Capítulo 39: Chapter 39
Cyrus had been busy after his fight with the Night King. Putting together Siege engines, Catapults, Ballista, Demolishers, Mortars, Steam and Spider tanks. Anything that could be used to fight large hordes of enemies. It helped that parts were being made by the new profession driven populace. The love and respect for the Starks only increased due to the improvements in everyone's lives. Now even commoners lived comfortably in the north, food became much more delicious due to the cooking profession.
The Starks kept the north moving and preparing for war, even though the northerners didn't fully believe in the enemy unless they went beyond the wall themselves, they still did their parts. Especially the Free Folk and Night Watch, when the castles started receiving new weapons from the Starks and other houses most were so excited they even forgot most of their troubles and actually began to intermingle more together. Meeting each other beyond the wall fighting the undead brought both groups together.
Humans can be as different and divided amongst each other as any race, they will fight amongst themselves for the smallest of infractions. Give them all a common enemy and humans bond together better than any, humans may not be the strongest or smartest race but they are innovative when given the drive.
Competition drives innovation, everyone wants to be the best. If there's just one blacksmith or carpenter, why would he innovate anything? You could only buy from him, but if there's ten of that profession well now they need to innovate to make their products better than the others.
Cyrus enjoyed not having to work as hard in building the siege weapons, he regretted a bit that he brought guns and such destructive weapons into the world but he knew it was an eventuality anyway. He just brought it forward by a few generations.
Cyrus planned to watch Thoros fight in the melee, he had heard that he too became a paladin and wanted to see how he progressed. He planned on releasing the abomination onto Thoros if he won the melee, see how he can handle one of those giant pains in the arse. If you didn't down them fast enough they blew themselves up damaging friends and foe alike.
He had also used this time to get his physical capabilities in melee combat improved, his fight with the Night King showed him areas he needed to improve. He was too rigid, taking the impacts head-on instead of mitigating the force. He was blending the classes but his footwork and angle of attacks were too aggressive for strong opponents, he was so used to fighting weaker opponents he hadn't changed his fighting tactics.
He also began his search in Essos, Alexstrasza remaining ever by his side in her High Elf form due to a large red dragon being hard to miss. So they both travelled about as incognito as two people in a hooded cloak riding a motorcycle could get.
"What? You expect me to summon my war stead? Why would I ride one horse when I can ride 650 horses at once?" Cyrus shrugged as he responded to Alexstrasza giving him a look of bewilderment after he had her dress in a cloak and pulled out the [Mechano-hog].
He had gotten more portal locations on Essos while he searched around for signs of the time stasis rifts that other heroes were trapped in.
Cyrus was able to get a location for the Company of the Rose from Braavosi, he heard that they had an office in Lys. They had been granted a property by the city lord for their help during the War of Unification, so finally having a destination to drop off the letter his father wrote he made his way to Lys.
After riding Alexstrasza to get to Lys quickly, using the darkness of the night as cover they were able to make it to Lys unseen. Upon entering the city Cyrus was amazed at the sight. He saw a large white stone monolith just east of the center of the city, a pale-orange stone Temple of R'hillor along with a few other temples. Walking the bustling streets, they pass the Rogare Bank and Sathmantes' Mint he finally located a small building with a sign saying it was the local branch Company of the Rose.
Entering the building, Cyrus scanned the building's layout. It was designed like a tavern, they served alcohol it seemed and had many little meeting areas that surrounded a larger area near where the bar was. Seeing a few men and women scattered amongst the area, many just continued on with what they were doing after eyeing him. Cyrus knew they were still keeping their eyes on him but pretended not to, he made his way to the bar where an older man with a grey head of hair and beard was tending the bar. The man looked to be in his late sixties early seventies but was definitely a battle veteran, his eyes trained on Cyrus and Alexstrasza ready for action if needed.
After arriving in front of the bar counter Cyrus removed the hood so that he could talk face to face with the man, he knew if they really were northerners they wouldn't appreciate any hiding or manipulation tactics. As soon as he removed his hood the rest of the room went silent, when he had used his arms to remove the hood the Stark wolf sigil could be seen on his upper arm.
"I'm looking for the boss, I have an important letter for him or her." Cyrus commented as he placed two gold dragons in front of the man.
"You don't look like a Stark boy, I hope you know wearing that sigil around here like that will get you in trouble." The man replied, not even looking at the gold coins.
"Oh, care to test if I'm true-born or not. I was told by my father I would find true northerners here, but I see no northern hospitality. If you wanna come then come, I got some southerner arse to kick back at home so just bring your best so we can get it done." Cyrus rolled his eyes at the man as he responded back.
