly retreated at a safe distance after each hit. After a few strikes, Theomore's breath became heavier.
I am doomed at this rate. That was a bad moment to stand and think.

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As he rolled right, he had to release the axe from his left grip. The Night King then grabbed it from the ground and threw it back at him.

"What is this? Mercy? You think you are better than me you demon? YOU FOOL! You shall not expect mercy nor pity from the Drowned God!
His veins were ready to explode from the rage.

He gathered whatever courage and strength remained in him and charged at the Night King, whose lips formed a crooked smile. His left axe came down vertically, getting parried, while his right, Stormcaller was swung horizontally from the right.

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After a couple of fierce blows, Stormcaller landed on the chest, pierced it and penetrated at the place where a man's heart exists. It didn't penetrate deep, but enough.The Night King though did not vanish into dust, as the other White Walkers before him who were struck by Stormcaller. The Other fell down, letting out a shriek of pain that caused heavy pain on the ironborn's ears. Theomore quickly stoke a blow on his fallen enemy's arms, cutting his hand from his body. The Ironborn charged on the rest of the Walkers, with warcries of victory, chanting Theomore's name. The Night King was still alive, and after Theomore caught his breath, called for two men and a chain. He wrapped his foe with the heavy chains, and dragged him away while the rest of the Ironborn fought the retreating White Walkers.


Back on the other side of the Wall, the battle was still going on.

Thormor Ironmaker was giving his last battle next to Dale Greyjoy. Both bathed in their brother's-in-arms blood and their own sweat. At some point Thormor grabbed Dale by the arm.
"What are they doing Daleq?"
"It seems like they are retreating"
"You wanna play games now, you filths?" Thormor yell at a wight while crushing its skull.
"Something's happening. Do not chase them! Stand your Ground!"
Willas Tyrel came riding from the right flank, also bathed in blood, with most of his decorating his armor being torn apart.
"There's no point anymore on shouting orders, Greyjoy. It ends now. They are gathering back for their last assault. It ends here."
Dale fell down on his knees. He knew that the Tyrel was right. He knew it from the start.
"DAMN YOU THEOMORE! DAMN YOU! Damn you for we are dying, and damn you for we are dying as traitors!"
"Stop crying like a little bitch boy!" Thormor yelled as he slapped him in the face.
"Stand up and die with dignity"

Back at Bay of Ice, Frozen Shores.

"You are not mine to kill. You belong to the Drowned God. His is the victory against darkness, against the minions of the Thunder God, and the Thunder God himself. That's why I cannot grant you no mercy nor pity.
What Is Dead May Never Die."

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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by JDSweet » Wed Aug 02, 2017 02:57

Holy tits and wine! I'm gonna do some reading tonight! I legimititely thought this was dead, the last posts having been over a year ago. Which begs the question... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN lol?
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by mitsosan » Thu Aug 03, 2017 11:14

JDSweet wrote:Holy tits and wine! I'm gonna do some reading tonight! I legimititely thought this was dead, the last posts having been over a year ago. Which begs the question... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN lol?


Hahahah. Long time no see eh?
I will finish this, for sure. Im working 12 hours per day though and still trying to get my masters, so this is gonna be a long one. But the Bloodshores playthrough has a long story to tell now that Theomore is a damn legend
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Ahenobarbus » Mon Aug 07, 2017 14:47

Bon petit AAR ^^
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