Chapter 2: Chapter 2, Shadow of war ll
I'm writing this for myself so I don't care for criticism
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The men gathered in the castle, Anoriaon and his uncle, ser Larvianñ, opened the secondary gate and led the men to the large underground armoury.
The men armed themselves with, halberds, chainmail, swords, axes, spears, and helmats.
While he waited on the castle walls, the lord of Throcatore castle and Throcatown as well as a few unnamed villages, had thoughts about seige engines and weapons of destruction, advanced seige tactics great for teaching to a small force like his own.
He couldn't free his mind from these thought, they may help his future endeavors they worried him. Maybe that day dream wasn't a dream. His uncle walked up the cold steps of the outer walls of Throcatore castle.
"My lord, what worries you?" Said his uncle in a gentle tone, or so he tried to be, he loved his dear nephew, last trace of his brother. "I've had these day dreams, they've been giving me headaches, their about seige engines and an explosive like wild fire but more controlled, and advanced war tactics, also beasts that look like men and sound like men but their skin is a pale brown, not a human skin brown ethier, and they have horrifying faces"
Ser Ianñ, as his uncle liked to be addressed, thought about what his nephew just said. Then he replied in his dangerous sounding tone "My dear nephew, do not worry, this is good, your father was a great seige mechanic and smith, I know you are a good smith, use this was as a chance to prove yourself worthy of the land and titles you inherited, build those seige engines"
Thses inspiring words gave a new found confidence in the young lord.
"You're right uncle, let us go to my personal armoury, time to blood the family halberd for the first time in years, and both of us don't have our amour" said Anoriaon the first confidently.
His uncle nodded and they walked down the stoney steps together, past the many men who knew they would probably die but those men hid it in the back of their minds.
They made it up the winding stairs of the castle, a few experienced guards stood outside some doors. They walked into Anoriaon's personal amoury, on the wall hung a halberd, a large halberd.
Anoriaon stepped closer around the table in the middle of the dimly lit room, only a lamp in the corner to guide their way around sharp and dangerous weapons.
He grabbed the halberd and banged it against the ground. A few wooden statues held up fine amour obviously made by a master smith. That master smith being one or a few of their forefathers.
"Uncle, your older so you can take first pick on the amour" said Anoriaon while he held the halberd tall, it was a large halberd, 7 feet long.
It has been shorter and longer in the past, the halbred has had many handles but the same head throughout the years.
The handle replaceable but the head not so much. "The iron born once stole that head, I made sure to get it returned, I made sure to kill the greyjoy boy who stole it" remarked his uncle while he put on a leather tunic meant to go under plate and chainmail.
Anoriaon put on the same colored leather tunic and then some chainmail, he didn't want to be slowed down, a halbred is a heavy weapons especially one that long.
Anoriaon felt that the halberd wasn't as heavy as it's felt before, he handed it to his uncle. "Uncle, it feels light, too light, I can't see anything wrong with it can you" his uncle had a problem holding up the heavy halberd.
He handed it back to his nephew who could hold the halberd one handed with ease, even though his uncle who was only a few years past his prime at 35.
He looked older, but the world is dark and full of terrors so the world made Ser Ianñ look and sound tougher.
Ser Ianñ raised an eyebrow at this, he's 15, and he's far stronger then a 35 year old man who's been in a war, he hasn't even entered his prime yet.
"My boy, your strong, your gonna make those fuckin dirty lannisters remember why they call us the FearStarks, they mock us, even our fellow northerners" said the now fully amoured uncle in a confident manner.
"Aye, yes I will" replied Anoriaon. Anoriaon got some heavier amour then what he was originally gonna wear because he now knew he was strong.
All men have gotten their amour and weapons now. They sit, stand, and talk in the courtyard. Anoriaon went to his balcony that over looked the courtyard with his uncle.
"My loyal soldiers, we will show the dirty lannister scum why they call My family the FearStarks" Anoriaon roared and his soldiers roared back.
He couldn't afford or amour more men currently so he would not go to the villages under his lordship. He would stick with the 540 he had, though it may not seem like a lot it will add up against the tens of thousands if other men coming.
The young lord knew it would be good to have some men recruitable if his men were to be wiped out.
He wanted his current men to practice movements and war drills, but he didn't have time, he wanted to save his kin.
And Robb would know because Anoriaon was one of the closest bannermen, he might think Anoriaon didn't answer the call. And Anoriaon realized it wouldn't work with the thousands of other men. He would have to teach them all.
