บท 9: Chapter 10
Right after the meeting Woden could be found in his solar but this one was different as it was in Moat Cailin.
He was disrupted from his thoughts by a knock. "Enter." In came a tall lankish boy almost man. This was Steward Bran Poole, a distant cousin to the Poole in Winterfell.
"My lord, what bothers you?" Bran asked concerned.
"My uncle has summoned my projection and I have just come back. It would seem that we need to speed up most of our projects." Woden said thoughtfully.
"Yes, my lord. But how, we have the funds thanks to your businesses but we don't have the man power. How will we solve this."
"Hmm, I wonder. Send ravens to all lords of the north to send their homeless and we will take them in. Also send one to my uncle to ask him to send any liberated salt wives or any man who wants to surrender and denounce the Drowned God, from the iron islands." Woden ordered.
"How do we know we can trust these people, my lord?"
"I didn't get the tittle of sorcerer just because Poole but because that is what I am and just trust me I have this sorted out."
Bran just shakes his head and walks out to continue his duties.
Woden's plan is to create a smaller version of his giant scrying spell only this time it will point out people whose loyalties lie elsewhere. Those people might just trip and fall into Woden's experiment lab.
He thinks back to a few months ago when he first found his first dragon egg and thinking it huge. Because it was. It is as tall and round as he is. With blue and black coloring.
Thinking it is about time to hatch it he gets up and walks to where he keeps it.
Then stops about the impending doom that he might have put his uncle in and decides to send out thousands of birds later that will send him information on all the lords via his warg powers and his magic.
He thinks to himself 'I should really start teaching acolytes soon, to take some of this magical burden.
Time skip after the rebellion.
Ned Stark has a grim face as he rides next to his so called best friend on their way to either kill his nephew or banish him.
Ned had tried to talk Robert out of it but was as stubborn as a mule sometimes.
As they get closer they spot the Moat Cailin. And the only thought running through their heads is wow.
Obviously some of the towers are being rebuilt but the walls are finished and so is the docks.
What really catches their eyes is the coat of arms flying over the castle and just how many people there are.
Coat of arms)
"What in the bloody hells is going on Ned. I thought this place was run down and a backwater castle. But just look at it. It looks just a tad smaller than Harrenhall." Robert questioned.
"I don't know your grace. It seems that my nephew has been busy." Ned replied.
Robert scoffed and looked onward. "Not for long"
As they drew nearer they saw heads on pikes with different inscriptions that most if the southerners couldn't read. There was another onto of the gate and when Ned stopped to read it he froze.
"Ned what does these blasted signs say." Robert screamed.
"Your grace, the signs hanging on the heads deals with the crimes that those people have committed. R!]÷, M<rder and treason among others. But the sign at the top say 'Beware those who enter are at the mercy of the the Lord of Moat Cailin and Sorcerer of The North. Those who commit crime submit themselves to be judged whether they be small folk or lord. Magic sees all and knows all.'" Ned finished grimly.
Robert tightens his grip and proceeds forward.
When they get close to the gate a guard dressed warmly stops them.
The guard says to wait so that he may inform his lord.
Robert's ire grows by the second. As these people look down on him and even sneer at him. Their king.
After some time they see some one riding something they can't quite tell what, towards them.
When it gets closer they realize some one is riding a mother f<"(ING dragon. The dragon's height seems to be the height of a small house. Looks like it could eat a man in two bites.
At that moment most of the southern lords in attendance faint.
The guard announces. "Woden Frostfyre, lord of Moat Cailin, the Sorcerer of The North, the Kind Dragon and the father of dragons."
Woden looks at the guard and scowls. He didn't know about the last two titles. The Kind Dragone was from the small folk he took in and the ones who he helped from crime to financially. The last one was from his acolytes that had been witnessed to the dragons.
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