Chapitre 43: Bolton Rebellion
So it has come to my attention that someone has plagiarized one of my works, Injustice: The Path to Hell. Basically, staycool1214 has 'written' a new story called Rise of a Splinter Cell but, besides changing the name of the main character and the franchise in which DC is paired with, everything is a word for word copy of my own work, Injustice: The Path to Hell. Now, this really pisses me off because not only did he/she never ask me permission to use my work in this way, he never credited me or my story as the basis for his fic. I'm all for my stories being inspiration for others and if he had ask to use the timeline of events as a basis for his fic I would have agreed. But I have never and will never agree to let someone copy and paste my work word for word.
I know that you have to write out a DMCA but I don't have a clue what I am meant to put on it to explain the situation. So if anyone has an experience or understanding of what to do, please let me know that would be greatly appreciated.
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Grunting, Jon slowly sat up, wincing at the pain that rushed through his body at the movement. Looking around he found himself in a sparsely decorated room with a light fire burning in the corner, Ghost lying beside it. He then looked down to see the various bandages wrapped around his body.
"Good to see you awake, Jon." Owen said as he entered the room with a bowl of water and some food that he placed down in front of Ghost who hungrily feasted upon it. "Was wondering how long you were going to be asleep for, you lazy bastard."
Jon gave a small smile at Owen's jest. "How long was I out?"
"Few days, passed out as soon as we got back." Jon nodded his head, the journey back from the ambush had been long and arduous. The Ironborn had chased after them doggedly and Jon had thought he would die there. By some miracle they managed to get to Deepwood Motte alive where in which the true reality of his injuries struck, and Jon could no longer remain awake.
"What's happened?"
Owen frowned, something that Jon noticed and felt a measure of dread fill him.
"Well, barely thirty of our men survived, the Greatjon is either dead or captured, not sure." That caused Jon to release a deep sigh, the Greatjon had been one of the most experienced and had been pivotal in defending the North. Without him, Jon highly doubted they'd have similar levels of success that they had.
This in turn caused him to think back to the whole reason this began in the first place. Theon's betrayal and it made his anger grow tenfold.
"Rodrik Cassel was beaten at Torrhen's Square by Victarion and his forces. He was on his way back when," Owen paused which Jon took as to mean something terrible was about to come. "When a Bolton force annihilated his force, only a few survivors remained, Rodrik was not amongst them. The Bolton's then marched to Winterfell under the guise that they were here to help and then took the castle."
Jon cursed under his breath, his fists curling tightly to the point his knuckles became white.
"And…"
"There's more?!" Jon exclaimed and Owen reluctantly nodded his head and Jon collapsed backwards.
"The leader of the Bolton force, Ramsay Snow, or Bolton as he fancies himself now proclaimed himself as the new Lord of Winterfell. Has taken Catelyn Stark as his bride and has sent ravens out demanding that all the lords of the North swear fealty to him, or he will kill Rickon and Bran as well as Lady Stark." Owen finished.
There was a pregnant pause, Jon unable to fully comprehend everything he had been told. And when he seemed to finally understand the true weight of the situation, his head just collapsed into his hands.
"It's not all bad news, Jon." Owen eventually muttered upon seeing Jon's situation and he could relate to the man. He had been there when Robb had spoken to him his father the other Mountain clan chiefs, they had been entrusted with defending the North should his attempted negotiations with the Greyjoy's result in a betrayal.
How he predicted it, Owen had one clue.
But they had been given their orders and yet despite their early string of victories, it seemed they had well and truly failed. Their army was stretched thin and barely none-existent. Just being able to beat the Ironborn would be difficult with their current forces, but to deal with a Bolton Rebellion as well?
That was madness.
"Like what?" Jon muttered.
"Lord Mallister should be taking Moat Cailin soon. Our last message from him stated that he should be taking the castle in a weeks' time. That means only a few more days and we'll have an additional six thousand men. And we've also received a number of ravens from various acting lords and ladies stating that they will not support Ramsay and their loyalty is with the Starks."
"And what about those that haven't?" Jon asked.
"I would suggest sending riders to them and trying to figure out their allegiances. The Bolton's have very few friends if any. Their current army seems to be made up entirely of Smallfolk that have taken his threats against Lady Stark and her children seriously. It's a testament to the love the people of the North hold to your family." Owen added the last part more as words of comfort, but he knew it wouldn't do much.
"How many men does Ramsay have?"
"No more than a thousand, though that number seems to be increasing slowly. I doubt he will have any more than two thousand before people stop joining his army." Owen explained.
Jon nodded his head slowly.
"Send riders out to those houses that haven't sent ravens. I want to know where their loyalties lie. In the meantime, we'll just have to wait here until Lord Mallister breaks through from the south."
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Carrots123
Carrots123 Once again, if anyone has any experiecne with a DMCA please let me know as it would mean a great deal. Injustice: The Path to Hell is my favourite story to write. It's something I've spent over a good year or two writing that fic. I've spent dozens of hours researching the DC universe and carefully planning out a timeline of events so to have someone come along and steal all that hard work is really annoying.
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