As An Eagle Flies (A House Arryn Quest)

[Cyberphilosipher]

Meanwhile in the North: Forrester Edition

(Thorren POV)

252 AL...

You were looking at the massive wall of ice that could be seen for miles… "The Wall, its shittier then in the books, and lession."

You looked to your right at Eamon Degore, the lord of Wolf's Cradle and your houses vassal.

How you got an army of crazed soldiers as a banner man had to do with the reputation of what you wanted, acsess to the sea and a cheaper price on the Iron wood.

But you had one other reason, they could keep a secret and bring them to the graves. It was not an easy thing to ask of them to learn of the North Grove.

You only hoped your brother would be willing to help with this endever once again.

You walked into the courtyard and saw a small assortment of men being given a speech to, your brother giving a few honest truths about what they were going to do for the rest of their short lives.

"And therefore, should you wish to leave...go, I'm not going to stop you, You worthless craven ass is not worth the thread it takes to mend a cloak, and leave your equipment at the door, I can't stomach a theif...NOW GET!!" He shouted.

You saw the crowd leave as you walked forward. "Nice speech, you seem to be getting better at letting them stay."

Your Brother, Eddard, was a Ranger, and a damn good one, able to keep pace and march a dozen miles with over 20 men in a day if a blizzard hadn't come, or so they say.

"Thorren!! What brings you here Big brother!!" He shouted as the courtyard looked and then let them be.

"A few months worth of supplies for the watch, a Few dozen Ironwood shields, spears …"You stated the list as you always do.

"And a favor, one involving, the you know what." You said in a whispery tone as he paled and then looked at your companions.

He looked around and then up at the balcony, Lord Brynden Rivers, was watching over the yard, as any Lord Commander would. The fact Ed, was hesitent to even speak about it was, shall we say...odd, the other lord commanders if they even bothered to listen never cared.

Ed didn't take it well. "Let us go out on a patrol, come on, you have men, help me with this...in exchange for that favor."

You didn't question it, you had enough trust in him to know when things needed to be said.
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A ways away from the wall, a good distance from the Godswood and in a remote clearing in the Haunted forest, your brother breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone dismounted and took a break as you and Ed both walked by an old Ironwood tree.

"Do you have any idea how close you were to giving it away Thorren, I already have trouble enough making sure I have enough to keep my dreams lucid...It is Bloodraven!! You should know better." Your brother said in a harsh whisper before doing a loud shout to scare the hells out of you.

"But I didn't...and to be fair, would he give a damn...don't answer that it's a retorical question." You replied.

"It's Bloodraven, the man with a Wierewood bow and the eye of the old gods." Eddard said seemingly to remind you of who exactly the two of them were dealing with.

You let your mouth be agape and sighed, "Indeed, well it seems you wish to know WHY I'm going to the North Grove then?"

"It would be a joy to know brother." He said feeling upset.

"Well, a few of the men are going to be protector's you know the old man would enjoy the help. A few are blood sacrifices and well I came for knowlage, how to make better steal and weapons and pass it on to the Degore's as a gift for becoming my vassal." You said.

"Oh, we should have just kept it in the family." Ed said.

"If the time comes and we are all but destroyed, I would like to have some insurence on that." You replied.

"The old gods damn you." Ed said.
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Half a Moon of walking, negotiating and fighting across the Far North, you were near the cave, the enterance to the North Grove.

You turned to Eamon Degore and asked him to sit, "I think we can leave them waiting just a little longer. So Eamon, are we all here?"

He gave a sigh. "Yes, though why you asked us to take a few of the Wildlings prisoner is beyond me."

You gave a small smile. "They will help our host."

Then you entered the Cave and went through it. On the Other side was a small forested valley

Your group passed without issue or delay arriving at a small clearing filled with ironwood torches.

Eamon looked around, "My Lord, their's no one here."

You looked around, "There are, there are a dozen people watching us and many more...other eyes in the shadow of the trees."

You took off your great sword and laid it at your feet and took a seat in the snowy ground. "Sit down Eamon, and mind your manners, they don't like rude guests."

The group did so as an older looking man exited a small hut near the base of a massive trunk.

"Forrester!! Do you serve house Forrester!!" He shouted with a notched Arrow.

You gave a nod "I am Thorren Lord of House Forrester!! Here with men who serve me Guardian."

The man was a tall broad man in his early 50's, he was your uncle.