"You got balls kid I'll give you that much. Who is your father boy." The old man grunted but did give a smirk.
"I am Cyrus Stark second true-born son of Lord Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, current Hand of the King. So like I said come on with it, I need to pass this letter on." Cyrus replied confidently as he looked to see who would be challenging him.
"Ah, the famed 'War Wolf' of Westeros. Hear that fellas? We got us a celebrity here. Didn't Lord Stark teach you manners, boy?" The old man quipped back at him teasingly, causing many of the others to chuckle.
"Look here old man, I don't know if this heat fried your brain or what but you wanna talk manners. How about you stop calling me boy before I label your face as a punchable one, you don't want to end up like the last guy that got that label. I'm 15 name days old, I may not be a hundred like you OLD MAN but you call me boy again and I'll shove whatever guy attacks me first right up your arse." Cyrus agitatedly answered the man, irritated that the man hasn't been helpful.
Seeing Cyrus getting more irritated the old man just chuckled at him then looked down at the gold dragons took them and pocketed them.
"Well come on then War Wolf out with this letter from your father, lets see what our northern kneeler has to say." The old man stated as he held out his hand.
"Nay, I said to the boss. Their eyes only." Cyrus declined, he didn't want to deal with this guy anymore.
"Well you're looking at him kid, I'm Edric Stark descendant of Roderick Stark line. So I guess that would make you my nephew so hurry it up I got shit to do myself" Edric replied with a toothy grin as he showed his sigil of the wolf.
Shocked by being told he was related to this old fart, Cyrus quickly wanted to deny it but seeing the looks from the others and his ability to detect falsehood he could tell the man wasn't lying.
"What the hell old fart, if you were a Stark the whole time why play games? This hot weather must limit our families brain power. Alexstrasza remind me to stay in the north so I don't go stupid." Cyrus responded incredulously at his supposed however many great uncle as he pulled out the letter.
He handed the sealed letter and a [Jeeves] to the man.
"When you're ready to talk to my father just use that little guy. He will connect you to my father anytime. You can discuss with him, now if you're not busy Uncle why not get us some food and drink before we go." Cyrus asked as his stomach growled at him.
Seeing the weird looking mechanical doll and letter, Edric took them and signaled a server to go prepare the food and drinks as he opened the sealed letter and began reading it.
Shortly after their drinks and some stew were brought in for both of them Edric spoke up.
"Well little nephew there's just one issue with your fathers request. We can't set foot in Westeros."
"What's that supposed to mean? He is the Hand of the King so you do have permission." Cyrus asked questioningly, he couldn't think what he was talking about.
Releasing a long sigh Edric shook his head and explained, "Well it has nothing to do with permission. It's a curse that our ancestors did to themselves, a blood curse. Until the King of Winter returns sitting on the Winter throne we cannot return. Those who have tried died the moment they touched the land of Westeros, so it's a matter of your father still being Warden of the North and not King of the North."
Hearing it was a curse eased Cyrus mind so he replied back confidently, "Well if it's just a curse then that shouldn't be an issue, [Mass Dispel] should work. Or am I mistaken Alexstrasza?"
With his question Cyrus had turned to double check with Alexstrasza since he didn't feel a curse on his northern brethren.
"It is no longer necessary, the curse is already broken. His words aren't entirely correct, probably the true curse conditions were either misinterpreted at some point or purposely altered." Alexstrasza considered only for a moment before replying.
"What is she talking about and who is she? Is this your woman or something kid?" Edric asked in bewilderment as he looked between the two.
"So what was the actual curse, what broke it and when?" Cyrus asked ignoring his uncle's questions.
"Well your ancestors actual curse was they wouldn't be able to return until their royal lineage was returned. The curse was broken fifteen years ago, the moment you were born you brought back the royal bloodline of your house." Alexstrasza explained, which caused Edric to go slack jawed and the hall remained silent.
Edric came out of his shock and after her words sank in and registered what she said, he shot up from his chair in excitement. If what she said was really true then they couldn't be more excited, just a few years after the original ancestors exiled themselves they had regretted placing the blood curse on themselves.
They had done it out of rage for the King of Winter, Torrhen Stark knelt to the Dragon without a fight, they felt he was weak and didn't realize had he not they would've all perished like the rest who refused thru dragons fire. They left their families and friends, being unable to visit or attend funerals or weddings became harder and harder. When word of their families having hardship or anything reached them, it became torturous for them which is how they knew the curse was real. When it was too much for some they tried to go home anyway but died once they set foot on Westeros, every one of them died so from that point on they knew it was pointless.
"So uncle, since there is no curse anymore Company of the Rose is welcome at Winterfell. The North needs men for the upcoming war, we need as many as possible. Winter is coming."
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