Battle Of Five Armies

Rodrik

He sat on a nearby creek, glaring at the trickling water and glancing at Sheepstealer who was licking his left wing.

Guilt etched itself on his face, as he remembered the destruction he caused just a short three days prior. He burned people, innocent people and he enjoyed seeing the end result of what he did.

He walked the ruins afterwards and saw the remains of a mother holding her child, he broke down into tears then and vowed to himself that he would not use Sheepstealer's fire on any castle or village, just armies and not for enjoyment but to bring an end to a large scale battle that could be avoided.

"My King," Orion called to him and approached, "The others have sent ravens: They are camped on the west, south and the north. They are waiting for us." He sighed and got up from his spot and sheathed his sword that he was cleaning and walked with his commander of the Winged Knights back to the camp where all of his men were ready.

It wasn't all, it was founded out that Rickon Stark was alive and well, that meant he us now King in the North. He just hopes Sansa isn't too upset about it, but the girls changed from the fantasy-filled child he saw back at the Hands Tourney, so long ago it seems when now they fight battles instead of jousts and watching knight prat around.

The letter had more, Arya and her company engaged a enemy force to the far northwest in the Wolfswood, the Bastard of Bolton is dead and so is a dagger at their back. House Cerwyn in the south had also fell in line after a short battle, they are behind them with the remnants of their army.

"You will not be using the dragon in the battle?" One of his guards asked him, he shook his head and looked back to his winged beast who began resting after glancing back at him. The beast wouldn't budge even if he wished it to, mainly because its gotten hard to wake it up to fly and move around to even come this far north at all.

"No. Now, let us ride... To Winterfell!"

Elsewhere...

Sansa

Sansa, Lord Royce and his son, her uncle Brynden, Lords GreatJon and SmallJon, a freed Rickard Karstark and Harrion Karstark, and a young Lyanna Mormont rode with a guard of twenty for the field where Lord Roose Bolton, the Last Freys Rhaegar, Jared and Symond were among the Lord of the Dreadfort. She also noticed the remnant leaders of the Dustin and Ryswell army she had defeated some days back with twenty guards of their own to protect them.

There was some greater news, her little brother Rickon and Shaggydog are alive and she wept tears of joy as did the little one, all this time she had thought him and Bran dead after Theon had taken Winterfell. She held a council and asked where Bran was, he told her a queer story about them going beyond the Wall to find a Three-Eyed Raven.

If her brothers are gone then that meant she is no longer Queen of the North, she regrets that its been a short and bloody reign but that she made it out alive meant the world to her. She didn't feel any envy when she announced to the Lords that night that she would be surrendering power to Bran, or Rickon if Bran doesn't... She cannot give thought to that, no more family lost and she will have a pack reunited as her mother would have wanted.

Her wounded sister and Lords Asher and Glover met them yesterday after making camp, they told her of their victory in the Wolfswood. She was grateful, her sister should be here as well but she is still resting in her pavilion and Asher and Sandor are guarding her tent. She prayed to the Old Gods and New that they help her sister recover, and hope her victorious if she fails to defeat the Boltons here today.

It all comes to this battle, she wasn't going to parlay but her uncle advised that it would be good to give the enemy commanders a scare, to threaten them into submission or try before any fighting takes place.

"Lady Sansa. A grim time that we meet as foes, we northerners should be fighting together." Roose's tone was cold as his pale eyes were, pale skin and a cold face would have terrified her older self but not today, today she would have justice.

"Save your words for the thousands of spears, pikes, swords, maces and axes we will stick you with." She didn't relent, she continued, "Robb was your King, your liege and you and those of House Frey betrayed him, killed him and his wife and... My mother." She ended and his expression didn't change, didn't even flinch from her words.

"Yes, yes. And your brother ignored my counsel, insulted tradition and my House on a number of occasions, even your father had done the same thing to me after the Trident." He urged his horse forward one step and stopped from the spears stopping him, Roose's own guards went for their swords but a wave from their master stayed their hand from doing so. "We don't need to fight, all our enemies are in the south. We can align our goals and fight- " Greatjon wouldn't hold his tongue and spoke out, quite vulgarly she might add.

