Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

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Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by mitsosan » Thu Jan 08, 2015 23:14

Intro:

This is my first try for an AAR, I wanted for a lot of time now to make one. In my game Ill start as a minor House in the Iron Islands during the second coronation of Balon IX Greyjoy, in the War of the five kings scenario. I love playing with the ironborn due to the ability to reave, and the fact that strategic marriage and stuff doesn't get you far in the Iron Isles. Also the tradition of the kingsmoot (elective succession) makes the game more interesting.

I've made my own house, House Bloodshore, Lords of Lonely Light. After playing some games as an Ironborn I have noticed that later on the game the Greyjoys seem to disregard the Old Way in order to keep their power; Sometimes they change the kingsmoot to a different succession law etc. I am going to make my house a dynasty of ambitious fierce reavers who respect the Old Way, and try to preserve them even if the Greyjoys try to change them. I am going to use screenshots of my game, narrate it, and try to make it as enjoyable for you guys as possible.

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    Table of Contents

Prologue: A New Lord In Lonely Light
Chapter I: The Iron King's War
Chapter II: A Sudden Peace
Chapter III: The Reaving Years
Chapter IV: The Reaving Years Pt. 2
Chapter V: Under The Cover of Books
Chapter VI: Dark Times
Chapter VII: Against the Endless Night
Chapter VIII: The Last Days
Interlude: Interlude
Chapter IX: Friends and Foes
Chapter X: The Drowned God's Chosen
Chapter XI:Kings, Captains, Priests and Commanders
Chapter XII:The Fall of Castle Black
Chapter XIII: Backstabs
Chapter XIV: King against King

My character is Gromm of House Bloodshore, founder of his house.

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[*]English is not my native language so dont be harsh on me for my grammar and stuff.
[*][*]Im open open for criticism and suggestions both on my use of the english language and my story.
[*][*][*] I feast on your comments, they only make me stronger and keep writing :)
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Prologue

PostPosted by mitsosan » Fri Jan 09, 2015 01:49

Prologue: A new Lord in Lonely Light

Eight days have passed since The Howl set sail from Great Wyk and our eyes saw land for the first time: It's Lonely Light, the island which lies near at end of the world, the Sunset Sea. Seat of House Farwynd. Well, former seat of house Farwynd. From the second the Howl and the part of the Iron Fleet that Lord Balon granted me reach the tiny port of the island, Lonely Light is going to be the Seat of House Bloodshore.
Lord Balon sent raven to Lord Gylbert about ten days ago informing him that his titles are revoked from now on. My job was to ensure that he is going leave his castle without any trouble. Didn't know why yet, as i wasn't allowed to enter the room lord Balon Greyjoy had the meeting with Gorold Goodbrother and Sigfryd Harlaw announcing them his decision -although it didn't take much time for the reason to be revealed to me. Just before i set sail for my short journey lord Balon came to me.
"-You are a true Ironborn Gromm, you've served me right for years now. I have one last thing to ask from you."
"-Last? What do you mean Lord Balon?"
"-Silence Gromm, and Listen to me carefully. At lonely light you will not only escort lord Gylbert and his sons out of the castle. You will also replace them."
"-What do you mean my lord?"
"-What happened to your ears Gromm? do you want me to repeat myself?"
"-Why me my lord?"
"You have payed the Iron Price. Everyone knows that. That island is yours to take. The Farwynds dont deserve it anymore. Gorold and Sigfryd agree that this is how things should be. You will get a present from Lord Gorold. You will marry one of his daughters, but he is going to choose which one. He is glad that he is getting rid of another one child to a trustworthy lad. Now before you start asking questions and hassle my head, I tell you that: Your job now is to do what you've been told, you will learn the rest in time. We will meet in Pyke soon, ill send you a Raven.
"As you command my Lord. But just one thing, what did you want to ask me to do?"
"Aah yes. Rule. Rule that shithole of a castle and keep following the Old Ways."

Before i even reach the isolated island, a raven came with a letter bearing the gold-banded black warhorn of the Goodbrothers.
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With many questions unanswered in my head i set foot on Lonely Light.
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"What am I going to do now?" "How's even a Castle and an island is ruled?" "How the Goodbrother girl is going to look like?"
All those years 'till my 35th nameday I was a reaver, a warrior, not a Lord. But now I had to do that too, I was ordered to. The Farwynds didn't resist anything. They were already at the port with their ship packed with their stuff, ready to set sail. Before leaving their seat, Ygon Farwynd, Gylbert's son came to me with a strange smile and said
"Good luck Gromm. Oh! I'm sorry! Lord Gromm. Its another thing to slay helpless peasants and another thing to rule 'em. May the Drowned God help you with that."

Lord Gromm. I liked the sound of it.
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by The Usurper » Fri Jan 09, 2015 04:30

I like it, keep up the good work :D
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Chapter I

PostPosted by mitsosan » Fri Jan 09, 2015 22:45

Chapter I: The Iron King's War

The first few days passed quick.That useless man didn't seem to care event a bit for his holdings.He spent most of his resources for worthless tries of finding new land across the Sunset Sea, deserting the same time his peasants. Reaving had stopped for a while now the Ironborn had left their axes and swords for hoes and shovels. It is without question a very poor place.
I replaced the fools lord Gylbert had placed as his counselors with my own men from my crew. Now most of all I needed men that i could trust.
Shortly after some days, a raven came from Pyke.

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My orders were to raise the banners and set sail for Pyke immediately. The Kingdom of the Iron Isles is from now on in a state of war. I had been able to have 15 longships armed and manned properly, raised the sail of the Howl and started my journey to Pyke. I didn't even know who we were going to fight. The men in my ship were eager to return to the sea, but the folk manning the Lonely Light fleet were clearly nervous. I didn't even want to know for how long lord Farwyng kept them away from the heat of the battle. Away from the Old Way.

It was night when we arrived at Pyke and clearly late for the feast King Balon was hosting for the Lord Reavers. I was nervous too now, the inexperienced sailors kept the small fleet out of pace during the trip.
"My first appearance as a Lord and i'm late!" i thought. Maybe i should have tossed them at the sea and prey that the Drowned God would give me a crew worthy of calling themselves Ironborn.
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"Aah, at last! What took you so long Lord Gromm? Did a full week on the land made you forget how to sail a longship?"
"I did not. But the people of Lonely Light did Lord Meldred."
"Been a Lord Reaver for less than a month now and started already to blame his peasants!" Said Lord Drumm smiling.
"Enough!" King Balon said in apathy. "We dont have time for this. Last but not least Gromm, I was about to start".


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Iron King Balon started to talk about his plan on the upcoming invasion to the North. For almost an hour he was giving orders to us and explained the invasion plans. Never again in my life i have ever seen him talking for so long.
My job was to travel to Skagos, an island on the north-western part of the North.

