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A Rose of Summer in a Land of Winter [RWBY/ASOIAF]
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1 - A Rose Blossom
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From Zero to Hero!
Author Notes: Just something for fun. The idea hit me and I decided to run with it. Probably won't make it into a full blow detailed story and instead will write this in snippets format. For those wondering technically speaking it's also a SI story.
I woke up slowly like always, though I refrained from laying back once more for an extra hour of sleep since I'm supposed to help mother in the kitchen now.
...
Waaaait a minute.
I sat on the bed and looked at my side. My younger brother was still sleeping, check? I looked down on myself and saw a tiny girl of around eight, scratching my head I found out I had shoulder length brown hair. Also check?
Except I also kind of remember being older? And a man?
... I think I'm supposed to be upset at not being a man, but I'm feeling kind of 'meh' about it? Somehow I feel depressed about that.
I'm also in a small village in the Riverlands, being the daughter of a former sellsword who settled down to have kids.
Well fuck, I'm on A Song of Ice and Fire.
Double fuck, I'm a smallfolk on A Song of Ice and Fire.
Triple fuck, I'm a woman smallfolk on A Song of Ice and Fire.
...
"Guess I will never make my own canal, huh?"
~~O~~
"Dad, can you teach me how to use a sword?" I asked my father one of these days and he looked at me from where he was repairing the hole in the wall from a board that became rotten.
"You're a girl, what do you want to use a sword for?"
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons why a poor, defenseless maiden might want to know how to defend herself in this world."
He hit his thumb with the hammer as I said those words and he let out a stream of curses flow from him. Hmm, a bit of variations on cursing compared with my modern day knowledge. I wonder if I can make my variations popular in the future? Food for thought.
"Who taught those things?" He demanded from me, grabbing me on the shoulders with a bit more force than strictly necessary.
"Who taught me what?" I said picture perfect innocence.
He stared at me for a few moments and I didn't give in, thought the large part that was a little girl wanted to squirm on his grip. Finally he sighed before muttering under his breath and releasing me. "I suppose I can teach you a thing or two on how to defend yourself", he relented, "but you have to keep up with your mother's lessons and not skip on helping in the fields, understand? And don't forget looking after your brother."
I nodded at him, with so few children at the village of my own age it was a no brainer. I didn't had much experience killing time playing around, working since an early age to help my parents. As is right and proper for a smallfolk elder girl.
"Speaking of them, I can hear your mother calling you. Now run around."
I didn't heard her saying that, but with my old man memories I knew that was adult speak for 'I want to be alone for a moment'.
~~O~~
Time passed, and my family were amazed at my development. Not that I was a genius or anything, or even a prodigy or something. Hard to be that when you have fragmented memories of another life that had already half faded from time, but also because I didn't knew how to read and write the local language. It sounded like english, but the first time I saw the local script it was nothing at all like english. If I were to guess it was closer to one of Tolkien's elven.
What I did however was soak up the lessons quickly and dedicate far more time into mastering them than a child my age had any right to. Both the traditional womanly arts, such as embroidery (both to use at home and to sell on the local market), sewing, cooking and others, and the self-defense lessons my father gave me. He didn't felt a girl should handle a sword, at least not a girl of eight to nine, but he presented me with a dagger to train.
For some reason he also started teaching me archery and I was doing alright in it though I didn't practice it nearly as much. We also went to hunt on the nearby forest one day, bringing down a rabbit I shot through blind luck. It was delicious.
I guess my father liked the fact that he had a kid which he could spend some quality time with, even if I'm sure he preferred if I were a boy. My old man's memories told me I would probably suck at those things!
"Rose! Come on, we are going to the chapel today!"
I brought my younger brother, Edmond or Ed for short, with me. I had already brushed my hair, taking far more time with it than my old man memories did on his own hair, but guess that's being a girl for you.
"Let's go Ed, time to pay homage to the Seven." I told my younger brother of five. He nodded and we meet our parents at the front of our house, and they were dressed in better clothes than usual.
"Let's go Rose and Edmond", my father Richard said. Taking the hand of my mother Anna we went to the chapel.
As we walked I thought on what I was supposed to do with those old man memories I have. I mean, with few exceptions every noble is a backstabbing asshole, not that I need those foreign memories to know that, but the fact that soon-ish the Ice Zombie Apocalypse, what my old man memories called the Long Night and the invasion by the Others and Wights, will come in this or at least on the next generation. Unless I die young I'm probably guaranteed to see the world go to the seven hells.
But as a member of the smallfolk, as a woman no less, my influence is much more limited, and like my old man memories I don't have the temperament or stomach for certain acts that could potentially land me in a position of influence if I'm really, really lucky.
I don't know what to do.
Gods Old, New and foreign, I don't know what to do.
~~O~~
Looking around I saw a few neighbors talking with my father who had a dead look on his eyes. My mother was inconsolable, as for me? I was angry, angry at the world and the fact that this had happened.
It was just a cold, just a cold, and yet my brother now lay dead on the coffin being buried right now. Fuck this backwards world without proper medicine, fuck this world without the proper education so that a village like this had a proper medic in it. Fuck this world for this fucking medieval stasis in it!
Fuck you G.R.R. Martin, fuck you!
I felt someone hug me, and looking up I saw my father. "It's alright dear, your brother", he sobbed, "he's with the Seven now."
Those words didn't reassure me, specially not when I had heard the other adults saying my father was lucky for 'only' losing a single child up until now.
The sad part was, they said it to lift his spirits and they meant it as that.
Suddenly, some of my old man memories felt so petty now. At least he knew in his heart that he had it much better than some people. Perhaps even I do have it better thn some people.
That doesn't mean the pain is fake though.
~~O~~
Time passed, and I keep dedicating myself to my martial pursuits, if only so I could forget the pain of losing my little brother. Neither my parents had the energy to forbid me from training, specially since I was still as diligent as ever on my duties.
I still fought with my dagger, but father allowed me to practice with his sword sometimes, and he made me a practice one for me to swing around. I was also officially a 'woman', and boy wasn't that a freak out when I saw blood on my bedsheets. My old man memories supplied that something similar happened when his sister also became a woman, though she became one even younger than me at three and ten, or thirteen as my memories insisted.
"Come one Rose we're going to pick up a few things in the market", said my mother and I nodded. Father would stay on the farm to finish some preparations for harvest while I would help my mother on the market. As a notoriously strong girl, and only child besides, it was my duty to help her and I wasn't complaining. If my mother managed to fetch good prices, I could even buy a single pastry.
Of course, that's when everything went wrong.
You see, our farm is a fair bit away from the village proper so we had to walk for a while to reach it. The village was considered safe, but I'm not up to date with the news. For all I knew there would be bandits roaming the village.
Which was exactly what happened right now.
"So", said a horse faced man with his band of brigands, "we got ourselves some easy prey huh? How about you pay the new toll for the road cuties?"