"Shut your cunt mouth! You and your girls behind you wont be fighting drunken men this time, this time we will fuck you bloody as that flayed cunt on your banner." She agreed and he would have said more if not for one of the Freys responding back, this ones voice was horrid to hear as the loose teeth made it so.

"You murdered my uncle at the Twins, I'll have your head for that." Lady Mormont wouldn't keep silent neither, she was as sharp as she had been when they met.

"Be careful that I don't have yours by the end of today, Weasel! My mother and sister were murdered: The same as many here, and the North Remembers... We will end you." Lyanna snapped and shut the chatter teeth up, her uncle Brynden held his stare on Roose and she nodded for him to go ahead, and so he did.

"My nephew would have won the war, we would have wonand yet you turned your cloak just as Theon Greyjoy did. I should have stayed to put a sword through your chest as you did Robb." Once everyone calmed themselves, cursing each other in their thoughts rather than through their mouths. She urged her horse forth, unafraid of the man who could only strike down good men in the back and when their guards were down, she glared hard at Roose and turned her blue eyes on her home, Winterfell.

"Tomorrow your line will end, I swear it by the Old Gods and New. For my brother, mother, and everyone else I lost."

She turned her company back to camp and in the coming hours they will do battle for her home, a home she doesn't intend to leave for a long time. She was asked to meet her uncle and siblings at the war tent, Brienne and Podrick were there too and Sandor. The battle lines were made, and soon a bloody fight will take place.

"What did you need?" She asked and her brother, once six and now three to four years past is now ten spoke.

"I was scared for our family, Osha and Shaggydog were all I had for years, and Lord Smalljon Umber was kind." Her brother started and she was confused to say the least, "I don't want to lose either of you so, so... " Her brother trailed off and she was more confused than ever, it was her uncle who would finish what Rickon was saying.

"The King wants you, him and Arya to remain at camp. If this fight turns sideways the North will need a Stark to keep fighting for it, the North needs you three to stay alive and Bran too if he is still alive across the Wall." She stood shocked, she had thought and desired to see the battle take place and didn't think that her younger brother would stop her.

"But I have more reason than any to take part- I- " She sputtered a response and found herself too angry and frustrated to speak.

"Sister, your talents aren't meant for the battlefield like me and uncle. You are a politician, a leader but a warrior you are not." Arya spoke out to her, holding her wound on her stomach, even she was against her and to and the terrible thing was that they were right but that didn't stop her want and desire to see the battle take place because it was her to send Arya and Sandor to bring her uncle and the Riverlands together, it was her to send ravens and inform the entire North that she was.. Still... Fighting.

Her talent isn't in the field, Arya is right. She spent her years fighting mental battles where her uncle, Robb and Arya fought actual battles. She sat down and looked at the pieces on the table, frustrated with her own ego and ignorance on matters of war instead of on what she was forced to learn from Cersei, from Tyrion, from Margaery and Lady Olenna, even Joffrey at a point. She heaved a heavy sigh and stood back up and turned to her remaining family, though Bran and Jon are not here quite yet but they will, she will see them too. A genuine smile crept on her lips, not like all the others she was forced to give to her captors in King's Landing, it was a real smile as she used to give to everyone here in the north, her home.

She agreed to her brother and Kings wish, she will stay with them where she is supposed to be.

Hours Later...

Waymar

Waymar Royce rode to the front lines of the southern army, the Blackfish leads the Tully's in the western army and Greatjon lead the Starks on the northern army. He peered into the enemy lines surrounding the castle walls of Winterfell and figured where their strength was, defense.

They outnumber the enemy, surely. The total force Bolton has is enough to put three-thousand men on either the north, west and south. Winter Town is to the west so he hopes that the civilians that were there have fled or is in the castle, he doesn't want to see innocents slaughtered over a fight over Winterfell.

