The Rescue Team:
You awoke to the door crashing open,and the light of torches straining your eyes. "Is that him?" A voice asked.
A hand lifted your face and you noticed the chiseled jaw and grim glare anywhere. It was Ser Gerold!
"Ser Gerold." You said his name with relief as he smiled back. He was lacking his armor, but he and the other knight with him were wearing the enemy uniforms you had seen from one of the companies that were defending the keep from the Westerosi Army.
"It's him. Get the chains off him Barry." He ordered, looking back.
"On it." Ser Barrisitan said. Keys jingled in on a ring as they unlocked the chains keeping you on the wall.
"Are you alright?" Barrisitian asked. "Are you hurt?"
"No Ser." You responded immediately.
"Good." Ser Gerold said. "Lads, let's get moving."
Lads? "Who else is with you?" You asked.
You were led out the door and saw your answer.
Ser Brynden Tully of Riverrun was guarding the door, along with a knight you did not recognize, save for the fat he had a wiry smile on his lips. "Lord Arryn, Ser Tormo Balish at your service." He said with a very cheeky smile. "We'll get you out right quick my lord."
"It's just the four of you?" You asked, bewildered, yet comforted by the fact they had come to rescue you.
"Just here." Ser Brynden stated. "Bronze Yohn and the Grafton boy should be at the Armory causing a distraction."
"Do I get a weapon?" You asked.
Ser Tormo handed over a dagger. "That's it?"
"No offense Lord Arstan, but we're trying to rescue you and you getting caught in combat betrays the purpose of the rescue." Ser Barristan replied. "Be lucky you have a weapon at all."
You nodded, deciding it was best not to argue with the men who clearly were better killers then you would ever be.
"Shh." Tormo shushed as footsteps slowly marched towards the door that was the exit.
"FIND THEM QUICKLY THEY CANNOT HAVE GOTTEN FAR!" A soldier ordered.
"Plans working fine." Ser Barristan quipped. "They found the bodies."
"Then we'll have to improvise." Gerold replied.
The first patrol:
1D150 => 147 vs
1D100 => 38
There were three men who ran past the door, and with a nod, ignoring the prison, as their focus was elsewhere. Tormo and Brynden slowly walked out of the door, daggers in hand instead of drawing their swords with Gerold guiding you out and Barrisitan covering the rear.
You did not hear struggle, just gurgles and gasps of dying men. The two soldiers behind the leading one were dead before they hit the floor. The last one turned, but before a sound could escape his throat, Ser Tormo threw his dagger with expert precision, hitting the man square in the forehead, and the man crumpled to the ground before he could move.
"Good, now… Tormo, what's next?" Gerold whispered.
"We need to wait for Marq and Yohn to blow that wild fire to the seven hells." Tormo replied.
"I thought you were getting me out?" You asked.
"We are… we're just causing a distraction so we can get out of here." Gerold replied. "Can't leave the keep without making a hole to take it.
Armory Sabotage:
1D150 => 62 vs
1D100 => 24
You than felt a loud rumbling, and then an explosion. "That's our cue." Gerold said as he pulled up his uniforms hood. "Lads, we're walking him out. Balish, speak for us, don't want any attention drawn towards us."
The three men nodded and pulled up the hoods, masking their hair and part of their faces.
The entire keep was in chaos as men started running. Screams engulfed the air and you could see the green flames engulf a building… along with bring down half the stone wall protecting the keep.
"By the gods!" You yelped, being scooped off your feet by Ser Barristian. "There's no way they could have-"
"The tower." Gerold pointed. "You think their mad enough to set the flames in the Armory?"
On the tower that overlooked the sea was a very tall man in armor covered in runes, and a boy whose leg was wrapped around rope, and a bow in his hand.
Well… Marq was an archer of talent it seems… along with being a man who loved to swing from ropes.
And Uncle Yohn was strong enough to lift him up with one… no he needed both arms to keep the rope steady.
"Now!" Gerold shouted and the next door opened. And the four knights began to run, carrying you with him.
Going down the stairs you reached the barracks… and saw an entire group of enemy soldiers waiting, preparing for an assault or escape from you.
There was a pause, everyone froze, not making a move.
Quick Thinking:
1D100 => 58+20=78 vs
1D100 => 33
"<Two men on the tower destroyed the Armory, trying to rescue the prisoner, we're taking him to the Central Keep!>" Tormo stated quickly in High Valyrian.
The soldiers nodded. "<Take him, quickly!>" The leader stated. "<You men with me!>" He ordered and the soldiers walked past your group with little interruption or hesitation. They just looked at you funnily being carried by the giant of a man, and then continued on.
"I should learn me some high Valyrian." Barristian quipped as he looked out the window.
"The hardest part is the double meaning and gender-neutral words that can have multiple meanings," Brynden replied as he checked outside the door before he closed it. "Otherwise it's near the same as common."