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It is not known at what time Skagos became subject to the supremacy of Winterfell, but they rebelled one hundred years ago. The rebellion was suppressed at the cost of the lives of the Lord of Winterfell and hundreds of his soldiers. Myth says that in ancient days, men of Skagos sailed to Skane, seizing all the women, killing all the men, and feasting on their hearts and livers for a fortnight. Skane has been uninhabited since. Balon asked me to ask the skagosi - which means "Stoneborn" in the Old Tongue- for their allegiance in the invasion in return of letting them rule themselves when the ironborn would rule the North. The Skagosi would not be convinced to join the war by diplomats. These people understand only strength, and Balon decided that the best man for the job was me.

And so it started.

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The Iron fleet under King Balon reached Widow's Watch and seized the castle swiftly and some days later i set foot on Skagos with the crew of The Howl.

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Chapter 2

PostPosted by mitsosan » Sat Jan 10, 2015 17:20

Chapter II A Sudden Peace

The Young Wolf did not seem to care about us invading his rear. He had his full attention on the war against the Lannisters and getting vengeance for his late father, Lord Eddard. But the war on the South was not going as the pup intended.

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In the very first stages of the war, Robb had lost a worthy Ally. Now the Riverlands were his by right to command, but the Rivermen did not seem so eager to be ruled directly by northmen.

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I set foot on the island with my 51 ironborn just a month before the death of Edmure Tully. We landed on the northern part of the island, on an isolated beach because we did not want to alarm the Northmen who would possibly be on the port of Kingshouse. Reaching the shore was very difficult.

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We had to battle against both the sea and the wind, but my raiders were hardened sailors. Countless were the reaving trips i have done with them across the Narrow Sea. But the trouble wasn't the sea. We have seen again the sea being tough on us. The real struggle was to deal with the fear which the rumors about the island occupied my crew's hearts. They did not want to show it to me, but i could smell it. The island has a dread reputation; Skagosi are considered savage, little more than tribes of raiders who are thought to be cannibals where even the hardened sailor the Blind Bastard is said that feared to come here. But our orders were definite.
Upon our arrival on Kingshouse, the Sagosi were waiting for us. We were taken directly to Lord Magnar's hall.

"-I was waiting for you. My scouts informed me of your arrival, Iron Islanders. I am sitting here curious, waiting for your offer Iron Lord."
"-How do you know that we have something to offer?"
"-You are not here to fight. People are afraid to sail here; drear rumors you see. But even if they would, they would bring with them an army, not a small band of warriors even if they are the best the world has seen. Also I know of your invasion on the North. It is difficult to ignore some thousands of ironborn sailing near your home. Your people are pretty loud you know."
"He doesn't look like a savage to me" I thought.
"- As you predicted, we are here to negotiate indeed. We bring an offer from Iron King Balon IX, King of Salt and Rock."
"-Balon the Twice Crowned." Said laughing. "And who brings the offer if I may ask?"
"-Gromm Bloodshore. Lord Reaver of Lonely Light."
"-Lonely Light... Maester! come here."
The lord heard the whispers of his maester, nodding the same time.
"My memory hasn't failed me yet. Last time I checked House Farwynd rules Lonely Light. Who are you really Gromm Bloodshore, claiming to be lord of Lonely Light?"
"- Lonely Light is not ruled by Gylbert Farwynd anymore, but from me. I have a signed letter from the Iron King which states that."
"-I don't really care who rules a bird dropping in the end of the world. If you were brave enough to set sail here, you suit me fine!" he said with joy "You and your men must be tired. It is a long journey from the Iron Islands to here. You and your men will rest today. We will talk on the morrow."

I did not want to waste any more time here, the place gave me the chills, but i didn't want to upset the skagosi too. We did as he said.
The next day he called me to a room. He was sitting on the table drinking ale.
"-Sit. Drink. Talk. Ι am aware that the Ironborn do not posses the gift of the gab."
I started explaining King Balon's invasion plans but he interrupted me shortly after i started.
"-But it seems that I'm mistaken! This ironborn in front of me seems to posses it. I figured out your king's plan Bloodshore. Your king sent you here because he knows that we rebelled a century ago and he hopes we'll do it again now. But the thing is, what is he willing to offer to us in order to join him against the Starks?"
"-Independence." I answered.
"-Haha!, you and your King dont seem to be pretty aware of what is happening so far from your Islands." Said in complancy.
"We rule ourselves here, Bloodshore. The northmen keep a minimum contact with us. I just send a raven to Winterfell every now and then, wishing them well, pretend to inform them of whats happening here and all that things the Lords want to hear in the mainland."
"-Then why did your ancestors rebelled?"
His smile disappeared from his face, and changed the subject.
"-Look; I wont send you away right now Ironborn" said in disregard. "But your Kings offer interests me. It Will just take something more in order for us to take arms again. Send a Raven. Be creative. Impress me. Now finish your ale and be gone, Ill be waiting for a true offer."

And so I did. I wrote a letter explaining the situation to King Balon and sent it to Widow's Watch.

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But the response that came wasn't at all what I expected:

Take your ship and crew and get back home. Now. The war's over.

Quickly i gathered my stuff and rounded up my men. By the castle's gate, the Skagosi Lord was waiting for me with men armed.
"-It seems that your invasion to the North has come to an end, Ironborn. I see that you intend to return to your island."
I grabbed my axe immediately
"You don't have to fear for your lives. I will let you go. Under one condition though: Words of our little talks will never reach my new masters. Not from you, neither from your King. I would have you and your men killed, but your king knows of my eagerness to join you too. So, as a token of good will I will let you go, and you will assure that no-one will think of us as traitors. Am I understood? Because believe me, if the Starks suspect me as a traitor they won't bother to send their men and their precious little lords here to die once again. They will use it against you, as an excuse to pay a visit on Pyke again. Not that they don't have plenty now..."
"-Rest assured Lord Magnar."

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Chapter III

PostPosted by mitsosan » Sun Jan 11, 2015 23:50

Chapter III: The Reaving Years

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The Stark boy was dead. Joffrey had him imprisoned for about a week and then he made an example of him. The little lion wanted to show everyone what is going to happen to the other pretenders. When the war started, the Kings were five. Now two of them are already dead, Robb and Renly, and Balon's host is en route to the Iron Islands without the North, but his Iron Crown still on his head. Invading the North was one thing, but right after Robbs death the North became again part of the Iron Throne, and invading the Iron Throne is another thing, even with a tiny Lannister sitting on it. Balon would not risk to lose his precious crown for the second time.
Now Joffrey and Stannis Baratheon were left in this clash of kings. The Lannister boy would not turn his eyes upon us yet, the heathen King had his full attention.

