The white tusk attacks

**Big thanks to Charlie Puente-Duany**

A meeting was called amongst the leaders of the tribe after Benjen and his men were able to rest and recover part of their strength.

"The plan worked, the alliances formed by the three has been reduced to nothing, as the each scramble to defend their territories fearing an attack" Lothor was first to speak causing some of the others to voice out their agreements.

"Aye but the three did not become overlords with no skill" Ronell spoke up pour cold water on the excitement of most of the others.

"He is right, this attack was a one time thing something we could only do because none of them were expecting it. Now they know this attack would not be possible anymore." Harwood spoke up agreeing with his youngest.

"Still an Alliance like before is unlikely to happen. After all alliances require the members to be of equal standing" Meha contributed causing more voices to rise in agreement.

"We will not be facing an Alliance but we will be facing an army all the same." Arthor's voice was heard causing all to be silent as they focussed on him waiting for him to continue.

"As Ronell said earlier the people of the will soon be aware that our victory was a one time thing and something we are unable to replicate."

"But that doesn't mean they will rush straight for us. No, right now we there is a foe weaker than us. A long time rival who has been pulled down from his throne."

"I am certain, there will most definitely be a tribe to devour the remains. And once that happens... once that happens no one will be equal. Then, At that point we will truly be at war"

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"Arrghhh!!!" a scream was heard as another soldier fell dyeing the white snow beneath his feet a vibrant red.

"Arys!!" the red bone chief screamed as he split another man straight down the middle. His glare was fixed on the mountain of the man who observed everything with a grin.

The man who had been at his side not long ago. "How could you! How dare you!"

"Oh please do not sound so betrayed. We were never friends we have always been enemies, we have crossed swords on these plains for countless winters."

Arys began to walk towards the Red bone chief who was bathed red, at that moment Arys had a mocking thought that the chief's current look was really worthy of his name.

"It need not be this way though, bend the knee and join me. The red bone tribe will of course cease to exist but you and the other survivors will obtain new life, you will even obtain vengeance on the ones who made you this way. Under the white tusk tribe of course."

The red bone chief looked up at Arys who looked down at him with a mocking grin. Arys looked to his feet as the red bone chief spat at his feet.

"You made me this way and now you expect me to yeild to you, bah my ancestors would curse me"

"Very well then you can go and meet them" with those words Arys proceeded to crush the red bone chief's skull putting an end to the once mighty chief.

With that done the look on his face once again returned to it's previous expressionless state. "End this, gather those who will surrender and kill those who won't. War is coming and I intend to win it."

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In the chief's tent of the strong arm tribe, a warg rushed in with a look that told all presence that he brought bad news.

"Chief the red bone tribe is now truly no more with their chief dead and it's surviving members bending the knee to another tribe."

*Bam* The strong arm chief struck his armrest with anger. "Those brats!"

"My chief, this was not Arthor's doing. The red bone tribe was devoured by the white tusks."

"Arys!!!" The strong arm chief let out a shout of utter rage. "Ready our men"

"Chief" one his elders spoke but the strong arm chief quickly shut him up.

"Arys is on the move, we need to deal with the closest treat and then prepare ourselves before we find ourselves in a pincer attack. Now ready our men."