Capítulo 2: Starks of Winterfell
It was three days later that I arrived to a well built fort. Castle as these primitives would call it. The double walls were build around a part of a forest. My senses told me that the structures were built with some sort of energy flowing through it. It wasn't aligned with the Warp, neither was the energy flowing from a small grove of silver-white trees.
The Warp was thinner here as well, I don't know if that is a good thing or not. It gives me a chance to relax my mental shields and fix them properly, the continuous strain of fending off the Warp from the inside is annoying and usually leads to corruption or insanity. Being an avatar of a Warp god doesn't help much when there are 4 cunts trying to break into your mind.
Which reminds me, Draigo. Get that boy a vacation, and a tangerine.
I need to explore the area before I introduce myself to the natives. Thankfully my helmet came with scanners, communicators, visual and auditory enhancers, and other vital lifesaving equipment. I just have to stay away for a while longer, I need to know if I can work work with the natives or if I will need to replace them.
I don't mind crusading, but it'll cut into my vacation time. Also I don't know the time and place. Time is very important, depending on what year it is, some of my plans might need to be expedited. With that thought the surveillance began. What? I'm not going to just rush in head first. It's only three of us right now, if need be I can rush in, but having no support or my sons alongside is going to be a pain in the ass. And I can only stop once I have conquered this planet.
*5 days later*
Geri and Freki were loving their playtime.
Meanwhile I was going over some of the facts I had learned.
The Starks are the Wardens of The North. Their banner is a direwolf. I like them already. The current year is 264 AC by their conventions.
Rickard Stark has inherited the position from his father. Edwyle Stark and Marna Stark died roughly 3 years ago due to tuberculosis.
This world is a dump. The seasons last for years. There is some Warp fuckery happening.
The king of the Seven Kingdoms is a retard, descended from a long line of retards. Not only did they antagonize the largest landmass of their kingdom repeatedly, but every now and then pissed of those loyal to them. Apparently they had dragons, not actual dragons, wyverns but close enough. Now that they no longer have them, it's only a matter of time before they are deposed.
The religion of The North is that of the Old Gods, I don't think these people know what that means, yet.
The flow of for lack of a better term, magic, is thinning. All of it going further north. Something's about to happen in a decade or two. The trees, called heart trees or godswoods absorb some of the energy in the air. They release energy when something dies by their roots. Needs more investigation.
I am not so hesitant to use my abilities here. I feel more at ease. The only reason I held back before was due to the fear of Warp corruption. I can relax and recuperate until I find a Warp crossing and head back to the imperium.
My anti-psyker abilities are changing, growing, evolving. I don't know how, but I can feel it.
That's enough dicking about. Time to introduce myself.
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