"I fucking figured... I won't waste my warriors on you...why are you even here nephew?" he asked.

"Knowlege, wisdom on how to use it and to give you supplies and...save you the trouble for a few months." You replied as you motioned to the wildlings you lugged around.

He looked at the group. "That's at least six months to a years worth...fine, you have the sacrifices needed to pull it off."

You nodded looking at...all the other more expendable members of your company.

"Eamon, do you remember why I asked to bring men you never trusted with us?" You implied the reason.

He looked at you in concern. "No..NO!! NOO!! These are my men." He said.

"Eamon, they are disloyal men who ran to you to get out of going to the nights watch...you know the punishment for that if it ever got out." You laid down the law on him.

"Fine...this little trip better have been worth all the trouble." He replied.

The ritual to get knowlege on better armor and weapons, surely was worth all the trouble.

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A Fortnight later…

When all was said in done the guardian had one more request for you. "Thorren, I know that you've been a good nephew. I insist you and your freinds take the herb."

The Herb was an old ritual, older then the First men civilization in Westeros, rarely practiced by anyone anymore, there was reason for that.

It brought you to the halls of the First Gods.

Now the First Gods were the gods the First Men worshiped before the Old Gods, the gods of the Great Migration, from a time when the arm of Dorne laid unbroken and man could walk the ocean unhindered.

Old Gods that predated the Old Gods. Rarely mentioned and rarely prayed too. For they were locked in battle with the Great Old Ones beneath the Sea.

You took a pipe of the herbs and prayed to the god of the sky. "DEYUS PHIFER!! I Call upon you."

You blacked out…
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Meanwhile….

Bloodraven took a moment to feel his aching head. "Oh...ARUGG!!"

He looked at the bottle of Mulled wine and then opened his window, "Oh, its too early to drink the hard stuff."

He laid back in his chair, deep in thought. "Oh what the hell I'm going to be leaving soon."

He opened the bottle and grabbed his cup.
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An hour later Thorren came down from the drugs.

"Oh my head...Oh did I lose the debate. Oh...EAMON once your finished!! WE are leaving, we've done what we came here for." You said.

"AHHHH WHY IS THE SNOW ON FIRE LORD!!" Eamon shouted.

"Should I be worried." You said looking at your uncle.

"Oh...he's just talking to the Storm God he'll be fine once he comes down." He replied.

"Oh, uh thanks uncle." You said grabbing a mug of cold ale.

"Your learning your culture Nephew, be proud." He said smiling.

AN: The Forresters be abusing the Weirwood net via the North Grove.

Also I used some Charecters from Game of Thrones Telltale season 2 AU stuff.

Enjoy.

Edit: Fixed as much as I could.

 

[Magoose]

So I played a bit of CK2 Agot mod and played as Arstan on a whim. (No I do not have screenshots so don't ask)

It was quite fun.

So it took me a few minutes to mod the game files so that all the marriages happened like in my story.

I added a little event for The Aftermath of Summerhall, where everyone involved was all given the friend status effect, along with "Savior" with Joanna and Aerys to mirror our actions in Summerhall.

Steffon is a formidable fighter (instead of skilled he had in canon), but that's about it.

I also gave Rhaella Scholar and Erudite to add to her book-loving nature in this story, and also to up her learning because she is one of the most well-read ladies in the Seven kingdoms at this time/

During the War of Ninepenny kings war. Arstan and Jon and the Bronze Yohn commanded the main Arryn forces, while the Hunters, the Graftons, and the Waxly's commanded the reserve that are coming behind us.

We landed at Bloodstone while Ormund landed on Grey Gallows and Skull Island.

Aerys and his Massive Army landed in the Disputed lands.

so we seiged it down and all seven kingdoms slowly came to the air, until "Holy Fuck!" A Volantine Army showes up and fucks the Stormlander Army in the Ass.

Because as it turns out, Maeyles the Monsterous married the tetrarch's daughter and got an alliance with it... meaning we've got to deal with the 40k troops from the stepstones and another 45k from Volantis. Needless to say I was a little bit worried because dead old Maeyles was pretty strong now.

Then Spotted Tom dueled my ass. And this is where things get fucking crazy.

Now I'm a skilled fighter, and so is Tom, so this was going to be a hard fight... and then I killed him in a single round's worth of rolls.

The Seven were with us that day, because we just stack wiped 10 k

Now, at that moment I thought the war was going to be swinging our favor... And then Ormund's army fought against Maelys.

