Warfare and Oaths

A mile off the encampment of House Frey who is besieging the Tully defense of Riverrun, but its shoddy with no patrols, no siege weapons or trebuchets built.

And just now eight-hundred men built of deserters, Malisters, Blackwoods and even the common people. They walked with soft steps until they were but a few feet, four hundred knocked arrows doused in wildfire and were loosed unto the unknowing Frey encampment. Tents, food, and horses were in flames within minutes.

The Frey men tried to ready a defense but the assaulting has more tricks up their sleeves, large pined balls doused with oil were rolled down the hills and arrows lit them up, they rolled and smooshed the Frey defense. Finally leading the two hundred cavalry and two hundred foot rode to the front, and with excited eyes she unsheathed her sword and turned to her army.

"Men of the North! Men of the Riverlands! We liberate Riverrun in the name of justice, in the name of my family! Charge!"

Arya, Sandor, and her allies of Beric, Thoros, and Lords Blackwood and Mallister charged the shite of defense her families traitor allies could muster. The training by Rolland came in handy as the first man standing against her was thrown from his horse, and the next got her sword 'Needle' to his throat. Looking left she saw a dozen Frey soldiers attempting to flee and was feathered with arrows.

In the fighting she saw one of Walder Frey's sons running in a wagon carrying someone he recognizes as her mothers brother, Edmure. He's alive? She thought before turned and riding towards it with Sandor and ten others following her, "Take him out!" Anguy the Archer knocked a shaft and loosed it into the back of the Frey bastard, the horse and wagon crashing into a tree. She hopped down from her horse and ran to see if he was alright, and he was.

"... Arya?... Arya Stark?" She nodded and helped him up. The bastard was still alive and attempted to kill her, but before that a grey shadow jumped and tackled the man to the ground.

The drawbridge of Riverrun lowered and a hundred Tully men rallied by her uncle Brynden led the assault. The Frey forces were soon overwhelmed, fleeing and being cut down by the dozens until the last of them were captured, 1345 men besieged this castle now only a seventy-five remain to be their captives. Alas she's ordered them all slain, not much mercy came at the Red Wedding and she will give no less mercy than that.

"Die you whore!" A Frey came from behind her and she might have been killed if not for one thing, an old friend she reunited with on the road. Nymeria jumped the bastard into the dirt and carved up his face, and a smirk came to her lips as the man begged for mercy.

Morning came and she met with Brynden, a family reunited. The walk over to the drawbridge allowed her to think about how she came all this way.

Two Weeks Earlier...

"How do we even find them?" She groaned out as the Hound came back from getting less knowledge as they already have.

Then again she did find Hot Pie again, this time she got a perfect depiction of a Direwolf and she automatically thought of Nymeria. Sandor grunted in response before answering her, and the response wasn't at all what she wanted to hear.

"Maybe if you stop asking every few minutes. Then and only then I might concentrate." She huffed and turned away, clearly angry at her companion.

The traveled for another two hours, talking back and forth about the time passing with the occasional insult here and there. The two were passing a bridge when a arrow zipped past her and hit a nearby tree, it startled her and narrowed her eyes to the direction it came from while unsheathing her sword.

"Come out, or else we- " She attempted to call out before out of the brush came not one or two, but three she recognizes and with another party of twenty.

Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, and Anguy the Archer. She had once swore to kill all three when they let that witch take Gendry, she still might do just that. Yet she needs their help, to liberate the Riverlands and aid her uncle Brynden. "Beric. We came to find you lot so you- " Sandor tried to speak before the one-eyed man rose his hand to stop him.

"No need. The Lord of Light came to Thoros two days ago." Beric started and approached her and Sandor, "We do not kneel, won't accept any rule other than our Lord. But, we will help your Falcon King for he; like us all, have a more important battle to fight." She didn't understand and honestly she doesn't wish to, but at least they have made a start.

'This is just the beginning. Now we fight.'

Present Time...

Two hundred men from the Brotherhood harried the supply lines of House Frey, and Lannister. Days after that Houses Mallister and Blackwood both gathered three hundred men and ambushed Walder and his brood by sneaking and attacking the Twins dressed in false oaths of fealty, she had joined in and personally cut the bastards throat right open for her mother whose throat was cut to the bone. Their Maester was close to sending a raven before Anguy shot it down, good thing to be sure because they don't need any Lannister interference.

Later on before marching here she encountered Nymeria on a hunting trip, she was so happy that her friend was still surviving.. Just like her. Nymeria had also gathered a following of ten to twenty wolves on her side and during the attack they were with them, the time of wolves came again when Nymeria came back to her and she swore to never make her leave again.

"Uncle." She greeted and sheathed her weapon, she never met her uncle Brynden except once or twice as a babe. He was gruff and hardened by this war. "I came here on behalf of my sister, the Queen in the North. We would ask the Riverlords if they would align with us, the north, one more time." She recited the words she's practiced for this exact moment. Uncle Brynden grunted and turned to her other uncle and his nephew, Edmure.