They quickly approached us, getting way closer than comfortable even if they weren't brigands.
"W-we don't want a-any trouble. T-this is all we have", my mother said while giving her coin purse.
The leader looked at the coin purse and frowned, before looking back at my mother. "Say, you have quite a cute kid with you", he said casually, "would be a shame if something happened to her."
"No! Anything but her! Don't touch her you bastards!" She said pulling her own dagger and I cursed at seeing my mother panic and act recklessly. With a moment's notice I was acting, taking my own dagger and stabbing the leader on the groin while my mother slashed at his throat making him fall on the ground choking on his own blood before he could order his goons.
For all the good that it did since they pulled their swords and came after us. Something hit me on the back of the head and my vision blackened out for a moment, and when I woke up again was to the sight of my mother being raped in front of me as someone held me on the ground.
"LET GO OF HER!!!"
The men raping my mother ignored my cry as I felt the man holding me shift his own grip for a moment.
Fucking world with it's fucking evil people made by a fucking sadistic evil fuck!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"
Something inside of me snapped, and I felt a strange power flow on my body, giving me strength while encasing me in a soft white glow. With a violent jerk I threw the man on top of me before punching him on the throat and snapping his neck with absurd ease. Taking his sword I turned back to the group who had paused momentarily to stare at me before I charged at them.
I plunged the sword on the chest of the man currently on top of my mother, almost as if I was slidding a hot knife on butter, before I pulled the blade up and cutting the man in half from chest to shoulder, the two halves of his body opening up and showering me with blood. Of course I used the same motion to swing in an arc towards my next enemy, basically cleaving him shoulder to hip. The other brigands looked at me, and one started to run.
I didn't let them, running as fast as I could, then going even faster, a trail of white rose petals failing behind me just as I stabbed another man on his back. Then another was decapitated.
And another and another and another and another and another and another.
When I realized the sword I was using had snapped in half and I was crushing the remains of one of the bandits with my bare hands. I took a deep breath before going back to my mother to help her up, when I saw her with a stab wound on her stomach.
No no no no no NO!
"MOM!"
"Rose... listen."
"No, hold your breath!" I said while unnaturally quickly I took a few rags and pressed on her wound before tying it up to make pressure. "We're not too far from home, dad can certainly patch you up, he's a former sellsword, he should know those things!"
Without pausing for breath I took my mother in my arms, she felt so light now, before I took off as fast as I could while at the same time trying not to shaker much.
"Rose... I love you."
"MOM!"
~~O~~
Time passed, another funeral came.
I can't help but feel numb now. Only after the whole ordeal passed and I calmed down a little, I realized what I did and what that implied. My old man memories supplied a possible answer to the mystery that was simple for me to verify.
Taking a small knife to my hand I made a small cut, and willing the power I felt before into my hand, I saw the cut slowly closing itself before my eyes.
Aura, the answer my old man memories supplied to me.
The manifestation of your soul, a power from a world that didn't exist from memories that shouldn't be there from another world that didn't exist.
I almost cried right then and there if I didn't felt so numb.
I could have saved my mother if I had awakened her aura, said one part of me, I cold not have worked said another, even if it did you need experience to awaken someone's else aura said a third voice.
Even if it was two against one, it was oh so tempting to fall back into self-loathing. My old man memories had plenty of practice with that one.
Looking at my father nursing a drink, I shook my head before going at his side and hugging him while 'subtly' dropping the drink. He made some half hearted attempts at scolding me before breaking down.
No, I didn't had the luxury of self loathing right now. My father need me, and it's my duty as his daughter to help him.
~~O~~
Time passed and I was fifteen years old, and the Mad King Aerys II finally pushed things too far. I heard rumors about the king burning down Lord Stark so that gave me my timeline at the moment. The Riverlands had just started mobilizing for war and I knew my part of the region wanted to rebel and was raising their banners.
I looked at my sickly father on his deathbed.
I had unlocked his aura at some point, confirming that it was possible, but still he became sick even with the healing abilities of the power. If I were to guess, it was because of heartbreak.
"Rose listen. Soon you will be alone in the world", he said in between labored breaths, "and I can't give you much of an inheritance." He reached for the small cabinet at the side of his bed where his sword was, "take my sword. It's castle forged so it's higher quality than most of what levies and sellswords usually carry. I can't give you the house since the actual owner is our liege lord, but those past few months I sold everything I could to give you a better start on your life."
I grasped at the sword on his side and looked at the coin purse. Everything he owned had suddenly disappeared from the house, and while my father had reassured me I thought some burglar had robbed us.
"If you find a better life somewhere else, please came back and take your family bones with you."
I chocked back a sob while nodding. "I will dad."
"Good good. I advise you to reveal your abilities only to those you trust, but you're a grown woman now and you can make your own decisions. Just take care alright?"
"I will dad."
"It's been so long since I saw my son. I hope your mother took good care of him while they waited for me."
With those parting words, he took one last and peaceful breath, and he was no more.
~~O~~
The funeral was quick and few people attended. He was buried alongside the rest of our family, and it would be a temporary resting place.
I would fight in the war, make a name for myself so I could have some measure of power, then I will make sure the world becomes a place where my family would be proud to live in.
~~~~OOO~~~~
I woke up slowly like always, though I refrained from laying back once more for an extra hour of sleep since I'm supposed to help mother in the kitchen now.
...
Waaaait a minute.
I sat on the bed and looked at my side. My younger brother was still sleeping, check? I looked down on myself and saw a tiny girl of around eight, scratching my head I found out I had shoulder length brown hair. Also check?
Except I also kind of remember being older? And a man?
... I think I'm supposed to be upset at not being a man, but I'm feeling kind of 'meh' about it? Somehow I feel depressed about that.
I'm also in a small village in the Riverlands, being the daughter of a former sellsword who settled down to have kids.
Well fuck, I'm on A Song of Ice and Fire.
Double fuck, I'm a smallfolk on A Song of Ice and Fire.
Triple fuck, I'm a woman smallfolk on A Song of Ice and Fire.
...
"Guess I will never make my own canal, huh?"
~~O~~
"Dad, can you teach me how to use a sword?" I asked my father one of these days and he looked at me from where he was repairing the hole in the wall from a board that became rotten.
"You're a girl, what do you want to use a sword for?"
"Oh, I can think of a few reasons why a poor, defenseless maiden might want to know how to defend herself in this world."
He hit his thumb with the hammer as I said those words and he let out a stream of curses flow from him. Hmm, a bit of variations on cursing compared with my modern day knowledge. I wonder if I can make my variations popular in the future? Food for thought.
"Who taught those things?" He demanded from me, grabbing me on the shoulders with a bit more force than strictly necessary.
"Who taught me what?" I said picture perfect innocence.
