When Ned hired Syrio Forel, the former first sword of Braavos, sensing the possible conflict with the Lannisters, he also made a second significantly larger purchase...
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Ned Stark strategic genius (force add)
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When Ned hired Syrio Forel, the former first sword of Braavos, sensing the possible conflict with the Lannisters, he also made a second significantly larger purchase...
The entire Golden Company is bought by Eddard Stark and under the noses of literally everyone he smuggles them into the city in preparation to combat the Lannisters.
Myles Blackheart Toyne is still the commander of the Golden Company, there is no Jon Connington or FAegon Blackfyre, no ultiror motives or influence on the Golden Company.
Beneath the gold, the bitter steel, and this bitter steel will fight for Ned Stark...
What changes?
The entire Golden Company is bought by Eddard Stark and under the noses of literally everyone he smuggles them into the city in preparation to combat the Lannisters.
Myles Blackheart Toyne is still the commander of the Golden Company, there is no Jon Connington or FAegon Blackfyre, no ultiror motives or influence on the Golden Company.
Beneath the gold, the bitter steel, and this bitter steel will fight for Ned Stark...
What changes?
The Great Flea Bottom Clusterfuck of 298 AC
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The Great Flea Bottom Clusterfuck of 298 AC – The Aftermath Edition
Ned Stark sits the Iron Throne in the Small Council chamber. Everyone is staring at him like he just grew a second head. Littlefinger is frozen mid-smirk. Varys has one eyebrow so high it's basically in the Vale.
Ned, in his quiet northern voice:"I have… acquired certain assurances. For the realm's safety."
Then the bells start ringing. Not the surrender bells. The oh-fuck-the-city-is-on-fire bells.
Because approximately 10 000 Golden Company sellswords have just poured out of every major sewer grate, abandoned warehouse, disused stable, and at least three separate whorehouses in Flea Bottom like particularly well-armed rats from a flooding cellar.
Myles Blackheart Toyne, standing on a cart in the middle of the Street of Flour, helmet off, bellowing in that beautiful Essosi baritone:
"FOR LORD EDDARD OF HOUSE STARK! FOR THE HONOR OF THE NORTH! FOR TEN FUCKING MONTHS WE'VE BEEN EATING ROTTEN BARLEY AND PRETENDING TO BE DOCK WORKERS! NOW WE GET PAID AND WE GET TO KILL LANNISTERS!"
The city descends into the most polite, disciplined, and yet utterly terrifying urban warfare King's Landing has ever seen.
From Vandal Savage on Spacebattle.
Ned Stark sits the Iron Throne in the Small Council chamber. Everyone is staring at him like he just grew a second head. Littlefinger is frozen mid-smirk. Varys has one eyebrow so high it's basically in the Vale.
Ned, in his quiet northern voice:"I have… acquired certain assurances. For the realm's safety."
Then the bells start ringing. Not the surrender bells. The oh-fuck-the-city-is-on-fire bells.
Because approximately 10 000 Golden Company sellswords have just poured out of every major sewer grate, abandoned warehouse, disused stable, and at least three separate whorehouses in Flea Bottom like particularly well-armed rats from a flooding cellar.
Myles Blackheart Toyne, standing on a cart in the middle of the Street of Flour, helmet off, bellowing in that beautiful Essosi baritone:
"FOR LORD EDDARD OF HOUSE STARK! FOR THE HONOR OF THE NORTH! FOR TEN FUCKING MONTHS WE'VE BEEN EATING ROTTEN BARLEY AND PRETENDING TO BE DOCK WORKERS! NOW WE GET PAID AND WE GET TO KILL LANNISTERS!"
The city descends into the most polite, disciplined, and yet utterly terrifying urban warfare King's Landing has ever seen.
From Vandal Savage on Spacebattle.