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But it did not take long for another king to make his appearance: Mance Rayder, King Beyond the Wall.

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Mance opened a front against the Nights Watch in an effort to breach it and lead his savage people south.
I did not have time to be concerned with the greenlanders wars. I had a castle to deal with now, and a bunch of hungry peasants. Returning to Lonely Light, I caught myself wondering which island is worse: Skagos or this one. Adter a couple of days in Lonely Light I felt an urge to return to my Howler's deck.
"That's what we should do!" I thought. "I will gather them and remind them of the Old Way. I'll board them on the longships and return only when our fleet is full of plunder. Plunder and women."
14 Longships and about 800 men I could arm properly; Enough for a good reave. The men were eager to get back to the sea after that inglorious attempt of an invasion, but I could see that they were lacking experience. "We will get there" i said to myself. We set sail late at morning because the inexperienced sailors detained us, but the heavy clouds and the rain were hiding the sun making the day look still like a night.

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Our first target was Castamere. The Westerlands were rich, Castamere itself was known to have a small garrison and Tywin's army was gone to fight Joffrey's war; an excellent opportunity for us.

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I it did not take long to sack the small castle. Castamere was rich, but our longships had more free space to be filled with gold. Next I pointed my men south, to the island of Arbor, were the situation was the same with Castamere; rich place, no army to defend it. But the garrison left behind wasn't as small as in Castamere, so we could not attack the Castle, and we were restricted in pillaging the coastal villages and small towns only. During our time there I learned that the Lords of Westeros were informed of our reaving on their lands, but I didn't trouble me. They had their hands full for the moment, and 800 men are not a real threat when a throne is at stake.

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Two provinces of the Iron Throne were enough for the time; The law forbidding the reaving in Westeros wasn't constraining us anymore, but I didn't want to stretch things right now. I had to set sail across the Narrow Sea next if I wanted my reaving trip to continue, but my lieutenant reported to me that the majority of the men expected us to head back home to Lonely Light. They seemed to be happy from the amount of loot we have taken till here, but I was not. Not at all. I gathered my men on the shore by the Howl, climbed the deck, angry and ready to take it out on those cravens; But the moment I laid my eyes upon them, I realized something: this was the first time I would address to my people.I could not expect from them to follow me just by ordering them to do it. I had to earn their trust and respect.
"Men of Lonely Light! Tonight we will sail with great difficulty; Not because we are not able to run our ships, but because our ships are full of plunder and salt wives! Some of you can hardly wait to get back home and spend your gold. Who knows when it was the last time that many of you held gold in hands. I do not. Not because I haven't missed the warmth of my home, but because I believe that till here is not enough. And I'll explain why shortly.
Do you call yourselves Ironborn? Look around you. Do you call the man next to you a true Ironborn? You know how to sail the sea. Yes, many of you sailed the Sunset Sea under the Farwynds in order to find the lands he promised to you. Fake promises about lands beyond the Sunset Sea where every man would be a king and every wife a queen. But many others can sail too you know; Smugglers and traders sail the seas too, but that makes them no Ironborn.
Do you know what makes us Ironborn?
DEEDS LIKE THE ONES WE DID TODAY! THAT'S WHAT MAKES US TRUE IRONBORN!
FOLLOWING THE OLD WAY! PAYING THE IRON PRICE!!!
...And true Ironbron wont stop. We wont stop! We wont till our ships can barely float over the water from the weight of the gold we plundered. I ask from you to follow me across the Narrow Sea, to the Free Cities and even further; and I will tell you why. Lord Farwynd, just before he departed from Lonely Light told me that it is a hard thing to rule peasants. Well I look at you, and I do not see peasants that stand before me now. I see raiders. Raiders who will one day master the seas, become the worst nightmare of the peasants that they once were! I do not ask from the peasants to follow me to glory and fortune, I DEMAND IT FROM THE RAIDERS OF LONELY LIGHT! THE LAST ISLAND OF THE IRON ISLANDS, BUT NOT THE LEAST!. LAST BUT NOT LEAST!"

For a bunch of seconds the men stood there, still. The longest moment of my life... I felt that everything was hanging by a thread...

Gromm Gromm Gromm! GROMM! GROMM!
They started to cheer, and raised their arms pointing on me. Not wanting to let another moment pass, i gestured them to board the ships. We were once again raising sails, and our destination was east.

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Chapter IV

PostPosted by mitsosan » Wed Jan 14, 2015 01:33

Chapter IV: The Reaving Years, Pt II

This is how my reaving years started. For years after that moment my men followed me without ever questioning once my command. They knew that whatever I would ask them to do, at the end of the day blood and glory awaited them.

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Traders, Villages and towns. Even small seaside castles. Wherever there was loot waiting for us we could smell it, miles away. We were returning back to Lonely Light only when we couldn't carry any more gold and slaves, and then after the unloading and some days of feasting we were getting back on our small but fearsome fleet. Day by day my people were becoming more bold and tough, and the merchant's ships didn't held a chance against us.
Lonely Light reminded nothing of its former state; Expansions on the castle and the port never ceased now that my treasury was always full of gold. Merchants were always present in the Island, buying the goods we have seized from other merchants during our raids. Lonely Light has changed and so did its people; The rags that covered the smallfolk where now replaced with decent clothing, armor and jewelry. All paid with the Iron Price.

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After excessive raiding on the Free Cities, we expanded our range towards the Sivering Sea. We left behind us Braavos and sailed east. Lorath Bay, the Axe, Ibben. The weaklings tasted our steel wherever we landed. Those places were not as half rich as the Free Cities but my men didn't mind. Every shore we raided was another story for my raiders to tell when we would be back home. As we were continuing east, the places were poorer but the people more fierce warriors. the Dothraki, the Jogos Nhai, the N'Ghai. All of 'em great warriors, very different in warfare than us, and much more interesting. As I said my men didn't mind the petty spoils; they enjoyed the fact that they were not encountering fat merchants and helpless villagers anymore but warriors who could match them in battle.

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By the time we reached Leviathan Sound Image
Our reputation was dread; The sails with the two axes painted in red was a fearsome sight for coastal settlements and merchant ships alike. Even the Jogos Nhai seemed to back out from the coast during our stay there. But it was time to leave.
"-We may have battled the small nomads that stayed behind but probably their main force is south, raiding the Golden Empire. If we spend more time on these shores their leader might send an army to encounter the threat my Lord." my lieutenant said to me.
"-You are right, its time we sail back home."