He stared at me for a few moments and I didn't give in, thought the large part that was a little girl wanted to squirm on his grip. Finally he sighed before muttering under his breath and releasing me. "I suppose I can teach you a thing or two on how to defend yourself", he relented, "but you have to keep up with your mother's lessons and not skip on helping in the fields, understand? And don't forget looking after your brother."
I nodded at him, with so few children at the village of my own age it was a no brainer. I didn't had much experience killing time playing around, working since an early age to help my parents. As is right and proper for a smallfolk elder girl.
"Speaking of them, I can hear your mother calling you. Now run around."
I didn't heard her saying that, but with my old man memories I knew that was adult speak for 'I want to be alone for a moment'.
~~O~~
Time passed, and my family were amazed at my development. Not that I was a genius or anything, or even a prodigy or something. Hard to be that when you have fragmented memories of another life that had already half faded from time, but also because I didn't knew how to read and write the local language. It sounded like english, but the first time I saw the local script it was nothing at all like english. If I were to guess it was closer to one of Tolkien's elven.
What I did however was soak up the lessons quickly and dedicate far more time into mastering them than a child my age had any right to. Both the traditional womanly arts, such as embroidery (both to use at home and to sell on the local market), sewing, cooking and others, and the self-defense lessons my father gave me. He didn't felt a girl should handle a sword, at least not a girl of eight to nine, but he presented me with a dagger to train.
For some reason he also started teaching me archery and I was doing alright in it though I didn't practice it nearly as much. We also went to hunt on the nearby forest one day, bringing down a rabbit I shot through blind luck. It was delicious.
I guess my father liked the fact that he had a kid which he could spend some quality time with, even if I'm sure he preferred if I were a boy. My old man's memories told me I would probably suck at those things!
"Rose! Come on, we are going to the chapel today!"
I brought my younger brother, Edmond or Ed for short, with me. I had already brushed my hair, taking far more time with it than my old man memories did on his own hair, but guess that's being a girl for you.
"Let's go Ed, time to pay homage to the Seven." I told my younger brother of five. He nodded and we meet our parents at the front of our house, and they were dressed in better clothes than usual.
"Let's go Rose and Edmond", my father Richard said. Taking the hand of my mother Anna we went to the chapel.
As we walked I thought on what I was supposed to do with those old man memories I have. I mean, with few exceptions every noble is a backstabbing asshole, not that I need those foreign memories to know that, but the fact that soon-ish the Ice Zombie Apocalypse, what my old man memories called the Long Night and the invasion by the Others and Wights, will come in this or at least on the next generation. Unless I die young I'm probably guaranteed to see the world go to the seven hells.
But as a member of the smallfolk, as a woman no less, my influence is much more limited, and like my old man memories I don't have the temperament or stomach for certain acts that could potentially land me in a position of influence if I'm really, really lucky.
I don't know what to do.
Gods Old, New and foreign, I don't know what to do.
~~O~~
Looking around I saw a few neighbors talking with my father who had a dead look on his eyes. My mother was inconsolable, as for me? I was angry, angry at the world and the fact that this had happened.
It was just a cold, just a cold, and yet my brother now lay dead on the coffin being buried right now. Fuck this backwards world without proper medicine, fuck this world without the proper education so that a village like this had a proper medic in it. Fuck this world for this fucking medieval stasis in it!
Fuck you G.R.R. Martin, fuck you!
I felt someone hug me, and looking up I saw my father. "It's alright dear, your brother", he sobbed, "he's with the Seven now."
Those words didn't reassure me, specially not when I had heard the other adults saying my father was lucky for 'only' losing a single child up until now.
The sad part was, they said it to lift his spirits and they meant it as that.
Suddenly, some of my old man memories felt so petty now. At least he knew in his heart that he had it much better than some people. Perhaps even I do have it better thn some people.
That doesn't mean the pain is fake though.
~~O~~
Time passed, and I keep dedicating myself to my martial pursuits, if only so I could forget the pain of losing my little brother. Neither my parents had the energy to forbid me from training, specially since I was still as diligent as ever on my duties.
I still fought with my dagger, but father allowed me to practice with his sword sometimes, and he made me a practice one for me to swing around. I was also officially a 'woman', and boy wasn't that a freak out when I saw blood on my bedsheets. My old man memories supplied that something similar happened when his sister also became a woman, though she became one even younger than me at three and ten, or thirteen as my memories insisted.
"Come one Rose we're going to pick up a few things in the market", said my mother and I nodded. Father would stay on the farm to finish some preparations for harvest while I would help my mother on the market. As a notoriously strong girl, and only child besides, it was my duty to help her and I wasn't complaining. If my mother managed to fetch good prices, I could even buy a single pastry.
Of course, that's when everything went wrong.
You see, our farm is a fair bit away from the village proper so we had to walk for a while to reach it. The village was considered safe, but I'm not up to date with the news. For all I knew there would be bandits roaming the village.
Which was exactly what happened right now.
"So", said a horse faced man with his band of brigands, "we got ourselves some easy prey huh? How about you pay the new toll for the road cuties?"
They quickly approached us, getting way closer than comfortable even if they weren't brigands.
"W-we don't want a-any trouble. T-this is all we have", my mother said while giving her coin purse.
The leader looked at the coin purse and frowned, before looking back at my mother. "Say, you have quite a cute kid with you", he said casually, "would be a shame if something happened to her."
"No! Anything but her! Don't touch her you bastards!" She said pulling her own dagger and I cursed at seeing my mother panic and act recklessly. With a moment's notice I was acting, taking my own dagger and stabbing the leader on the groin while my mother slashed at his throat making him fall on the ground choking on his own blood before he could order his goons.
For all the good that it did since they pulled their swords and came after us. Something hit me on the back of the head and my vision blackened out for a moment, and when I woke up again was to the sight of my mother being raped in front of me as someone held me on the ground.
"LET GO OF HER!!!"
The men raping my mother ignored my cry as I felt the man holding me shift his own grip for a moment.
Fucking world with it's fucking evil people made by a fucking sadistic evil fuck!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!"
Something inside of me snapped, and I felt a strange power flow on my body, giving me strength while encasing me in a soft white glow. With a violent jerk I threw the man on top of me before punching him on the throat and snapping his neck with absurd ease. Taking his sword I turned back to the group who had paused momentarily to stare at me before I charged at them.
I plunged the sword on the chest of the man currently on top of my mother, almost as if I was slidding a hot knife on butter, before I pulled the blade up and cutting the man in half from chest to shoulder, the two halves of his body opening up and showering me with blood. Of course I used the same motion to swing in an arc towards my next enemy, basically cleaving him shoulder to hip. The other brigands looked at me, and one started to run.
I didn't let them, running as fast as I could, then going even faster, a trail of white rose petals failing behind me just as I stabbed another man on his back. Then another was decapitated.
And another and another and another and another and another and another.
When I realized the sword I was using had snapped in half and I was crushing the remains of one of the bandits with my bare hands. I took a deep breath before going back to my mother to help her up, when I saw her with a stab wound on her stomach.