"Remember what I said days ago, stay close. Our vanguard should break them the moment our cavalry are done." His father told him and he nodded, they will win this fight but what of the Northmen, only four-thousand make the bulk of the army and while three thousand enemies halt them from advancing.

The western theatre of battle will have a better time than all of them, ten-thousand soldiers stand to fight and destroy the Bolton army at their greatest strength but it al, comes down to the commanders, Lord Roose seems a craven and he doubts the coward will take part in the fighting. No, they will crush the traitors to House Stark here and mend the North as Rodrik and they mended the Vale from the Illborn Robert and Mad Fish Lysa.

He rode to the front, unsheathed his blade and turned to his people, "Knights of the Vale, sons and fathers, brothers and cousins, friends... Today we set free a kingdom from another tyrant! Robert Stone and Lysa Tully sullied our name with treachery, and we got justice. Let us get justice for the thousands under House Stark!" He cried out and the thousands of spears and swords of House Arryn and the Vale cried aye.

With that they began their half of the battle when the catapults launched pitch and fire, the Battle for Winterfell had begun.

Brynden

Elsewhere to the western flanks Brynden Tully rallied the Riverland Army, ten to nine thousand considering the losses from the Battle of the Barrows and the Battle of the Wolfswood and the men they left in the Dustin and Ryswell castles, then Torrhen's Square too.

He turned south and heard the horns, taking that as a notice that the Falcons have begun battle against the Bolton army. He turned back to his half of the enemy, seeing the Frey banners flapping in the winds as it were, he will be glad to see that traitorous House come to its end.

He remembers everything, he was coming back from a piss to hear the Rains playing and was attacked by two cunts, he cut them down and tried to get to her niece and nephew and great-nephew but was pushed back across the bridge with the rest. He saw Northmen fighting Northmen, Frey's fighting Tully and the Red Wedding taking place, he wanted to fight and cut a bloody swath and take Walder Frey's head right off with hundreds of children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

He failed his niece, he failed Edmure and Robb and his Kings unborn child. Today he would get revenge for the three of them, then the Lannister's turn is next.

"We avenge the Red Wedding! We avenge Catelyn, and King Robb and his child! We bring down House Frey and Bolton and any House that would side with them! Shields up and march!"

He fights today for his niece, for House Tully.

Roose

He would go to every area of battle, watching as his enemies aligned together and outnumbered his own immensely. He doesn't think he will win, but he still has five-hundred men at arms and enough food to last three years, he can afford to wait while his enemies starved and felt the cold chill from the oncoming snows that had befell Stannis when he attempted to take what he won at the Twins when he ran that dagger into Robb Stark's heart.

Ramsey will show soon, and attack the Tully army from the back with Ludd Whitehill. Then he will divert his three thousand fighting the Blackfish to the north and south.

It's all a waiting game at the moment, he expressed the army not to break their defensive formations, only to hold them back long enough for Ramsey to arrive. He placed a hand to hold his chin as he watched the battle below, watching with worry for himself and his newborn son whom he's named after his firstborn, Domeric who was taken much too young.

"My Lord, a raven from the east." Wolken informed him and he saw his signature, it read that a allied force will be arriving for the defense of the castle.

Good. Maybe House Hornwood or perhaps from some of the few banner-men that he has have gathered another thousand men. He handed the letter back to the Maester and turned his eyes back to the battle at hand, or battles to be precise.

"Send message to Lord Frey in the west, and Lords Ryswell and the Dustin commander in the north and south: Tell them to stand strong and fight them back, help is coming."

The wait has started, he just needs to be patient and his enemies will bring about their own destruction and then he will be Lord of the North, perhaps even more with the Lannisters abandoning him to stabilize the Northern Kingdom by himself. They will pay too, they will all pay the price for insulting and treating him like shite.

Three Hours Later...

Where are they? He wondered when he saw the western force begin to falter from the attacks by Brynden, in the south the entire defense had fallen and was now in open combat against the forces of the Vale, the Lords of the Vale has proven their strength and it gave him cause to grit his teeth.