The journey was long, and the men became bored. So bored that finger dancing has stopped a while ago. One day a soldier threw a salt wive he claimed from Ibben to be eaten by the sharks that were swimming next to our ship just for amusement.
"The years have made them cruel" I thought. "If we don't stop somewhere for a day or two they'll start killing each other for fun."
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Without thinking it twice, I pointed to my men the village; They immediately started to cheer and draw weapons. It has been more than a month's time since they set foot on land. I myself was feeling a bit numb too when I grabbed my axes. I was fighting with two axes that time of my life. I was young and not afraid of being hurt, I felt that a shield would only keep me down.
The Howl was the first ship to touch the shore. My men rushed towards the village, but I with my lieutenant took our time. We watched a bit from the deck. This raid was mostly for my men, not me.
"Odd.' he said.
"-What?"
"Most of the time the smallfolk run for their lives before we even touch the land, but them... they don't."
It was true, the peasants grabbed anything they could use as a weapon in a vainly attempt to save themselves.
"And? Are you afraid of pitchforks and knives?"
"No my lord, maybe they have alerted someone to come and save 'em. A patrol nearby maybe. We didn't scout the area. "
"If they did it only means one thing for us, Harlon."
He looked at me with wonder
"More blood on our axes Harlon, now come, we are sitting here for long enough".

The raid was going on for almost an hour, and the last of the villagers resisting were already dead; Now the easy part started: burning, looting raping. We payed the Iron Price today, and were tasting the rewards.
Suddenly though, the scenery was about to change.

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"HORSEMEN!!! HORSEMEN CHARGING FROM THE NORTH!"
"Goddamn you Harlon! Couldn't you ask for anything else? Gather up everyone! FORM SHIELD WALLS! Grab your spears! C'mon you useless scums! Move, NOW! SPEARS!"
Our formation was not ready on time and most of us left our spears on our ships.Raiding a village means hand to hand combat, and axes and swords suit better in those conditions, but against cavalry; our best hope was to stay in formation and stand our ground, beat them off their horses, but we were already scattered in the village. By the moment they charged on us our formation wasn't done, and they butchered a lot of my men.
"Back to the ships! retreat!"
We run back to the shore, but they didn't pursue us. I looked back as we re running towards our longships, and saw them preparing flaming arrows. They intended to burn our ships.
"-This is no ordinary patrol, they are too many men, heavy cavalry. And there is no castle nearby. By the Seven Hells, where did they come from?" Harlon asked.
"-See them wagons? probably a tax collector. That's why there are so many soldiers here. Bad timing for a raid it seems. They are preparing their final attack, we are cornered, if we try to board the ships and go for a run they will burn us like rats."
"-So we fight?"
"-Do you see an alternative that I cannot Harlon?"
"-We outnumber them, but its too much cavalry for us to handle."
When we started our journey from Lonely Light we were something more than 800 men, almost a hundred of them were dead before we reach this damned village, and another hundred were wounded, lying in the ships. The enemy had no more than 300 men, most of em heavy armored cavalry, more than enough to deal with my light armored raiders.
They were confident, it was obvious. They took their time forming their line. As they started coming towards us I took some steps in front of the shield wall my men had formed.
"You those men Ironborn? They want us dead. It seems that they'll have want they want by the end of the day. But they wont be celebrating it, It is going to be us celebrating, in the Drowned God's watery halls! Celebrating the fact that we died with the most honorable death: in battle. Tonight we'll join our fallen brothers, bathed in our enemy's enemies' blood! WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE!"

We repelled their first charge on us, killing a few of them. But they dint stop, they retreaded a few hundred meters back and came again. At the first two or three charges we seemed to have some chances against them, but as the battle continued I could hear my men's breath becoming heavier and heavier. The last time they came on us they didn't retreat, but stayed and a hand to hand combat emerged. It was a bloodbath, I couldn't see clear as the blood had covered my face. I couldn't tell if it was mine or else's. The battle kept going on, and I was feeling exhausted. But the worst thing was not the exhaustion me and my men had to battle; It was fear. And fear cuts way deeper than steel
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While pulling my axe from a man's skull i heard cheers behind my back.
"You think you're done with us? So easy? It is not over till the last of us lies dead you fools!" I shouted desperately.
But the cheers were not coming from the enemy men but mine. Confused, I turned.

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It wast the most relieving sight I've ever seen in my life utill then.
Victarion Greyjoy. The Lord Commander of the Iron Fleet, wearing as always his plate armor and his trademark; the Kraken Helmet.
For a moment I thought that I was dreaming. I shaked my head and blinked my eyes, but he was still there, rushing towards us.
I honestly cant recall many memories from what followed. Last thing I remember was myself falling to my knees from exhaustion and the enemy retreating.
Victarion walked next to me and pulled of his helmet, letting his long grey hair fall on his shoulders. He grabbed my right arm and raised me up with one hand without a trace of struggle.
"On your feet Gromm, Its over. You'll have plenty of time for rest once we'll sail away from here. Get your men on the ships. Or maybe you want me to do this for you too?"
"-No sir. You did more than enough for us today, and I'm glad for it."
"-Order them to follow the fleet. We are sailing to Pyke, you'll come with me on the Iron Victory. We have to talk."
I did as the Lord Captain commanded. Without wasting time, i was on the deck of the Iron Fleet's flagship, before its captain, King Balon's young brother, the might Victarion Greyjoy. He was still wearing his plate armor, even on the deck with the ship sailing on the high seas. Other captains who wear plate armor in battle would take it off while sailing. It was a common thing to fall from the deck of longship during naval battles or storms, and wearing a plate armor in the water means certain death as its weight will drag you to the bottom. But Victarion wasn't afraid of dying, especially dying from the sea. "If the Drowned God decides its time we join him in his watery halls beneath the sea, you think that being able to swim can save us?" he once said to me when I asked him one day, the days I was sailing with him. He was a man of faith, that was known. I, in the other hand was not -at that point of my life-. Then, I believed that the only thing except our hands that could shape a mans destiny, was the sun. Only the sun had an impact on our lives, when the sun was gone beneath the Sunset Sea, our lives depended on the time the sun would rise up on the sky again. But I changed since then, things changed; a lot.
"-We were lucky today Lord Captain, they caught us by surprise."
He didn't seem to enjoy smalltalk.
"-Seems that the Drowned God doesn't want you with him, yet. But you owe my now Gromm."
I was curious to listen what he wanted from me, because Victarion wasn't a man of politics, he was a man of strength and at that field he didn't need any help from anyone in the Iron Islands.
"-Tell me, I'm all ears."
"You have gained a fierce reputation these past years Gromm. Your past raids were the exact opposite of what happened today. Your name's now recognized in the Iron Islands."
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"-I appreciate your words Captain Victarion."
"-I do not flatter you Gromm, I speak the truth. Now tell me, what did my brother said to you when he gave you Lonely Light?"
"-To rule it my lord, and keep the Old Way."
"-And? Do you act as you were ordered to?"
"-Yes."
Victarion smilled.
"-Look, I am no expert in giving advice in those matters; I have my brother for those kind of things but Ill try my best. You do the second thing Gromm, and you give your best. But as for the first? i don't think so."
"-I disagree! Lonely Light is thriving now, its population has doubled the last years, and works on the castle and the port haven't stopped."
"-I'm aware of that. You come back to Lonely Light, unload the gold, shout some orders, spend some time in bed with your wive and salt-wives, rest and then you depart again for a-reaving. As I said, I am no expert, but this is not how ruling is done."
He was right. I may have made my Island a prosperous one, but it didn't feel like home. Only the deck of the Howl made me feel like home. And my wive? In my heart she wasn't so much different than my salt-wives, only more respected cause of her noble birth.
"-Do you know why Balon took Lonely Light away from the Farwynds Gromm?"
"-To be honest I don't. It was just announced to me that I had been chosen to replace them."
"-You are a good soldier Gromm. You don't ask why; you just carry out orders. But you are no soldier anymore. You are a Lord Reaver of the Iron Islands. Balon was planning his second coronation for a long time you know. And the invasion too. He waited patiently all those years. But for some time, the Farwynds wanted to turn the Ironborn into a quest overseas, towards the Sunset Sea. You are aware of his attempts."
"-I am. But no-one followed him, just his sons."
"-You're right. But some lords started to think about it. They believed that the Iron Throne is invincible, that we didn't stand a chance against them, so the only way was to the West. And Balon didn't like that."
"-That is weird, how come the Lords even think about it?"
"-Well, to be honest, some times Balon exaggerates the situation. Anyway, he wanted a trusting man to sit on that chair, and the lords chose you. They wanted you tied, not only with gratitude, but with official bonds too; that's why they married you with the Goodbrother girl."
"-I figured that part out-"
"-Silence, Gromm. Here comes the serious part. Now the King needs you more than ever. After our army came back from the North, Balon appeared weak. His authority had loosen up since then. He wanted to show that his rule is not to be questioned, and acted stupid: He disinherited Asha for marrying a lowborn man without his permission,

