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Threadmarks: Chapter 16: The Siege of Pinkmaiden, Part 0
( Eddard Stark )
He had never been one to shy away from the worship of the old gods. He was known to visit the godswood quite often, even more so nowadays than in his youth. But in the past year, he sought the wisdom and guidance of those who peered at mortals through the weirwood trees...
A month had passed since the day the Loyalists received the most terrible news pertaining to their supplies. As expected, putting the stocks back to acceptable levels had been a long endeavour, but Gideon welcomed the respite.
It allowed him to train, to cross the gap that existed...
The Loyalist lords had decided to send riders to meet Lord Roote’s forces and warn them of the potential trap ahead. They had opted to err on the side of caution instead of being led on a merry chase. The second army would be ordered to regroup with them at Acorn Hall no matter what and ignore...
The men were thoroughly exhausted. Whilst the few lords and knights who were still in good shape convened in the keep, the majority of the army went to get some well-deserved rest. Gideon couldn’t deny he had slept like a babe, even more so since his wounds had healed with a swiftness that...
Threadmarks: Chapter 12: Battle Near Acorn Hall, Final Part
His shield shook under the veritable barrage of arrows. None beside him fared any better and whilst he could not peak over his shield without risking immediate death, he could guess that the cavalry was sustaining heavy casualties.
How was this even possible? A third trap? Had they truly...
Threadmarks: Chapter 11: Battle Near Acorn Hall, Part 4
( Beryn Hardy )
They rode as one, a veritable wall of warhorses and knights in bloodied scale armours. He felt somewhat awkward riding at the front amongst the lords, but they were moving to strike, they were not simply taking the scenic route throughout the woods.
He did feel a smidge of...
Threadmarks: Chapter 10: Battle Near Acorn Hall, Part 3
He heard the sounds of neighing horses, their hooves stomping on the ground as they tried to dodge the traps. The Boars had dug countless holes near the Castle’s entrance. He was quite glad he and Beryn had not arrived from another angle, or they would have probably fallen into one of those...
Threadmarks: Chapter 9: The Battle near Acorn Hall, Part 2
“ If House Mooton is there as well, this would mean that House Blackwood would be in charge of the second army. They would not put all the main houses in the same army and the Freys remain at the Twins. The Boars did report that House Frey was training the missing forces from the main army and...
Threadmarks: Chapter 8: The Battle Near Acorn Hall, Part 1
Soldiers woke up as early as possible. That was something he learned rather painfully when officers yelled at every tent they'd passed by, throwing just about every insult they could think at the drowsy troops.
A mere two dozen minutes later, he found himself joining the recent recruits of...
“ Ya don’t say….Well we definitely need to leave then, and fast at that. Don’t want the scouts to notice us.” Beryn spoke and then turned his steed around. Gideon could tell how tense the man was, so it appeared he had believed him or at least was cautious enough to avoid the army without trying...
He felt somewhat foolish for having forgotten to look at the Ressource Menu, but his shame disappeared shortly after he did open it. It was not what he had expected. Just about every resource the menu showed was greyed out and had interrogation numbers replacing their values. Only two resources...
Beryn had been in the process of acquiring supplies. The man had apparently underprepared himself and had nearly ran out of food. Of course one could hunt or pick berries and fruits, however that would have simply slowed him down. Not unlike Gideon, the man had not wanted to risk losing time...
Chapter 4: Rosby
His head hurt, so did the numerous wounds he had sustained. The trip to Tumbleton was hellish, and he was not even exaggerating. It appeared his tolerance for pain, once the rush of action had passed, was even lower than he had expected. He had seen warriors in the pits...
In the time it took for Gideon to brace himself for what would come, it had already started. The horses shot forward with a power only the muscles of a beast could possess. Surprisingly, to him at least, the bandits sought to take the beasts down first. Perhaps they believed it was more...
Lord Tyrell had often told him that he did not take enough time in a day to admire the beauty of the Reach. Until now he had never found a reason to do more than roll his eyes at the old man. Of course he would be biased towards his home. But he had known that the man–eccentric as he was– was...
Westeros was noticeably colder than Essos. Even in the Stormlands which geographically did not stand further north than the cities he had visited, he had often longed for the Essosi warmth. The Reach felt mild for his sensibilities. He had grown accustomed to it, though really he had no choice...