Unfortunately, the battle went the way of canon, with Ormund dying (presumably in the arms of Steffon) and the army getting smashed with thousands of casualties.

Then The Lord of Battles captured dad while we were made Master of Laws back home... It was quite confusing what the Ai does.

But the Ai was smart enough to make us regent and then babies! Rhaella gave birth to a little girl named "Aurelia"

As regent we decided to embezzle money to buy dads freedom... I'm sure he would understand.

Back to the war, Aerys and the Iron Throne co had some reinforcements from the Westerlands and the whole Iron fleet started raiding and sacking and murdering fools.

Quilleon turned out to be the MVP because he sacked Tyrosh, and captured three of the main enemy commanders of the band of nine.

There was one final battle against MAelys, and guess who killed him?

Ser Gerold Hightower killed him... Ironically enough but he did lose an arm.

The war was over, Maelys got executed by way of battel, and well... I continued for a few years before I decided to write the update
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CK2... the only game where the stories we create are almost as batshit crazy as GRRM or my mind

 

[Silveraith]

The Titan's Gaze:

(Tormo's POV)

The ship shook one last time as it docked into the port of Gulltown. All around him people were yelling out orders, selling fish and wares, or or some other such duty to ensure they would have food in their belly tonight and many nights to come. It was how life was for everyone who wanted to ensure that they could provide for themselves or their loved ones. For him, it was much the same. It'd been years since he'd been back in this city but it wasn't with some amount of sorrow and trepidation that he was here now. A month prior he'd gotten word that Lords Arryn and Corbray had called the banners, that the King had called for war against the East and Blackfyre pretenders. His honour and duty as a loyal vassal demanded he participate; and thus, here he was.

The latest war in almost thirty years, a generation. Longer then he'd been alive.

"Milord?"

The voice snapped him out of his thoughts as his head turned to the speaker and the men around him. "What was that Phrank?

"Orders milord?" Phrank said with an awkward smile of crooked teeth. He was a good lad, a good squire, decent with a blade but not a looker. He'd be knighted in a few years if the gods were willing.

He nodded. "Right, right, of course." He looked at the Bryen and wisps of grey hair and the other three men, this was all he could bring, all the men he could raise. He was a lord, his father blessed with land and a castle by King Aerys I, but he was not a wealthy lord like those of Houses Waxley or Redfort who could call forth hundreds or thousands. One day, but not today. "Phrank, you and I will head out to rent a room or two for us at an inn; Bryen, the rest of you unload our belongs onto the deck and guard them until I return."

A few words of acknowledgement and they were off, while Phrank followed him like a shadow. They made their way through the crowds as quickly as they could, his hand close to his sword and his purse encase of thieves. Every once and awhile he'd look back to make sure Phrank kept up with him. The boy had never been surrounded by this many people or new sights before and he could see the wonder in his eyes as he tried to take everything in and keep up.

"Clear the streets! Clear the streets, your Lord is coming through!" A knight, several knights in fact, covered from head to toe in finely crafted castle forged steel were yelling out to all of the people to move aside. He grabbed Phrank to pull him back to the side of the road as the knights walked through, some on horseback.

Behind them a caravan of dozens, possibly a hundred men, all dressed the same in their armour followed through as well. In the centre of it all was clearly the figure they all protected. The man was dressed in highly polished steel plate, and in the light there was a blue tint to the metal that made him look like a figure from legends. He looked down at Phrank to see the boy had a face of pure wonder as he took it all in. The suit was highlighted with silver, and its rondels sparkled in the afternoon sun.

House Arryn of the Eyrie.

Behind the man were two other men, no, one man and a boy. The first was dressed from head to toe in white with his white cape flapping in the wind while the second was dressed much like the first man in blue armour. His helmet was off and on his young face was a smile that had certainly made many maidens smile before losing their maidenheads. The boy waved at the crowd of people as they rode past. The people waved and cheered back. As quickly as they'd come they were gone, headed to the Grafton seat.

The smile was still on Phranks face. "Amazing."

"Not really, just money and power." The young squire pouted but didn't say much else as they continued on their way. They'd be going to war, any of them could die. He and his men, they'd fight together and hope for the best but anything could happen. His family line could die out... No he would not allow that to happen. He'd do his best to prevent it, just as the men loyal to him would do the same.

"House Bealish will not die."




A/N: Something I threw together out of boredom.