Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 17:43:17 GMT -5
Theodore sat down and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head. He finally had a moment to think and all he wanted was sleep. He tried to remember the last couple of days and all he could see was a mass of blue eyes and cold black skin. Hell the last couple of years had been that way, but he tried to let that all go, its finally over. Atleast I think it is, we can only hope, maybe the gods will grant me a sign. He looked around at the beauty that spring had braught with it, taking the snow away and along with it the rest of the Others and there gods forsaken wights. He loved the feel of the Sun beating down upon him and the life it gave to everything around him. He closed his eyes and could see small chords of light as the beat upon the earth.
Then suddenly all that changed, everything went dark and he was in the heat of battle. He could now remember it clearly, the icy air filling his lungs as the wights marched towards them. He felt the heat as fires were lit behind the footmen for the archers. He could also feel the cold fighting against it, it was a battle between life and the stone cold void of death. He felt a shiver run down his back as he remembered involuntarily the first charge of men.
He had been in the front ranks and had charged as fast as the rest, screaming his battle roar. He felt the weight of the men behind him pushing him towards the inevitable confrontation with the dead and possibly the god forsaken frost devils some called Others. He had hurtled into them with such force that it had knocked some of them backwards, breaking bones and destroying limbs. Red Rain was a grey blur as it slashed apart the animated corpses, they screamed and thrashed about as the magic blade cut threw them. He roared again and pushed deeper into the enemy, his men charging into the monstrous gap that there leader had made. The bloodlust had been upon him and he had eventually been cut off from his men, when the red haze lifted from his mind he was surrounded by bodies and was covered in gashes and rake marks. Yet there was more coming, and he plowed into them too calling over the commotion for his men to help. They crashed into the writhing mass and cut there way to there leader, helping him to safety.
He took a second to catch his breath and look around. The Targaryen queen was making a mess of the center mass of wights, the dragon lighting up hundreds of bodies at a time, some were even men that weren't dead yet. Then suddenly there was a rush towards the massive beast and it started to go down thrashing and bellowing. He heard men yell and look as the thing destroyed anything as it tried to get back up, but to no avail the dead were already swarming over it. He yelled orders again,"Dragons are nice but it is us who will win this war, get back to those otherworldly bastards and show them what hotbloods can do." They charged again and this time there was no stopping them.
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He felt another chill and his memory flashed this time to the Salt Shore. After the march through The Neck, where it seemed that the forces of Winter were hellbent on catching them with there drawers down at any time. He had marched to the shore to meet up with the reminant of the Iron Fleet and sail up the coast to the West Watch by the Bridge. He had been in naval ingagements before and had proven himself time and again to be a capable commander, But nothing prepared him for the next few days near the Frozen Shores. The Others it seemed had taken it upon themselves to watch the sees with there dead and the sea was filled with them. At night when the sea had frozen over and there ships had turned from a place of safety to prisons as the dead broke the ice and crawled onto the ships.
It had been practically a slaughter, originally they had had two thousand strong and that quickly went to less then five hundred in a night. The next morning was worse, as the ice began to to crack they found that the Others had smashed holes in half there ships and every single one sank, most with there crews onboard. those you tried to swim, succumbed to there dead comrades under the water or to the chills. This brought them down by more then half and greatly reduced morale. That evening there had been a mad dash for the shore where the Army of Survivors were. More had died and they had arrived at the camp with about a tenth the force they had the day before.
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After the Last Battle, which he had taken to calling the Thaw, he had gathered what was left of the Iron Born, counting eighty in all, and found that no one with higher rank was among them. Taking it upon himself to become the Leader of the Iron Born had been an easy choice and he was happy too.
Legendary Sea Battle Command
Theodore Drumm becomes Leader of the surviving Iron Born
Then suddenly all that changed, everything went dark and he was in the heat of battle. He could now remember it clearly, the icy air filling his lungs as the wights marched towards them. He felt the heat as fires were lit behind the footmen for the archers. He could also feel the cold fighting against it, it was a battle between life and the stone cold void of death. He felt a shiver run down his back as he remembered involuntarily the first charge of men.
He had been in the front ranks and had charged as fast as the rest, screaming his battle roar. He felt the weight of the men behind him pushing him towards the inevitable confrontation with the dead and possibly the god forsaken frost devils some called Others. He had hurtled into them with such force that it had knocked some of them backwards, breaking bones and destroying limbs. Red Rain was a grey blur as it slashed apart the animated corpses, they screamed and thrashed about as the magic blade cut threw them. He roared again and pushed deeper into the enemy, his men charging into the monstrous gap that there leader had made. The bloodlust had been upon him and he had eventually been cut off from his men, when the red haze lifted from his mind he was surrounded by bodies and was covered in gashes and rake marks. Yet there was more coming, and he plowed into them too calling over the commotion for his men to help. They crashed into the writhing mass and cut there way to there leader, helping him to safety.
He took a second to catch his breath and look around. The Targaryen queen was making a mess of the center mass of wights, the dragon lighting up hundreds of bodies at a time, some were even men that weren't dead yet. Then suddenly there was a rush towards the massive beast and it started to go down thrashing and bellowing. He heard men yell and look as the thing destroyed anything as it tried to get back up, but to no avail the dead were already swarming over it. He yelled orders again,"Dragons are nice but it is us who will win this war, get back to those otherworldly bastards and show them what hotbloods can do." They charged again and this time there was no stopping them.
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He felt another chill and his memory flashed this time to the Salt Shore. After the march through The Neck, where it seemed that the forces of Winter were hellbent on catching them with there drawers down at any time. He had marched to the shore to meet up with the reminant of the Iron Fleet and sail up the coast to the West Watch by the Bridge. He had been in naval ingagements before and had proven himself time and again to be a capable commander, But nothing prepared him for the next few days near the Frozen Shores. The Others it seemed had taken it upon themselves to watch the sees with there dead and the sea was filled with them. At night when the sea had frozen over and there ships had turned from a place of safety to prisons as the dead broke the ice and crawled onto the ships.
It had been practically a slaughter, originally they had had two thousand strong and that quickly went to less then five hundred in a night. The next morning was worse, as the ice began to to crack they found that the Others had smashed holes in half there ships and every single one sank, most with there crews onboard. those you tried to swim, succumbed to there dead comrades under the water or to the chills. This brought them down by more then half and greatly reduced morale. That evening there had been a mad dash for the shore where the Army of Survivors were. More had died and they had arrived at the camp with about a tenth the force they had the day before.
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After the Last Battle, which he had taken to calling the Thaw, he had gathered what was left of the Iron Born, counting eighty in all, and found that no one with higher rank was among them. Taking it upon himself to become the Leader of the Iron Born had been an easy choice and he was happy too.
Legendary Sea Battle Command
Theodore Drumm becomes Leader of the surviving Iron Born