"I'd say he has more say than I do, so what will it be? Edmure." Brynden asked Edmure who struggled to stand on his own, but he did. Her uncle stood as proudly as he could before talking back with a response.

"A shower first, but later... We call the banners for war, in the name of those lost, for King Robb! For my sister!"

Brienne

"How do you know?"

Brienne sighed in frustration and turned to her unofficial squire that has been a pain in her arse, but he isn't all that terrible.

"That innkeeper said King Rodrik had taken the Stark girls into his home, so the Bloody Gate is where we go." She told Pod sternly as her strength and will is entirely focused on fulfilling Lady Catelyn's last wish, for once she does find her charges then she may be able to find some form of peace and meaning.

It's all she's wanted since she was a child old enough to ride and fight, to find meaning in her craft of swordsmanship. She wants to serve and at first that was for King Renly: the rightful and most worthy monarch that if he'd lived then the realm would be brought into a grand and glorious age. She failed him and Renly was killed by his brother, Stannis the Kinslayer.

Her second charge was Lady Stark, gentle and stern she was, a genuine nature of honor and justice. She swore to keep Catelyn safe from all harm and would have returned to her when she brought Jaime to King's Landing, but instead she and her son along with the majority of the Northern host was destroyed at the Twins, her second failure had crushed her strength.

Yet Jaime would give her a meaning once more, to protect Lady Starks children with all she has. Her leads have brought her to the Vale, King Rodrik's domain. And she intends not to fail again.

"Who approaches the Bloody Gate?!" The guard atop the gate asked them as they approached, close to a hundred bowmen stand on the cliffs on their right and left. She stepped a bit closer and cleared her throat.

"I am Brienne of Tarth, this is Podrick Payne my squire. I have come to see King Rodrik or Queen Sansa."

Sansa

Sansa was busy looking over the map of the North, getting herself prepared to set formations when Rodrik gives the word for them to move. Two weeks have past and she's thrown herself into a war leaders mind, reading books on strategy and even practicing with a sword herself though she much prefers a bow to that, either way she wants to take part in the future war.

She had also finally gotten a raven to Jon, though she hasn't received a response quite as of yet. She wants him to begin orchestrating with the other allied lords, gathering supplies and weapons and food. Perhaps he could even get these 'Wildlings' on her side and she could give them land to live on for their assistance in defeating House Bolton.

"My Lady?" her handmaiden spoke up after entering her chambers and she looked up to the girl and nodded, "There are two persons here to see you, would like a honor guard to meet them?" She noticed the girl was quite nervous and she would see why.

"And who is these two? Surely it cant be so important that you would bother me." She questioned and the girl shook her head.

"Its a boy, and a woman. Brienne I think her name was- Milady?!"

She didn't wait for her to finish before leaving the room with two guards and the handmaiden following her, she cant and couldn't believe what she heard in there. She hasn't seen Lady Brienne since the wedding of Joffrey and Margaery, she had originally thought she stuck herself in the service of House Lannister, making her an enemy to her own House and Kingdom.

She threw open the doors and saw the large woman and her 'husbands' squire standing in the courtyard, her blue eyes widening in shock and surprise. It was Brienne, and Podrick Payne.

"Lady Stark- I mean, my Queen." She heard the woman say to her and approached, but the guards and Ser Roland stepped forward with hands on their swords. "I mean no harm, Pod take my sword." Brienne told her squire and handed him her blade but she stopped it.

"That sword... It belonged to my father, didn't it?" She asked and Brienne nodded without hesitation. She had heard Ice was destroyed, but not forged into another sword.

"It was past to me to protect you, and your family. It was what I should have done for Lady Catelyn... But." She halted her from continuing then, not interested in re-hearing the doom of her mother and brother. "I know you don't trust me, but I beg of you. Let me shield your back, keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be, this I swear to the Old Gods and the New." Brienne swore loudly and proudly for all to hear, and she stood halted in shock of it all.

Brienne was correct, she didn't trust her for that is a trait she had to adopt in King's Landing. Yet looking into Brienne same colored eyes even she could tell the woman was genuine, frantically searching for the traditional words to say she took the steps and held her hand out to the knelt woman before her.

"Yet my mother trusted you, and so shall I. I promise you that you shall always have a place by my hearth, and meat and mead at my table and pledge to ask no service of you that would bring any dishonor. This I swear to the Old Gods and the New." Brienne looked absolutely proud for this moment, as she should be and she is also happy to have another sword to protect her family. "Ser Rolland. Have two chambers made for Lady Brienne and Lord Podrick Payne." Rolland had hesitated for a moment before sheathing his sword and doing what was ordered.

"Your Grace, where might King Rodrik be?" Brienne and she honestly thought they wouldn't believe her.

"Well... "