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 lessions."
You looked to your right at Eamon Degore, the lord of Wolf's Cradle and your houses vassel.
How you got an army of crazed soldiers as a bannerman had to do with the reputation of what you wanted, acess to the sea and a cheaper price on the Iron wood.
But you had one other reason, they could keep a seacret 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 endevor once again.
You walked into the courtyard and saw a small asortment 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 matirial 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 disapaite as you walked forword. "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 blizard hadn't come, or so they say.
"Thorren!! What brings you here Big brother!!" He shouted as the courtyard lookd and then let them be.
"A few months worth of supplies for the watch, a Few dozen Ironwood sheilds, spears …"You stated the list as you always do.
"And a favor, one involving, the you know what." You said in a wispery 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 distence 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 wisper 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 vassel." 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 grimice. "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 Otherside 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 greatsword 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.
"Knowlage, 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 expendible members of your company.
"Eamon, do you remember why I asked to bring men you never trustedwith 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 knowlage 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 gaurdian 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, "Ohh, 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.
"Ohh 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.
"OHHHH 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, uhh 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.