No no no no no NO!
"MOM!"
"Rose... listen."
"No, hold your breath!" I said while unnaturally quickly I took a few rags and pressed on her wound before tying it up to make pressure. "We're not too far from home, dad can certainly patch you up, he's a former sellsword, he should know those things!"
Without pausing for breath I took my mother in my arms, she felt so light now, before I took off as fast as I could while at the same time trying not to shaker much.
"Rose... I love you."
"MOM!"
~~O~~
Time passed, another funeral came.
I can't help but feel numb now. Only after the whole ordeal passed and I calmed down a little, I realized what I did and what that implied. My old man memories supplied a possible answer to the mystery that was simple for me to verify.
Taking a small knife to my hand I made a small cut, and willing the power I felt before into my hand, I saw the cut slowly closing itself before my eyes.
Aura, the answer my old man memories supplied to me.
The manifestation of your soul, a power from a world that didn't exist from memories that shouldn't be there from another world that didn't exist.
I almost cried right then and there if I didn't felt so numb.
I could have saved my mother if I had awakened her aura, said one part of me, I cold not have worked said another, even if it did you need experience to awaken someone's else aura said a third voice.
Even if it was two against one, it was oh so tempting to fall back into self-loathing. My old man memories had plenty of practice with that one.
Looking at my father nursing a drink, I shook my head before going at his side and hugging him while 'subtly' dropping the drink. He made some half hearted attempts at scolding me before breaking down.
No, I didn't had the luxury of self loathing right now. My father need me, and it's my duty as his daughter to help him.
~~O~~
Time passed and I was fifteen years old, and the Mad King Aerys II finally pushed things too far. I heard rumors about the king burning down Lord Stark so that gave me my timeline at the moment. The Riverlands had just started mobilizing for war and I knew my part of the region wanted to rebel and was raising their banners.
I looked at my sickly father on his deathbed.
I had unlocked his aura at some point, confirming that it was possible, but still he became sick even with the healing abilities of the power. If I were to guess, it was because of heartbreak.
"Rose listen. Soon you will be alone in the world", he said in between labored breaths, "and I can't give you much of an inheritance." He reached for the small cabinet at the side of his bed where his sword was, "take my sword. It's castle forged so it's higher quality than most of what levies and sellswords usually carry. I can't give you the house since the actual owner is our liege lord, but those past few months I sold everything I could to give you a better start on your life."
I grasped at the sword on his side and looked at the coin purse. Everything he owned had suddenly disappeared from the house, and while my father had reassured me I thought some burglar had robbed us.
"If you find a better life somewhere else, please came back and take your family bones with you."
I chocked back a sob while nodding. "I will dad."
"Good good. I advise you to reveal your abilities only to those you trust, but you're a grown woman now and you can make your own decisions. Just take care alright?"
"I will dad."
"It's been so long since I saw my son. I hope your mother took good care of him while they waited for me."
With those parting words, he took one last and peaceful breath, and he was no more.
~~O~~
The funeral was quick and few people attended. He was buried alongside the rest of our family, and it would be a temporary resting place.
I would fight in the war, make a name for myself so I could have some measure of power, then I will make sure the world becomes a place where my family would be proud to live in.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Some errors, but lots of potential overall. Have a like!
2 - Stoney Sept, Part 1
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
I was dressed in a leather armor/dress hybrid in red and white, while I had my trusty white cloak with the embroidered stylized rose on the back. As I entered the camp of one of the Riverland lords I heard the whispers around me, until I came near a knight rallying the levies.
"... and you go- what in the seven hells is that?"
Said 'that' he was pointing at was me.
"I heard you were fighting the Mad King", I told the knight, "I came to enlist in the army."
The knight looked at me up and down, before sneering. "When we raised the banners we asked for sons, not daughters!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing", I said while controlling myself. "Still where do I go to wait my orders?"
"Are you daft woman? We don't need you here in the camp, unless you want to warm the bed of some of the soldiers." He let out a loud, cruel laugh and a few other soldiers followed him.
"Oh", I said with a sickeningly sweet smile, "perhaps I should warm your bed then, ser knight?"
He leered at me and was about to open his mouth, when I suddenly grabbed it in an iron like grip, before taking a step and throwing him away in a ballistic trajectory away from me.
"After all", I said with the same sickeningly sweet tone to the people around me who witnessed what I just did, "I'm going to fucking take it over, you sick fuck."
I turned around to the nearest man. "You! Where can I find the commander of this camp? I need to enlist here and I'm going to skip to the top."
The random mook points towards a large tent I'm a bit embarrassed I missed. Blushing I nod at him. "Thank you."
As I calmly walk there I see the witness of my feat part ways to let me walk. A few brave and stupid men try to stop me, only to meet a similar fate. Once I finally see the knight I had previously tossed aside we meet our gaze before I huff in annoyance and continue my walk. I can feel more than see the group of people coming behind me, either to make sure I won't escape or to watch the train wreck that's about to unfold.
As I reach the tent Lord Who-gives-a-damn appear. "What is this commotion?"
"I came to enlist to the army", I said to the man hopefully in charge.
He looked at me up and down. "You're a woman."
"Ser Whats-his-name remarked on that earlier", I said with a chuckle, "said he asked for sons not daughters. I made sure to make my displeasure know."
He looks past me at the gathered people, before the few people that I also tossed aside arrive limping. "My Lord! This woman attacked us!"
I shrugged, "they also didn't wanted to let me in. Before you order my arrest though, why don't you ask them what I did with those two buffoons? I think there's enough witness here to tell you what happened."
They suddenly became nervous, when one of them stepped forward with a limp. "She's a witch! Came to ensorcell you my Lord!"
"And how do I plan to do that, perhaps that's related to your limp, hmm?"
"What is happening here?" Said the Lord losing his patience. "I demand an explanation now!"
"It's better if I show you... and I just saw the perfect example."
As the group parted Ser Whats-his-name came strolling in, face red with rage before I went forwards. As he drew his sword I caught the weapon on the blade with my bare hand before once more grabbing at his face. I drag him back a few paces before looking at my target. Using all my strength I aim at a conveniently placed stack of hay for the horses far back in the camp and I throw him like a missile. Fortunately for him I hit my target cleanly.
Turning back to Lord Who-gives-a-damn I give him a radiant smile. "So, about enlisting in your army?"
He looked a bit pale from my demonstration, before he visibly calmed himself and his eyes became calculating. At least he's smart.
"What do you want? Are you a sellsword?"
I shrug. "Being paid would be nice, but at this moment all I want is an excuse. Just lost the last member of my family and I'm itching for a fight to let out some steam, and decided that the Mad King men was a good target as any."
"I... see. So, standard pay for sellsword?" He said for a moment before looking at me, "and the standard kit for the soldiers. Do you have experience in command?" I shook my head. "Well, if you manage to distinguish yourself on the battlefield we can add some bonus to it. Sounds fair?"