The men gathered grain and other foods onto wagons. Those wagons would be pulled by mules, donkeys, and horses. Thye had a good variety but not enough of each to completely toe all of them.
Some of the wagons would have to be pulled by men. They started the long march with a young lord at the head of the army.
His uncle rode beside him. The young lord had a Halberd, a quiver of arrows, and a recurve bow.
He was goldy with a halberd even compared to his uncle, he was also really great with a bow and crossbow.
The young lord had has a sudden urge to wield a mace. He didn't want to, he'd never been that good with a mace. Just average.
It would take a half a day to march to winterfell, he had a small force and they had a road which sped up the marching process considerably.
The large band if men sung songs while they marched, it helped their morale.
"Oh, I'm a maid, and I'm pure and fair!
I'll never dance with a hairy bear!
I called a knight, but you're a bear!
All black and brown and covered in hair!
He lifted her high in the air!
He sniffed and roared and he smelled her there!
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair!
When he licked the honey from her hair!
From there to here. From here! To there!
All black and brown and covered with hair!
He smelled that girl on the summer air!
The bear! The bear!
The maiden fair!
And the bear, the bear!
The maiden fair!
And the bear, the bear!
She sighed and she squealed and she kicked the air!
Then she sang: My bear! My bear so fair!
And off they went into the summer air!
The bear, the bear,
And the maiden fair!"
(That is literally the best thing to ever come out of game if thrones)
They soon saw the lanterns of winterfell, they arrived late in the night so it was cold and the men eager to get warmth inside the great keep.
They also saw the encampment made by the men of other houses. "Uncle, help my men make camp, I'll go talk to the acting lord of winterfell" said Anoriaon without looking back at his uncle, just staring at the impenetrable fortress of the north.
His uncle then responded in a resoute tone "Yes my lord" then he yelled "Men follow me"
The young lord rode his horse towards the winterfell outer gates. His tick furry cloak kept him warm and safe from the dark and cold night.
The gates were open wide for many to come in, the young lord rode into the main courtyard. A few other lords were there, like Ricktien karstark, one of his distant kinsmen, Roose Bolton, and a few other lords of minor and major houses in the north.
Fearstarks were in the middle, on a similar standing to the karstarks, but the FearStarks had a lower reputation and were less liked.
"Ahh, the young lord of Throcatore castle, where's your uncle?" Said Roose Bolton while holding onto his leather belt which held a short sword and a long sword.
"Suprised I could recognize you under all that amour. You must be eager to earn glory, you are prepared for war" remarked Roose in his slimely voice.
"My uncle is helping my tired men make their camp, 540 men marching for a half day with no breaks, you can say halberds are heavy" replied the young lord who looked down upon the group from his horse.
"Quite a big halberd you got there. compensating for something?" asked Rickten while laughing, the other laughed with him.
//you have been granted the power of a god and this is how you choose to spend it, getting laughed at, pay them back, with a knife to the back//
Anoriaon then thought 'I must be going crazy, I am hearing voices, I should juts ignore them' he got off his horseand stuck his halberd in the ground.
He conversed with the other lords, his uncle soon came along.
Anoriaon was getting tired, he went down to the camp, he wanted to sleep with his men.
He went to the biggest tent that had his banners flyling around it. It had two beds and a table in the center.
The young lord took off his amour and fell asleep. His uncle woke him up in the morning. "My lord, wake up, last night, The FearStarks were assigned to stay in the north and protect it from raiders, any possible lannister attacks, or any sellswords paid by Tywin"
"Shitty news to wake up too, but I can still gain glory" replied the tired lord. He gathered his amour and put it on, he put on his weapons.
He said "Uncle, do you think it would be OK for me to cut off a foot or two from the halberd, it's far too long" his uncle nodded then said "I was thinking the same thing"
He flashed a small smile on his face for a second. It's hard to hold a heavy stick that's taller then you. The young lord went around the camp, many men were rushing people were packing things up.
Men were walking outside Grey tents with chests. Anoriaon then saw what he was looking for, two men using a saw to make some planks.
He walked over to one and asked "sir I need you saw, only for a second" "the old man replied noticing his fine amour and high quality bow and halberd "Why yes young lord"
He handed over a saw to the grateful lord. Anoriaon quickly saw off a foot and a half. He gave the saw back to the old man.
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