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And like this wasn't enough, he had my nephew Theon executed for treason.

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"-Why?"
"-Why? The man's a paranoid! that's why! He has completely lost his mind the past few years!"
"-And what does he need me to do?"
"-Be patient, you'll see where this is going to. Our kingdom is in a tight spot. The Iron Throne's pretenders and invader kings are all dead, you know that.
"-Yes I'm aware of that."
"-The so called King Beyond the Wall, Mance the "Handsome" could not even pass the Stark bastard with his broken Night's Watch.

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The Targarien Girl was murdered most probably by orders of Joffrey or Tywin,

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The other boy who claimed to be Aegon Targarien had the same fate too, but at least he died with a sword on his hand, not in his sleep. His so called "invasion" lasted less than a couple of months.

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And last my favorite one: The man who thought that a flaming sword and a red-haired whore will grant him a throne! I laughed so hard when I heard the news. I used to believe that the man who granted me my one and only loss in my life would be smarter. Its Stannis' work that my younger brother Aeron is man who he is today you know. He almost killed him when he chopped in half the Golden Storm in Fair Isle back when Balon rebelled for the first time.

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And less than a month after killing all the pretenders, fighting all his grandson's great wars, Tywin Lannister died while suppressing a small rebellion of peasants outside King's Landing, leaving behind him as lord paramount of the Westerlands the Imp

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But there's even greater irony in life Gromm; Tywin spend the last decade of his life fighting his grandson's wars instead of him, in order to secure a long and calm reign for Joffrey. And do you know how this has ended? No you don't know, I myself heard the news just e few days before we departed from Pyke, you were already overseas. Joffrey was murdered too! His Lords did not seem to bear him for long. And now his 12-year-old daughter sits on the Iron Throne".

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I hadn't noticed till now, but as he was telling me all these he kept becoming merrier; the smile on his face was growing, and it was making me uncomfortable, I think it was the first time I saw Victarion so joyful. He stopped talking for a moment and gazed the open sea. I didn't talk, I was curious to see where all this was going to end up.

"-The wars of the greenlanders have stopped. For now. And Lythene -the Iron Queen- wont be a 12 year old forever. At some point she is going to try and bend us to her rule. Or her mothers Margaery, or whoever the hell actually rules the 7 kingdoms now. That's why I'm here reaving those days. I'm gathering gold and resources in order to be able to defend ourselves. To arm the men and build more longships. I want from you to get back to Lonely Light and train your men and women. Raise and army and be on guard. Those 5-6 hundred men you have here may be enough for pillaging fishermen villages, but not enough for a war. Also remember: train them like soldiers, not like a bunch of mindless raiders. We are going to fight against disciplined armies, not tribesmen."
"-I get it, Lord Captain."
"-Remember Gromm, your King is going to need you; not only against outside foes, but inside too. And you are loyal to the Iron King and the Greyjoys, aren't you Lord Gromm?"
"-Of course I am!"
"Good, Good. And one last thing. Don't ever forget: You owe me".
I didn't like the way he said his last words. Something was wrong with him, he was acting weird...
We parted ways upon arriving at the Iron Islands, i got back to my castle and did as he said. Days were passing slowly with me and my lieutenants training the people, just as I was commanded.
I was in the training yard, almost 20 days after I saw Victarion for the last time when my maester brought me his letter...

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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

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Awesome nice story-telling:)
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Theotian » Thu Jan 15, 2015 14:30

Excellent writing. I loved the flow so far and that ending twist! I knew he was hinting at something , but i have no idea he would move so quickly!
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by mitsosan » Thu Jan 15, 2015 16:56

Thank you very much :)
Balon had it coming, Kinslayer is not a trait to brag about :lol:
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Chapter V

PostPosted by mitsosan » Fri Jan 16, 2015 21:16

Chapter V: Under the Cover of Books.

Things were more serious than I could ever imagine. I could not prove that Balon was murdered, nor claim Victarion's involvement. But the conversation we had on the deck of the Iron Victory was more than enough for me to believe that Victarion was not at all innocent. But no-one in the Iron Islands would suspect the great captain of the Iron Fleet, in everyone's eyes here Victarion is a man of honor and faith. Murdering your king and brother is a very serious accusation and a sin; being Ironborn or not. I could not just stand up and blame him for doing it, everyone would have me for a paranoid. In the other hand I cant sit here and do nothing about it...
Word came from Ten Towers a few days later.