I gave him a thumbs up with a wink and a smile. I held that position for seven seconds.
"... I will take that as a yes." He finally settled before looking around. "What are you all doing! Get back to what you were doing, now!"
The crowd quickly disperse before another knight/lord came in. "Ser Greenwood will give you your essentials while also showing you to our treasurer so he can have your name for you to be paid at the end of the campaign." He said before turning around. I could hear him mutter that he need a drink, before I turned to Ser Greenwood.
"So... where are we going next?"
The knight stared at me for a few moments before shaking his head. "We will meet with the other banners to march at Stoney Sept. It's not far from here."
Stoney Sept huh? Guess I'm not too late for the Battle at the Trident.
Skipping and singing a cherry tune, I readied myself for what's to come.
I can't wait!
"... and you go- what in the seven hells is that?"
Said 'that' he was pointing at was me.
"I heard you were fighting the Mad King", I told the knight, "I came to enlist in the army."
The knight looked at me up and down, before sneering. "When we raised the banners we asked for sons, not daughters!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing", I said while controlling myself. "Still where do I go to wait my orders?"
"Are you daft woman? We don't need you here in the camp, unless you want to warm the bed of some of the soldiers." He let out a loud, cruel laugh and a few other soldiers followed him.
"Oh", I said with a sickeningly sweet smile, "perhaps I should warm your bed then, ser knight?"
He leered at me and was about to open his mouth, when I suddenly grabbed it in an iron like grip, before taking a step and throwing him away in a ballistic trajectory away from me.
"After all", I said with the same sickeningly sweet tone to the people around me who witnessed what I just did, "I'm going to fucking take it over, you sick fuck."
I turned around to the nearest man. "You! Where can I find the commander of this camp? I need to enlist here and I'm going to skip to the top."
The random mook points towards a large tent I'm a bit embarrassed I missed. Blushing I nod at him. "Thank you."
As I calmly walk there I see the witness of my feat part ways to let me walk. A few brave and stupid men try to stop me, only to meet a similar fate. Once I finally see the knight I had previously tossed aside we meet our gaze before I huff in annoyance and continue my walk. I can feel more than see the group of people coming behind me, either to make sure I won't escape or to watch the train wreck that's about to unfold.
As I reach the tent Lord Who-gives-a-damn appear. "What is this commotion?"
"I came to enlist to the army", I said to the man hopefully in charge.
He looked at me up and down. "You're a woman."
"Ser Whats-his-name remarked on that earlier", I said with a chuckle, "said he asked for sons not daughters. I made sure to make my displeasure know."
He looks past me at the gathered people, before the few people that I also tossed aside arrive limping. "My Lord! This woman attacked us!"
I shrugged, "they also didn't wanted to let me in. Before you order my arrest though, why don't you ask them what I did with those two buffoons? I think there's enough witness here to tell you what happened."
They suddenly became nervous, when one of them stepped forward with a limp. "She's a witch! Came to ensorcell you my Lord!"
"And how do I plan to do that, perhaps that's related to your limp, hmm?"
"What is happening here?" Said the Lord losing his patience. "I demand an explanation now!"
"It's better if I show you... and I just saw the perfect example."
As the group parted Ser Whats-his-name came strolling in, face red with rage before I went forwards. As he drew his sword I caught the weapon on the blade with my bare hand before once more grabbing at his face. I drag him back a few paces before looking at my target. Using all my strength I aim at a conveniently placed stack of hay for the horses far back in the camp and I throw him like a missile. Fortunately for him I hit my target cleanly.
Turning back to Lord Who-gives-a-damn I give him a radiant smile. "So, about enlisting in your army?"
He looked a bit pale from my demonstration, before he visibly calmed himself and his eyes became calculating. At least he's smart.
"What do you want? Are you a sellsword?"
I shrug. "Being paid would be nice, but at this moment all I want is an excuse. Just lost the last member of my family and I'm itching for a fight to let out some steam, and decided that the Mad King men was a good target as any."
"I... see. So, standard pay for sellsword?" He said for a moment before looking at me, "and the standard kit for the soldiers. Do you have experience in command?" I shook my head. "Well, if you manage to distinguish yourself on the battlefield we can add some bonus to it. Sounds fair?"
I gave him a thumbs up with a wink and a smile. I held that position for seven seconds.
"... I will take that as a yes." He finally settled before looking around. "What are you all doing! Get back to what you were doing, now!"
The crowd quickly disperse before another knight/lord came in. "Ser Greenwood will give you your essentials while also showing you to our treasurer so he can have your name for you to be paid at the end of the campaign." He said before turning around. I could hear him mutter that he need a drink, before I turned to Ser Greenwood.
"So... where are we going next?"
The knight stared at me for a few moments before shaking his head. "We will meet with the other banners to march at Stoney Sept. It's not far from here."
Stoney Sept huh? Guess I'm not too late for the Battle at the Trident.
Skipping and singing a cherry tune, I readied myself for what's to come.
I can't wait!
- Location
- U.s.a.
I would have high tail it straight to Essos and then rise in power, preferably through orchestrating a slave rebellion in the slavers bay and pounding the horse lords into submission.
By the time of canon I'm pretty sure Essos will be in my hands. That's power, and the Ice Zombies will face a professional army armed with obsidian along with a certain disposed Targaryen princess commandeering dragons in my retinue.
By the time of canon I'm pretty sure Essos will be in my hands. That's power, and the Ice Zombies will face a professional army armed with obsidian along with a certain disposed Targaryen princess commandeering dragons in my retinue.
Well, it's conveniently already been established that she can unlock people's Aura.
Ghostdevil
The Devil of Ghosts
- Location
- United States
What is this? A non Jaune rwby fic?
FROM RYUAN? what is this heresy?
FROM RYUAN? what is this heresy?
kairuf
(Verified Kaiger) (Not the Siberian)
- Location
- The land of Potatoes
Driven by Apathy
Formerly known as Brain_Caster
A SI into ASOIAF who is not a noble or otherwise in a position of political power? Said SI having RWBY-based superpowers? And the superpowered SI in female, which comes with certain expectations in Westerosi society, but she doesn't give a **** about those expectations? Yeah, this could all be a recipe for some highly amusing mayhem.
I hope she doesn't become a ruler or too closely aligned to any political faction. Not that there aren't lots of good stories like that already... but, well, there are lots of stories like that already.
I hope she doesn't become a ruler or too closely aligned to any political faction. Not that there aren't lots of good stories like that already... but, well, there are lots of stories like that already.
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You forgot to mention: A RWBY crossover where someone with abilities from Remnant is inserted in a world where Aura and Semblances and shit don't exist, but people in the other setting actually can have their aura unlocked! *gasp*
Seriously. Chekov's gun is locked and loaded.