The Stark Men in the North led by both Jon Umbers have broken Lord Ryswell's army and is attacking the walls, he is losing because his son isn't being swift and neither is the aid from the east. His position within the castle was bolstered by another three hundred, he's positioned the majority on the northern walls to stop the Stark forces trying to climb his walls and take his castle with their ladders.

Everything is worsening by the minute, and if he doesn't get aid soon then.. Then...

A horn sounded and he heard it, from the east. He ran with the Maester following close behind him, they got to one end and looked across to the eastern walls passing the Godswood. He would have smiled but he doesn't smile, he doesn't relent to happiness for that died with his first wife and first son. Any hint of a grateful expression fell when he saw over the hill was a thousand riders, and leading them was from where he could see looked like the falcon knight of old.

Rodrik

He and his men arrived in good time and when he saw that the alliance of Stark, Tully and Arryn winning against that of Bolton he felt the need to blow the horn himself, afterwards he and his men rode down the hill and collided into the fray of soldiers that attempted to stop him on the southern flank and with sword in hand he fought the army opposing him. In the carnage he saw Waymar and Yohn Royce, fighting his way towards them with Orion following behind.

"Rodrik! You've come in time!" Waymar shouted and stuck a Bolton soldier, he himself grabbed a spearman and drove his sword down the bastards shoulder.

"Yes. I have, now lets go! We have a battle to win!" He turned and began crying out his family words, "High as Honor! High as Honor!" Others joined and it increased morale of the men around him to keep fighting harder than the men fighting them.

The fighting got him excited, not the blood or killing but the fighting itself. Hours pass on and he felt his old self before this chaos engulfed the continent, he swung his blade left to knock another's blade and kicked the disarmed man to the ground. A Frey tried to take him from behind and Orion blocked the attack, defending him and killing the soldier. He nodded and had the Knight follow him, he dove into another fight and then another and one more after that.

Before long all theatres of battle around Winterfell and the remaining soldiers fled, died or surrendered. The Stark men scaled the northern walls and fighting was taking place inside, siege rams were pounding against the gates of Winterfell, they would still need the iron gain elevated but that job will be up to the Northerners on the inside.

Winterfell was completely surrounded, all opposing forces on the outside were defeated. He had the Vale forces get in formation, Brynden did the same and sent guards to the camp to retrieve Rickon, Sansa and Arya Stark. They waited as the fighting persisted but no more than two hours afterwards did the fighting truly end and the iron gates of Winterfell were elevated. He, Yohn and Waymar, Brynden and his nieces and nephew, and some three hundred men and Brienne entered the castle and Bolton men were slain left and right. At the door heading to the Great Hall was Roose Bolton, forced onto his knees and Smalljon and Greatjon were standing over him with swords in hand. The Northmen knelt to Rickon, or Sansa but that is a matter to be decided at a better date.

"We bring you a Bolton Cunt!" The Greatjon laughed out and pushed Roose to the ground.

He turned to Sansa and looked into her eyes, "What will you do?" He asked and she was surprised at the question.

It's her decision to make on the judgement, Rickon is still too young and will need a regent to make decisions for him. The Lords of the North and Riverlands know this, and so does he and his Banner-Men.

Sansa

She decides his fate, that's her decision to make is what Rodrik told her. Her expression became cold as she approached Roose with a dagger, a dagger she found amongst Petyr Baelish's old things, a valyrian blade with a dragon bone handle. Roose seemed unafraid when she came up to him, a resigned expression on his face as if he knows what will happen.

"You betrayed you liege Lord and King, betrayed the North by handing it to Lions and Weasels. No more." She didn't hesitate, not for a moment as she had Roose risen to his feet and she dug the Valyrian dagger right into his chest where Greatjon and Rickard had said where Roose killed her brother. She leaned in close to him as Roose was in pain, "The Lannister's Send their Regards... But the North Remembers, die." She stepped away and the Lord of the Dreadfort breathed his last and died.

This was a victory with many dying to retake their home, and she felt she did her mother and father and Robb proud today.

"Winterfell is ours! The North is ours!"