Lord Reaver Gromm Bloodshore,
As you've been informed our King Balon Greyjoy, ninth of his name is dead.
In order to follow the Old Way, The Lords of the Iron Islands will elect the
new king through Kingsmoot. The feast before the Kingsmoot will be held by
me in the castle of Ten Towers in two months from now.
Your presence is requested as soon as you can set sail.
Signed, Rodrik Harlaw.


I did not waste much time. I gathered my crew and immediately set sail for Ten Towers. Thank gods the wind was with us and the sea calm. Normally I didn't mind the weather. But this time was different, I was restless and spent the whole time standing on the deck of the Howl thinking and staring the sea.
Uppon my arrival, Rodrik Harlaw, the head of House Harlaw and lord of Ten Towers was waiting for me. He sent one of his men to greet me and tell me that Lord Reaver Rodrik was waiting for me in the Book Tower.
House Harlaw at those days was the richest family on the Iron Isles and in terms of power second only to the Greyjoys. I recall Rodrik to be a different man than most of the Ironborn. An average looking man but always neat. People were calling him "The reader" as he was spending most of his time locked in the biggest tower of Ten Towers the Book tower, reading his giant books.

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"-Welcome Lord Gromm. Long time no see."
Said while closing his book; History of the Ironborn, by Archmaester Haereg His vision seemed to have weakened though the yeas, he was wearing lenses.
"-Greetings Lord Rodrik. I'm honored by your invitation."
"-Please, sit. We have many things to talk about."
"-I thought that the feast would be held in the main hall, not your library." I said smiling.
"-It will. In time. We'll have two months to stay and feast before we depart for Nagga's Hill on Old Wyk. But first we need to have this conversation."
"-Nagga's Hill?"
"-Yes Lord Gromm. Nagga's Hill is the place where the Kings are chosen. That's how our ancestors did in the old days and that's how we will do again after so many years. Really; do you know when the last time a Kingsmoot was held?"
"-No."
"-I Imagined it. Most of the Lords don't. Historians disagree you know; This book that I was reading claims that the last Kingsmoot was held 4 thousand years ago, while Maester Denestan's book Questions counts the years to 2 thousand."
"-Interesting." I tried to pretend.
"-Hahaha, you're a bad liar Gromm. But I'm not offended by your lack of curiosity. Everyone's here have their parts to do. Your part in this story is to lead soldiers. Mine lies elsewhere. Anyway, I did not summon you here to talk about history. We have to talk about the present. What's your opinion on Balon's murder Gromm?"
"-Murder?"
"-C'mon Gromm, stop pretending. You are not dumb. And not innocent too, perhaps. I know that you arrived the same time with Victarion before Balon's murder."
"-I did not came here to be accused of murdering my King!"
"-Finally! Your mouth said more than a word. Now talk to me Gromm. I want you to know that these walls are safe. Only the name of this tower seems to repel our people from coming in!" Said in joy.
I rubbed my chin trying to think, but I was confused. I looked left and right and then again strait into the lord's brown eyes.
"-Can I trust you?"
"-Let you gut answer that for you. We are all gambling here, and the stake is really high."
"-We became dangerously similar to the greenlanders the past few years..."
"-You are a simple man, and I like that young lord. But both we and the greenlanders are men. And men from here to Asshai tend to amaze you when their ambitions are high and thrones are in the game too. We may be different from place to place, but we are all made of the same flesh and bones."
"-I can't argue on that. I've killed men on many different coasts of the world, their faces, armor and color were not alike but all of them shed the same red blood."
"-You see? Were on the same ground here, but from different angles."
"-Look, the last meeting with Victarion troubled me for long but I haven't spoken to anyone about it."
"-Are you sure about that?"
"-Yes. Do not worry about it."
I started telling the story of my latest unsuccessful raid, the conversation with Victarion and my thoughts about it. Rodrik seemed to be keeping his breath in order to not even miss a word from what i was saying. When I finished, he took off his lenses and stood up, and walked to the window.
"-I have the same fears with you Lord Gromm. Balon's body was still warm when Victarion tried to claim for himself his late brother's crown. That's when I started suspecting that our king's death wasn't an accident. He would be king now if it wasn't for me. I was the one to call the kingsmoot."
"-You think we can prove his participation in the murder in front of the Lords?"
"-We can't prove that Balon was assassinated. But we can elect a different king than Victarion through the Kingsmoot. That's the reason our ancestors held Kingsmoots in order to choose their kings; to ensure that the best of us wins the seastone chair. And even if Victarion isn't a kinslayer, we still have to choose a different person than him to seat on that chair. The man has already impressed me with that scheme, no one thinks he can be the mastermind behind all that. He is not a man suit for rule, everyone knows that. He is a great warrior, but nothing more. His greatest victory -the burning of the Lannister fleet- wasn't his plan, but his brother's, the Crow's Eye. Think of a good battle plan and put Victarion on the Vanguard and you win, do the opposite and you have guaranteed yourself a disastrous lose. " We are not in a position to risk here my dear Gromm. These are troubled times. Cold winds are rising from the North, and the Iron Throne seems stable now; The Lion will eventually turn its claws to us."
"-And you need a man to tackle Victarion's march to the seastone chair. You can't do it by yourself, as the ironborn would never choose you no matter how wealthy or powerful house Harlaw is. And let me guess; You want me to do it."
"-You figured it out. Your reputation has grown the past years Gromm, and you have the Goodbrothers as your allies thanks for your wife. What do you think?"
"-So I'm a warrior with allies. Your cousin, Harras the Knight is also a warrior of reputation and a member of your house. Why don't you ask him to do it?"
"-Nice question. Harras doesn't know the same things we two know. He might disagree. Plus I am not willing to start discussing this thing with everyone I know."
I didn't need many more reasons. From that day, my life goal became to seat on the Seastone Chair. We spent the night with Rodrik discussing what our next steps would be, how to act on the remaining two months before the Kingsmoot, which lords were our potential backers and so on.

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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Theotian » Sat Jan 17, 2015 21:04

Awesome can't wait to see what happens next. Curious though how did you get a kingsmoot? When i played as house greyjoy my son would inherit the thrones. Is it a law you need to enact or does he need to have no children?
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PostPosted by mitsosan » Sun Jan 18, 2015 00:36

In which scenario you played with the greyjoys? If the Iron Isles are a LP under the Iron Throne you cant get a kingsmoot, you have to change the laws to elective. If the Iron Isles are independent kingdom then default succession law is elective and you get a kingsmoot.
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PostPosted by Theotian » Tue Jan 20, 2015 14:47

Sorry thought i replied.