3 - Stoney Sept, Part 2
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
We marched quickly, and the knight commanding my section of the army was a man of few words, but that was fine by me. I made sure to go to the front lines to be the first to fight against the enemy.
Still even with the fast pace of the march it felt like it was a casual stroll for me. Thanks to my aura and training I was faring much better than the levies behind me.
"Why do you want to fight?"
Looking at my side I saw a knight from another company? Section? Somewhere else. I didn't recognized him, but then again before coming here I had no ties with knights of any sort.
"I want to make a name for myself", I answered before looking back forwards, "I heard someone say once that if you kill a thousand men you can become a hero. If I want a say in how things are run, I need to start somewhere."
He barked out a laugh. "Only if you were a commander you could get that number, and only over several battles. It's not impossible for a skilled fighter to distinguish himself, or herself in your case, on the battlefield and be handsomely rewarded."
"I'm after more than mere money", I said with a grim tone. He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head and going back to his own duties.
Afterwards I focused more on the march, until we finally meet with the banners of the rest of the Riverlands and with the North. After some small reorganization of the army we continued our march towards Stoney Sept. Some more time later, we could see the hill of where the city was on the horizon.
My vision wasn't much better than before my aura was awakened, but it was still good enough to see the town walls from here. We weren't too far away now, and soon we would link with Robert's army.
~~O~~
Of course nothing goes according to plan, but for me this works just fine. As we came near the town we found out that the opponent's army was already there. Not wasting any time I did my thing and rushed ahead of the army by myself.
In a flash leaving a trail of white rose petals I arrived at the town and saw the place full of enemy soldiers.
Peeerrrrfect.
I drew my sword, and pulling up my hood I pointed at the nearest enemy before I moved.
One moment there was a group of soldiers there, the next five of them were hitting the ground as pieces of them fell down, from large parts of their bodies to whole and pieces of their heads.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!" Yelled one man before the top of his head separated from the rest, neatly cut from the middle of his mouth.
I paused for a single instant to clean up the blood of my blade with a simple sweep, before looking at another group of soldiers staring at me horrified, and once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.
~~O~~
"What in the seven hells is happening?" Said one of the commanders of the loyalist army. "What's this fuss about?"
"My Lord, there's something running along the streets killing our men!"
"'Something'", said the commander in a disbelieving tone, "can't you be more specific than that?"
"The surviving archers we positioned on the roofs watched a person wearing a white cloak with a red rose embroidered appearing on the street, disappearing from view before reappearing near a group of soldiers and their corpses falling on the ground in pieces. This feat repeated itself over and over starting from the north gate. The few that tried to take shots at this, this monster, meet the same fate."
"Seven, such thing is impossible, you're talking about powerful sorcery here! What manner of man could do that?"
"W-woman, my Lord."
"What?"
"T-the survivors of t-this massacre said the white cloaked person was w-wearing some kind of dress."
"A Witch", whispered the commander, "the rebels have a witch in their ranks. Seven, what the world came to?"
"My Lord!" Said another knight rushing at the commander, "the rebel army is coming in from all gates! They surrounded the town!"
The commander cursed, "damn, someone inform the Lord Hand. We have to rally the soldiers!"
~~O~~
As the army rushed inside the town I spent some time resting to catch my breath. I don't know how many of the enemy soldiers I killed, but it was a rather large number for a single person. A hundred? Two hundred? The only thing I know is that several streets and roofs have corpses laying around where I passed.
*whack!*
I rubbed my head from the pain of taking that arrow on my head, before turning myself to where the shot came and seeing the likely culprit. As the unfortunate archer noticed I saw him he took a step back before I was already at his side, sword mid swing cleaving at this head before once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.
From my new vantage point I could see the fighting taking place on the streets, and I knew things would start to get complicated since I didn't knew who was an ally and who was an enemy in this chaotic melee.
Thus my focus would change from 'wanton slaughter' to 'precision strikes' with my speed and ability to basically bypass the enemy lines and reach the commanders. Then again the commanders of this time often fought personally so it will still be like finding a needle in a haystack, and trust me I hate when that happens.
I need someone to identify the targets for me.
~~O~~
"Hey you, Baratheon or Targaryen?"
"AAHHH!!!" The knight I approached in the middle of the crowd of other soldiers jumped and turned to me. "Seven hells, where did you came from?"
"No time, I'm a sellsword fighting for the Riverlands army. Are you with the Baratheons or the Targaryens?"
While the good rule of thumb of 'whoever is in plate is a knight or Lord and thus an officer' helped tell me who I should focus my attention on, I couldn't just go around asking everyone if they were enemies or allies. I need something more concrete than that.
"Baratheon." He said, "well, actually it's Arryn. My name is Denys Arryn, newphew of Lord Jon Arryn."
Good enough. "I need someone to tell me which officers of the enemy army I should kill, since I don't know who is who. You just volunteered for that, unless you're doing something right now?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe leading the troo- what the?"
He was interrupted mid sentence as I caught an arrow that was coming straight for his face. "Excuse me for a moment", with those words I reappeared on the nearby roof and took down the archer hiding there.
"OH GODS SHE'S H-!"
*slink*
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!"
*slink* *slink* slink*
"RETREAT RETREAT R-"
*slink* *slink*
"Hey", I said back into the side of Denys, "so if you're too busy can you spare someone knowledgeable for me?"
"Bu, wha, WHUT?" He said looking back and forth from the roof and back to where I was.
"Yes, I did do what you just saw. Been doing this since I arrived at this town, please keep up. So, about my spotter?"
He stared at me hard, before shaking his head. "Cormwall, come here!" He said and another knight came running. "Accompany..."
"Rose."
"Rose to her self appointed task and tell us who is who in the enemy army. If she can repeat what she just did now we can kill the leadership and deal a massive blow to the enemy."
"I suggest barring the town gates so that the enemy can't escape. Without leadership they will be in chaos and it will be easy picking for us."
"I will tell Lord Stark of your suggestion", said Denys Arryn, "now go and help us win this war."
"Alright! Ser Cormwall, hang on!"
"Wha-"
Picking him up from the waist, I once more disappeared from the place leaving a trail of white petals.
~~O~~
"Who picked her up?" Said Denys to another knight at his side while they advanced through the town where the meele was growing thicker.
"Wasn't she supposed to be a sellsword from the Riverlands?"
"Someone would have heard of her if that was true, that or someone truly, undoubtedly pissed her off if she decided to come out of obscurity right now."
A common foot soldier accompanying the group of knights looked at them. "At least she's on our side."
The knights looked at each other before giving each other a grim nod.
Thank the gods, Old and New.
~~O~~
"... and that one is Lord Hand Jon Connington", whispered the knight as we were on the roof hiding, at our fourth or so raid when we struck gold. "You kill him and the army will be without leader. In fact a good portion of the leadership of the loyalists is nearby."
I nodded, "no rebel army around them? I can simply kill everyone in plate here and it won't kill anyone on our side?"
