Last Hearth

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Mellara eyed the Umbermen.

[melon]

"I will kill who the fucking hell I want to kill."

[theother]

Once they had gotten to their feet the Umbermen readied their weapons, sizing up the large band of brigands. Seeing they were outmatched, they made no aggressive moves however. "Who are you?" the leader called out suspiciously.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Aethan looked at the Umbermen. "Aethan Stone," he responded in his dead voice. "You may or may not have heard of me. I want to know who leads here now, with the Umbers dead."

[theother]

The Umbermen looked at each other "Stone? You sound more like a Bolton. Lord Trystan Umber leads us now"

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Aethan laughed hollowly, his face struggling valiantly to smile and failing miserably. "I do, don't I? I was led to believe that all the Umbers were dead already."

He looked at the soldier. "I'm here because I believed the men of Last Hearth would refuse to wear the Flayed Man's yoke."

[theother]

The Umbermen looked grim "We wear no man's yoke, Stone. And aye, there's still an Umber on the Last Hearth for what it's worth" the captain said. He still looked wary but relaxed slightly as the talking continued.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Aethan nodded. "Well then. When the Flayed Men come to "tax" Last Hearth, what do you plan to do?" he asked. "I came north to fight the Boltons as I fought the Greatbear. If Last Hearth's lord plans to stand against the skinless plague, I would stand with him."

[theother]

The Umber captain scowled. "Lord Bolton" he hawked and spat "Is Regent of the North. That doesn't mean we love him for it and it doesn't mean we fight for him. It also doesn't mean we stand against him. Unlike you, we are no brigands" he sneered slightly.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Aethan laughed again. "Unlike Lord Bolton as well," he responded. "Very well. We are here to take Last Hearth as a starting point. There will be war."

He looked at the men. "Does that mean we'll need to start with you, then?"

[theother]

The Umbers growled "No man commands us but our Lord, brigand. We die as men, not thieves!" at the last, his shout becomes a roar as he charges forward, 7 of his men charging with him. The remaining two split up and spint back for the keep.

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Mellara raised her sword. She misliked this; she was a girl of simple desires, and all she had wanted was food.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Aethan frowned and slashed down with his sword, and the first wave of arrows and dart were launched. Then Aethan and his swordsmen were around the seven, outnumbering and outslashing.

[sethgreyjoy]

Jae had worked his way ahead of the men, before they had turned to leave. As the remaining two sprinted back towards the keep, he dropped from the trees, hurling a rope-dart into the back of one of the retreating men, and aiming another heavy dart at the other's retreating figure.

[theother]

One of the fleeing men takes a dart clean in the back and falls to the ground, dead. The other takes a dart in the arm, staggers for a moment but is soon through the trees and running back to Last Hearth.

The captain bull-rushes Aethan, slashing at him with his axe. The remainder of his men begin attacking the others, though out-numbered they are better equipped and soon two of Aethan's men are down, dying. Twig Snow launches an arrow which catches one of the umbermen in the throat. The others are soon fighting for their lives against the greater numbers in Aethan's band.