Ya it works now i played under the same scenario you did and we have independence. When Balon died a kingsmoot happened.Thanks!
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Chapter VI

PostPosted by mitsosan » Wed Jan 21, 2015 16:14

Chapter VI: Dark Times

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He stood over me, shining in his knightly armor.
"-Don't force me to kill you."
"-Okay! I yield!" I couldn't do anything else. The duel resolved with me having 3 open wounds from his Valyrian blade and him unscathed.
"-I don't know how you persuaded my cousin to back you on this, but it seems that he is not as smart as he wants to appear."
"-You don't know-"
"- I don't want to."

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Harras "The Knight" Harlaw was closing to his 50's, but still the best in sword in the Iron Isles. Nightfall, his valyrian sword ensured that.
A month's planning and plotting was lost in a duel lasting less than 5 minutes.
It seems that no matter how many allies and champions you have, at the end of the day the strongest wins in the Iron Isles. The men who were supporting me till that moment now walked to his side.

"-Damn him! I didn't expect Harras to act so fast. If only I had the chance to talk some sense into him."
"-I don't Blane him, I would have done the same in his spot."
"-The Kingsmoot was our only chance to keep Victarion from taking the crown."
"-There's still your cousin; we can back him. I hold no grudge against him, even if he gifted me a few scars."
"-Harras is a good warrior yes, but still a knight. It's more possible for the ironborn to choose me for their king and build a library in each island in my honor than to elect a knight oiled by the septons to become their new king. We don't have many options left here I suppose. My dear cousin did his childhood rival's work without knowing it."
"-There aren't many things left to do then now. But I believe that even if Victarion wins the throne, he won't act against us. He is afraid of an oncoming war too, and wont risk a crisis inside his realm. Plus, even though he caught us by surprise with all these, I still don't have him for a man who will continue doing so."
"-A very optimistic thought I believe."
"-Anyway, I'm done with that stuff. We can't pretend to be the saviors of the Iron Isles and act the same as the men we want to protect them from."
"-What changed you so suddenly my friend?"
I didn't respond. I bid farewell to Lord Rodrik and took my leave for the Main Hall. I walked with my fists clenched; losing had changed my mind, but I did not want to talk about it. I was feeling humiliated and angrier than ever. I believed that I was way better than the man who crushed me that day. The image of his valyrian sword was stuck in my head. I stopped walking, punched the wall and shouted: "Give me a weapon like his, let us fight in the same ground and I swear to every God, Drowned, Old and New that I'll beat him!"
A month's time later, All the lords and masters of the Iron Isles were gathered at Nagga's Hill to begin the Kingsmoot. I was present there only to place my vote. Lord Rodrik Harlaw gave the opening speech.

"-We are gathered here to revive the ancient tradition of the Kingsmoot. Here, under Nagga's bones we shall name the next King. King Balon IX Greyjoy was a man true to the Old Way, and we are all sure that this is how he would want his successor to be chosen. Balon-"
"-Enough talking about the lunatic!" Lord Dunstan Drumm errupted. "Asha and Theon are not here with us because of that old bastard!"
This was the start of a heated Kingsmoot. For hours many lords were shouting at each other, cursing and arguing. I did not take part in all that. I sat a few meters away, and when the time came I placed my vote for Gorold Goodbrother, who was backing me till my disgrace. Several hours ago, we had chosen our new king

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Ι bent the knee to my new King and set sail for home the moment after. Victarion was satisfied. He even named me the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet, an unexpected action from his behalf. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer
was the thought that came to my mind, but Victarion did not see me as a threat to him. Not after Harras had beaten me. The next years were surprisingly calm, and proved me and Rodrik wrong. The Iron Throne still had problems to deal with inside the realm.

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Tyrion Lannister thought himself better than his niece for the Iron Throne and rebelled against her. But the Westerland's wealth and power proved to be not enough against the rest six kingdoms united. Three years later the Imp lost the war and was banished to the wall, leaving behind his daughter as the Lady paramount of the Westerlands.

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I spent the next years taking care of my own Island, my rock wife who had finally gave me an heir; a handsome boy we named Theomore, and doing occasional raids across the Narrow Sea. Winter had came, and maesters were claiming that this one was not like the others. Along with the old men's talks came rumors from the North: Men were claiming that the dead were risen and took arms against the living.

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But I didn't have time to be concerned with the smallfolk's stories. Winter was indeed harsh and long, and Lonely Light wasn't exactly the place to grow crops and sustain such a heavy winter. My people wouldn't last long, so I gathered my men and started reaving; but gold, jewels and women weren't our target anymore: food was. On a reaving trip like that the first sign came to me. Food brought from the Summer Isles had quickly became the most valuable good those days, as the traders were bringing it to Westeros. As of that, the big slow ships carrying animals, wheat and vegetables were heavily guarded.
It was a cold and stormy night when we spotted the merchants fleet. For weeks we've been sailing, lurking around the Summer Isles, waiting for a fleet like this one to pray upon, and finally our victims arrived. I was determined to not let them slip away from my grasp for I was the only hope for my people and family back in Lonely Light.

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The years had created a strong bond between myself and my land. Maybe it was because that I've made and raised my family there or maybe was the fact that my high ambitions were gone since I lost to Harras and found solace in attending to the matters of my island. That night on the deck of the Howl I thought that one of these was the reason I was so devoted on pursuing the trader's fleet. But later it was revealed to me that none of these was the true reason; The Drowned God had put me there, and had a greater plan for me.
For the whole night we battled the waves and the wind, but our longships were faster than their ships. Came time we were withing range, and we first attacked their escorts. They fired their arrows at us, but arrows would not save them, the Howl was closing, and my men had raised their arms. I was the first to jump on the enemy ship and from the looks of the enemy crew they seemed to recognize my sails. The crossed axes with the bloodbathed edges was a sight that sailors from around the world were praying to their gods not to meet.
Two of them charged on me screaming. I parried the first with my left hand and slit the second one's throat with a single swing of my axe. The other one thought he found the opening he was looking for, took a step back and attacked me again, with both hands on his sword over his head. I evaded the blow to his left and kicked him on the knee. I felt his knee breaking, as the man fell down with a shriek. He looked at me straight in the eyes with a pathetic look in his face, realizing that this was his final moment, while I landed my axe right between his eyes. Pulling back my axe from the man's skull I realized that my crew had already finish the job. We set the ship ablaze and boarded back to the Howl. The other ships from my fleet were still battling the remaining escorts, but I did not want to wait for them. I felt a strange urge to get to my target, like a hungry predator. The foolish traders thought that they had gained some time, but in less than two hours of pursuit the Howl had proven them wrong. When we arrived close enough, they raised a white flag. "Fools" I said and spat on the sea. I seathed my axes and boarded the biggest ship of the three. I still remember its ugly name: Fat Jeyne. It's captain was on his knees, holding a silk wrapped item over his head.
"-Mercy great Ironborn! Take this and everything else we have, but spare us."
I walked towards the fat craven. His eyes were wet and his face red as a newborn child. He looked like he had forgotten how to breathe properly. I stood in front of him for a minute in silence, and waited to see if he would faint. Sometimes they piss on themselves, some of 'em faint others even dive to the sea hoping they'll survive you know.
But he didn't.
"Mercy!"
I grabbed the item he was holding over his head and felt it colder than the norther winds. The chill of the item reminded me of the winter back home.
"-This is no time for mercy."
I delivered a blow on the top of the man's skull, and let off the grip of my axe to unwrap the item.