He peeked from behind the wall before nodding. "Nobody from our side reached this part of the town yet."
I grinned, and pulling up my hood I jumped down landing in clear view of the Lord Hand. "Hello Lord Hand", I said while waving at him with my left arm, before I was already at his side and he was falling down on the ground being cut from hip to shoulder into two halves.
"Good bye Lord Hand."
Those around me were stunned at the sight, silent and frozen at my display. I straightened up and gave them all a warm smile.
"You can panic now."
All hell broke loose, with some charging at me while others ran for it. In the end it was all the same, with them all falling to my blade. In a manner of moments the square I was standing was bathed with the blood and gore of the loyalist army. The rest would soon come attracted by the sound of combat and screams, but I think I had about three to five minutes.
As Ser Cormwall jumped down from the roofs himself he looked a bit ill at the display of carnage around me. "Hmm, I don't know if I should cut off the head of the commander to get a recompense or something. What do you think Ser Cormwall?"
"Don't worry, I will vouch for you to Lord Stark later. Shouldn't we be running now?"
I turned around and heard the reinforcements coming this way. "Yeah, let's go."
~~O~~
The battle raged for some more time before I could see a stream of people retreating to the gates, until they realized it was locked and barred. At this point the melee resumed for some more time, but soon the enemy soldiers surrendered as they realized that the larger part of their leadership rested in pieces, thanks to yours truly.
After rounding up the prisoners the battle was officially over, and I went to meet with the high command to make sure they knew what I did. As I approached them near the sept the place doors opened and someone in plate, yellow shirt with a black stag on the center and a helm with stag horns came to greet me.
"Hey you, are you a knight?" Said the obviously important man in front of me. I shook my head and he nodded. "Want to become one, right here right now?"
"Sure!" I chirped, nodding happily at him. "I'd love to!"
He took off his helm and I could see a rather handsome man with trimmed beard, short dark hair and blue eyes staring at me. I couldn't help but blush at the sight. "Somebody fetch me a sword so I can knight this woman! Name's Robert Baratheon by the way, I could see that you didn't knew who was who from the bell tower of the Sept."
"Charmed." I said still a bit hot. "Does that mean I got the attention of important people?"
He laughed. "Trust me, you got more than simple attention from the army!"
Great!
Phase one of my plan is a go!
Now if only I knew what phase two and three looked like...
Still even with the fast pace of the march it felt like it was a casual stroll for me. Thanks to my aura and training I was faring much better than the levies behind me.
"Why do you want to fight?"
Looking at my side I saw a knight from another company? Section? Somewhere else. I didn't recognized him, but then again before coming here I had no ties with knights of any sort.
"I want to make a name for myself", I answered before looking back forwards, "I heard someone say once that if you kill a thousand men you can become a hero. If I want a say in how things are run, I need to start somewhere."
He barked out a laugh. "Only if you were a commander you could get that number, and only over several battles. It's not impossible for a skilled fighter to distinguish himself, or herself in your case, on the battlefield and be handsomely rewarded."
"I'm after more than mere money", I said with a grim tone. He looked at me for a moment before shaking his head and going back to his own duties.
Afterwards I focused more on the march, until we finally meet with the banners of the rest of the Riverlands and with the North. After some small reorganization of the army we continued our march towards Stoney Sept. Some more time later, we could see the hill of where the city was on the horizon.
My vision wasn't much better than before my aura was awakened, but it was still good enough to see the town walls from here. We weren't too far away now, and soon we would link with Robert's army.
~~O~~
Of course nothing goes according to plan, but for me this works just fine. As we came near the town we found out that the opponent's army was already there. Not wasting any time I did my thing and rushed ahead of the army by myself.
In a flash leaving a trail of white rose petals I arrived at the town and saw the place full of enemy soldiers.
Peeerrrrfect.
I drew my sword, and pulling up my hood I pointed at the nearest enemy before I moved.
One moment there was a group of soldiers there, the next five of them were hitting the ground as pieces of them fell down, from large parts of their bodies to whole and pieces of their heads.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!" Yelled one man before the top of his head separated from the rest, neatly cut from the middle of his mouth.
I paused for a single instant to clean up the blood of my blade with a simple sweep, before looking at another group of soldiers staring at me horrified, and once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.
~~O~~
"What in the seven hells is happening?" Said one of the commanders of the loyalist army. "What's this fuss about?"
"My Lord, there's something running along the streets killing our men!"
"'Something'", said the commander in a disbelieving tone, "can't you be more specific than that?"
"The surviving archers we positioned on the roofs watched a person wearing a white cloak with a red rose embroidered appearing on the street, disappearing from view before reappearing near a group of soldiers and their corpses falling on the ground in pieces. This feat repeated itself over and over starting from the north gate. The few that tried to take shots at this, this monster, meet the same fate."
"Seven, such thing is impossible, you're talking about powerful sorcery here! What manner of man could do that?"
"W-woman, my Lord."
"What?"
"T-the survivors of t-this massacre said the white cloaked person was w-wearing some kind of dress."
"A Witch", whispered the commander, "the rebels have a witch in their ranks. Seven, what the world came to?"
"My Lord!" Said another knight rushing at the commander, "the rebel army is coming in from all gates! They surrounded the town!"
The commander cursed, "damn, someone inform the Lord Hand. We have to rally the soldiers!"
~~O~~
As the army rushed inside the town I spent some time resting to catch my breath. I don't know how many of the enemy soldiers I killed, but it was a rather large number for a single person. A hundred? Two hundred? The only thing I know is that several streets and roofs have corpses laying around where I passed.
*whack!*
I rubbed my head from the pain of taking that arrow on my head, before turning myself to where the shot came and seeing the likely culprit. As the unfortunate archer noticed I saw him he took a step back before I was already at his side, sword mid swing cleaving at this head before once more I disappeared leaving a trail of white rose petals.
From my new vantage point I could see the fighting taking place on the streets, and I knew things would start to get complicated since I didn't knew who was an ally and who was an enemy in this chaotic melee.
Thus my focus would change from 'wanton slaughter' to 'precision strikes' with my speed and ability to basically bypass the enemy lines and reach the commanders. Then again the commanders of this time often fought personally so it will still be like finding a needle in a haystack, and trust me I hate when that happens.
I need someone to identify the targets for me.
~~O~~
"Hey you, Baratheon or Targaryen?"
"AAHHH!!!" The knight I approached in the middle of the crowd of other soldiers jumped and turned to me. "Seven hells, where did you came from?"
"No time, I'm a sellsword fighting for the Riverlands army. Are you with the Baratheons or the Targaryens?"
While the good rule of thumb of 'whoever is in plate is a knight or Lord and thus an officer' helped tell me who I should focus my attention on, I couldn't just go around asking everyone if they were enemies or allies. I need something more concrete than that.