"Is it clear?" Gerold asked.
"Aye," Brynden stated. "Come on." He opened the door and you were carried out. "To the Stables Quickly." He ordered.
The chaos was immense, soldiers, and the few citizens of the island trying to put out the green inferno that was spreading.
Marq and Yohns escape:
1D150 => 127
You did not see Yohn or Marq, but the tower was deserted, and you guessed they jumped into the sea.
Or something. All you knew was that they were not trapped in the tower.
"Good they got into the sea," Tormo stated. "The boat should be waiting for them."
"And we should make haste lads… Lord Arryn's attack will be any moment, now that there is a breach." Brynden stated.
"Why the hells did you need to rescue me if you were just going to storm this place?" You whispered.
"Quite simply, we thought that if something terrible were to happen to the keep, you would be killed. So we rescued you." Barrisitan replied.
The Stables:
1D150 => 94 vs
1D100 => 94
However, the problem became evident when you saw him. Spotted Tom was at the stables as well, along with Old Mother, the main fleet commander of the Stepstone fleet. Both were armored and armed, and ready to flee… or fight, you did not know.
"Good, get the Arryn boy on my horse, we're taking him to the ship!" Tom ordered. "Now soldier get him on my fucking horse!"
Gerold rolled his eyes. "Fuck you!"
He dropped you to the ground and lunged at Tom.
Tom Vs Gerold:
1D150 => 81 vs
1D100 => 25
He then with force threw Tom to the ground and drew his sword. "Your lucky your not my mission or I'd kill you myself!" Gerold growled. "Mount up!"
"Ser Gerold we should-" Tormo protested.
"Let Jon have him!" Gerold growled. "Now mount up!"
The knights mounted up, and Tom and Old Mother would be left on the ground, their protests and cries for help being ignored by the chaos of wildfire.
Escape:
1D150 => 114
The escape was swift and smooth, no one noticed four riders leaving a burning keep. Most just thought the horses escaped.
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(Jon POV)
The Assault:
1D100 => 100+10(Enemy Assault)+20(Wildfire Explosion)=130 vs
1D100 => 86-10(Outnumbered)-20(Wildfire Explosion)-5(low Morale)=51
The Assault was near bloodless, the soldiers were too busy with the wildfire to notice the charging enemy infantry and the calvary that blunted any defense.
The Defenders were clearly disorganized by the decapitating blow that Wildfire Gerold's knights were blowing up to rescue your son.
You had seen the riders of the four knights, your son in tow as you charged in, and felt relieved.
Now you could kill them all.
Which your men did. They were angered by the threat to their lord's son, and even in the short time Arstan knew them, he had made an impression on them… An impression that they would die.
Men died all around you, as your men cut those pirates down, the green fire simmering like green dragon fire, still burning hot.
Your men had taken prisoners yes… but the prize was at the stables, surrounded by your men.
Spotted Tom and that Old Mother woman, on the ground, not putting up a fight.
You gritted your teeth. "Surrender, and I might let you live."
There was no sound, but Tom spat at you… "I surrender." He said definitely.
You gritted your teeth.
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(Arstan POV)
Your father did not look happy when Jon and Lord Baratheon entered the commander's tent. "I want his head."
"Not until I'm done with him," Ormond replied. "And from the way he's singing, that might not be until this war is over."
"He kidnapped my son." Your father growled.
"And your son is safe." Lord Baratheon stated. "Do not mistake our mercy as weakness."
"And do not mistake my rage as rage… I want justice for my son." Your father stated.
"And you will have it… when we are done with him. I promise." Lord Baratheon stated.
Your father then saw you looking at him. Tears ran down his face. "Arstan." He said your name, before rushing in close and hugging you. "Are you okay."
"I'm alright father." You stated.
He held you in his arms and you stayed there for a while. You did not mind the affection.
It was nice to feel safe again.
Do you wish to go home:
[]Yes: (This will time skip to the end of the War, as nothing of note is available while the War is on. However, you and Rhaella... have a very passionate honeymoon in the Eyrie... Pregnancy rolls begin)
[]No
What happened next: (only choose if you say No)
[]The Lannister Fleet Arrived, along with the Iron fleet and reinforcements from Dorne… putting your forces at 1000 ships, and over 200 thousand fighting men. The Iron Fleet had taken the southern stepstones. (Two months later)
[]Your father Executing Spotted Tom and Old Mother. Half the stepstones had been taken at this point. It was a 16th name day gift. (five months later)
[]You and Ser Gerold were transferred to the Lannister Fleet, and you saw Tywin, Steffon, and Aerys again. You were en route to the final Island under the Brotherhood's command. (Seven months later)
[]Your father coming to you. The Report came in as the ships were landing in the Disputed Lands. Mayles was coming with a host of 50,000 swords, including the entire Golden Company. He was afraid and gave you a rune to protect yourself in battle. (1 year later)
AN: Enjoy.