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It was a Valyrian steel sword! I could tell it by the first time I laid my eyes upon it. I raised the great blade in the height of my eyes. I could not take my eyes off it, neither let it go, even if my hands were bleeding. I felt pain from holding the blade, but it was sweet. This was not a coincidence. It could not be. The sword was given to just in time when I was ready to drop my ambitions, but the Drowned God sent me his message. It couldn't be anything else than his work. This was the day that the Drowned God proved to me his existence.
First thing I did when we arrived at Lonely Light was to invite the best axesmith in the Iron Isles. I had it reforged, and by its steel made an axe worthy of a King.

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I decided to name it Stormcaller.

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Not long after the first sign from the Drowned God came the second: Victarion Greyjoy's short reign came to an end. For five years the man was sitting on his precious Seastone Chair and did nothing. It was time the Chair would be given to a man worthy of being called the Iron King.

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Victarion had no kids nor had appointed a heir and by line of succession a small kid was his heir.

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The Ironborn were gathered for another Kingsmoot and as everyone expected we didn't choose a baby to rule us. But the outcome of the Kingsmoot was as suprising as it would be with the baby Greyjoy walking out with the crown:

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As I was looking him wearing his crown, his cousin's Rodrik -who was dead now- words came to my mind.
"The libraries aren't built, but your cousin the Knight is our King now..." I thought.
I was outraged. I couldn't cope with the fact that he was going to be my new King. The Drowned God was testing me by putting a heathen in the place where I should be. This time I was not willing to wait. This obstacle was put before tho show me that my destiny would not be granted to me, I had to do my own part too. The Drowned God had already did enough.
Having a heathen on the Seastone Chair had only made my faith in the one true God only stronger.

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I was determined to do anything to remove the crown from my heathen rival. And it seemed that many others in the Iron Isles were too.

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After the plan was set, I left for another reaving trip. The order of things in the Iron Isles changed, but Winter was still here. This is what I said to myself, but the true reason was that even if I knew this was the only way, I didn't like the fact that we were going to murder Harras. I wanted to beat the man and humiliate him as he did to me before, but challenging an old man to a duel wouldn't change the order of things. The man aged very quickly the past few years.
The reaving trip brought me closer to my son from a salt wife of mine, Alyn Pyke. The kid was the one of the best fighters i've ever seen in my life though poor in command.

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During our time in the sea we imprisoned a woman claiming to be the High Priestess of the Red God. The woman said to me that she saw my face in the flames;
"You are surrounded by flames, steel and salt Ironborn. But not only that; Your image is also surrounded by blood. Blood spilled by murder. You can change that. Beg to the Lord of Light for forgiveness, and he shall give it to you. You can redeem yourself by offering to Him your sins "

This was the Drowned God's final test. I could simply turn my back to Him, cancel my plans and accept my defeat. I could follow the red priestess. We anchored to the nearest shore, and gave my answer to the Drowned God:
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It was the first time in my life offering a sacrifice to the Drowned God. Never in my life I felt anything half as intense as the view of the waves swallowing the red witch. While standing there, my Drowned Man came to me with a flask of sea water and blessed me by pouring the water over my head saying:

What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger

My arrival came in perfect timing with the announcement of Harra's death.

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This time things were not the same. I was sure now, and the lord Reavers and their captains could see it in me. From the first moment after I had put myself forward many were the men who in recognition of my suitability came by my side.
Two were the men trying to stop me: Harra's son Erik, a young boy who was nothing like his father and a young Greyjoy, Dale. Dale wanted to restore the crown for his house, and it seemed that many other iroborn believed that the crown belonged to the Greyjoys. In a pathetic attempt to stop me, the boy sent his best captain, Rus of Brodsworth to challenge me.

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In his face I saw the image of Harras the Knight, and the memory of my loss came back again to haunt me. I was consumed by rage. I flipped the table, grabbed Stormcaller and took a few steps towards him.
"-Take back what you just said, fall on your knees and apologize or unsheathe your sword."
"-I stand my ground. I name you unworthy, Gromm of house Bloodshore."

I swung Stormcaller with full force on him and he parried trembling. He have been a great captain, but he was no mach for me. Five beatings; one after another I gave him, and I could tell that each time he was parrying with less stable hands. The duel continued for a few minutes being the same one-sided.

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Time for Kingsmoot had came again, and I was the last one to ascend on the Nagga's Hill to give my speech.

"Most of the men here understand that I am the best lord to wear that crown. But still some of you are eager scheme against me and play games of politics. I did that once too, and didn't end well. We have crowned two worthless Kings the last years, who promised us plunder and blood, but neither happened. We are living in harsh times, and a very long winter. I say we ready our remaining men, set sail to seize all the remaining supplies of the Iron Throne and the Summer Islands, and wait for the winter to end. And when that time comes, our neighbors are going to be weak; this is when we'll strike. Strike and forge again a kingdom worthy of our name!"

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check out my first aar: Last but not Least. An Ironborn AAR

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With a good bullet from a good gun and bury you
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Theotian » Wed Jan 21, 2015 17:03

Looks like rodrik was right. victarion was no king after all. Now with the valerion axe and the kingdom i wonder what will come next. Great character development btw and ck2 with this mod is amazing. you can get such great stories from things that happen to your characters.
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Anon90 » Wed Jan 21, 2015 19:08

A good read, looking forward to the next chapter!

It makes me want to play CK2 AGoT Mod but it's rather slow on this laptop.
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Arya: I know which end to use.
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by dontwakethedragon » Wed Jan 21, 2015 22:04

Nice to see someone else doing an AAR with a custom character. I might do one for my current game since I just started it this morning.
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by Theotian » Fri Jan 30, 2015 16:34

Hope you come back soon to continue this.
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Re: Last but no Least. An Ironborn AAR

PostPosted by mitsosan » Mon Feb 02, 2015 01:24

Gromm may be old, but he has many things to do as a king. Im not dropping this, i have written half the next chapter, but im currenty having my exams at the university (last 5 classes till my degree) so you have to be patient for a week or two, i dont want to sumbit the chapter half done :)
check out my first aar: Last but not Least. An Ironborn AAR

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