"Baratheon." He said, "well, actually it's Arryn. My name is Denys Arryn, newphew of Lord Jon Arryn."
Good enough. "I need someone to tell me which officers of the enemy army I should kill, since I don't know who is who. You just volunteered for that, unless you're doing something right now?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe leading the troo- what the?"
He was interrupted mid sentence as I caught an arrow that was coming straight for his face. "Excuse me for a moment", with those words I reappeared on the nearby roof and took down the archer hiding there.
"OH GODS SHE'S H-!"
*slink*
"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!"
*slink* *slink* slink*
"RETREAT RETREAT R-"
*slink* *slink*
"Hey", I said back into the side of Denys, "so if you're too busy can you spare someone knowledgeable for me?"
"Bu, wha, WHUT?" He said looking back and forth from the roof and back to where I was.
"Yes, I did do what you just saw. Been doing this since I arrived at this town, please keep up. So, about my spotter?"
He stared at me hard, before shaking his head. "Cormwall, come here!" He said and another knight came running. "Accompany..."
"Rose."
"Rose to her self appointed task and tell us who is who in the enemy army. If she can repeat what she just did now we can kill the leadership and deal a massive blow to the enemy."
"I suggest barring the town gates so that the enemy can't escape. Without leadership they will be in chaos and it will be easy picking for us."
"I will tell Lord Stark of your suggestion", said Denys Arryn, "now go and help us win this war."
"Alright! Ser Cormwall, hang on!"
"Wha-"
Picking him up from the waist, I once more disappeared from the place leaving a trail of white petals.
~~O~~
"Who picked her up?" Said Denys to another knight at his side while they advanced through the town where the meele was growing thicker.
"Wasn't she supposed to be a sellsword from the Riverlands?"
"Someone would have heard of her if that was true, that or someone truly, undoubtedly pissed her off if she decided to come out of obscurity right now."
A common foot soldier accompanying the group of knights looked at them. "At least she's on our side."
The knights looked at each other before giving each other a grim nod.
Thank the gods, Old and New.
~~O~~
"... and that one is Lord Hand Jon Connington", whispered the knight as we were on the roof hiding, at our fourth or so raid when we struck gold. "You kill him and the army will be without leader. In fact a good portion of the leadership of the loyalists is nearby."
I nodded, "no rebel army around them? I can simply kill everyone in plate here and it won't kill anyone on our side?"
He peeked from behind the wall before nodding. "Nobody from our side reached this part of the town yet."
I grinned, and pulling up my hood I jumped down landing in clear view of the Lord Hand. "Hello Lord Hand", I said while waving at him with my left arm, before I was already at his side and he was falling down on the ground being cut from hip to shoulder into two halves.
"Good bye Lord Hand."
Those around me were stunned at the sight, silent and frozen at my display. I straightened up and gave them all a warm smile.
"You can panic now."
All hell broke loose, with some charging at me while others ran for it. In the end it was all the same, with them all falling to my blade. In a manner of moments the square I was standing was bathed with the blood and gore of the loyalist army. The rest would soon come attracted by the sound of combat and screams, but I think I had about three to five minutes.
As Ser Cormwall jumped down from the roofs himself he looked a bit ill at the display of carnage around me. "Hmm, I don't know if I should cut off the head of the commander to get a recompense or something. What do you think Ser Cormwall?"
"Don't worry, I will vouch for you to Lord Stark later. Shouldn't we be running now?"
I turned around and heard the reinforcements coming this way. "Yeah, let's go."
~~O~~
The battle raged for some more time before I could see a stream of people retreating to the gates, until they realized it was locked and barred. At this point the melee resumed for some more time, but soon the enemy soldiers surrendered as they realized that the larger part of their leadership rested in pieces, thanks to yours truly.
After rounding up the prisoners the battle was officially over, and I went to meet with the high command to make sure they knew what I did. As I approached them near the sept the place doors opened and someone in plate, yellow shirt with a black stag on the center and a helm with stag horns came to greet me.
"Hey you, are you a knight?" Said the obviously important man in front of me. I shook my head and he nodded. "Want to become one, right here right now?"
"Sure!" I chirped, nodding happily at him. "I'd love to!"
He took off his helm and I could see a rather handsome man with trimmed beard, short dark hair and blue eyes staring at me. I couldn't help but blush at the sight. "Somebody fetch me a sword so I can knight this woman! Name's Robert Baratheon by the way, I could see that you didn't knew who was who from the bell tower of the Sept."
"Charmed." I said still a bit hot. "Does that mean I got the attention of important people?"
He laughed. "Trust me, you got more than simple attention from the army!"
Great!
Phase one of my plan is a go!
Now if only I knew what phase two and three looked like...
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- Location
- USA
Ha! She massively just changed the plot didn't she? Oh this is going to be good.
I wonder what land she gains in the future?
I wonder what land she gains in the future?
- Location
- Ukraine
My first thought at the end there: Bobby B with Aura - Westeros is not ready. It's unlikely to happen considering the man's character isn't exactly trustworthy but the sheer idea of that mountain of brawn on soul steroids is terrifying.
I have to admit, you've caught my interest here, ryuan. I can't help but wonder if/when the other shoe will drop, be it a Grimm Apocalypse, someone else with Aura but far less benign motivations, or literally Tywin getting his hands on a Death Star, and that guesswork in itself shows that I've become invested in the story.
I have to admit, you've caught my interest here, ryuan. I can't help but wonder if/when the other shoe will drop, be it a Grimm Apocalypse, someone else with Aura but far less benign motivations, or literally Tywin getting his hands on a Death Star, and that guesswork in itself shows that I've become invested in the story.
Driven by Apathy
Formerly known as Brain_Caster
Bwahaha..... plan? What plan? Yeah, she's a wandering murderhobo indeed... pardon me, I meant to say "adventurer", of course.
The Tyrells are currently counted among the rebels' enemies. Maybe Rose can wipe them out and claim Highgarden as her reward?
(And then immediately abandon it, because it's boring.)
There won't be a Battle of the Trident. The core of the army Rhaegar would have led there was just annihilated.
Also, Rhaegar's head would be seperated from his shoulders before he could even lift his sword, or Robert his warhammer.
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Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Summer Rose goes to Ruby Ford
ryuan
From Zero to Hero!
<Rose> If the Tyrells have anything to say to my symbol they can come and take their complains to me.
While Rose is a fearsome fighter, it's also show in this update that she's a scarily competent assassin if she gets her mind to it. Granted it's Naruto ninja type of Assassin, but sometimes you just want to run through a battlefield with a Chidori in your hands to get the job done.
I'm thinking on posting this on Alternate History.com, should I?
While Rose is a fearsome fighter, it's also show in this update that she's a scarily competent assassin if she gets her mind to it. Granted it's Naruto ninja type of Assassin, but sometimes you just want to run through a battlefield with a Chidori in your hands to get the job done.
I'm thinking on posting this on Alternate History.com, should I?