Jason Black

Jason fell forward roughly as portal flung him into a wasteland being ravished by an endless storm. He shielded his eyes from the frost, quickly glancing around her harsh surroundings as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. He didn't know how he could stop it. However, he focuses on the icy slope ahead, seeing light at the top of it. He felt that that was the way to go…the source of the White Frost.

Slowly Jason started to wake up, head feeling as if a troll had smacked him about and body aching as if he had fallen from a cliff. He felt snow against his face along with sharp rumble scraping against the right side of his face which was pressing to the ground. Grunting, he'd push himself up onto his knees, panting as he caught his breath while examining his surroundings, being in the centre of a clearing of some forest.

It was easy to tell that he wasn't in his kingdom because of the trees, they weren't fitting for the land but more for mountainous inland. Already he questioned if he was in some other world taken by the Almighty. Maybe he was just at …and everything had just been a bad dream.

"I wish…" He muttered as he'd staggered up to his feet, groaning in pain before grasping at his right side. Considering his experience with injuries, he could tell that a rib or two was broken, nothing that swallow and stormlight inside him will heal it. However, his sharp ears hear something in the surrounding woods, a heavy foot breaking twigs. Survival instinct had the Surgebinder on guard, grasping his Steel blade, waiting for a sign of who or whatever lurked about.

From the thick tree line, a gruff figure armed with a crude axe stepped into view. For a moment Jason thought it was an enemy warrior but noticed how the clothing was far too primitive in design. The bearded man grunted, speaking out in some unknown language while waving his axe about in a threatening manner.

"Easy now, not looking to fight," Jason spoke back, biting back pain from his injured side. Slowly he'd sheath his blade. The man looked confused at the Knight, obviously not understanding him before grinning after a moment. Again he spoke, tone calmer as he lowers his axe and relaxes his stance, though Jason saw how man's other hand shift to a rusty throwing knife at his hip.

As soon as that knife was thrown, Jason's sword was out as he batted the blade away midflight with a resounding clang. The raider gave a wide-eyed look of shock before yelling out in some kind of warning cry. It was cut short as Jason rushed forward, growling out as anger and adrenaline drove him, the steel blade slice right into the man's shoulder and cleave through to his hip. Blood and gore flew about as the severed torso and lower body fell aside, right as more angry yells followed. Three more raiders storm out at him, gruff faces fierce with anger.

"Come on you pieces of filth," Jason growled. Quickly he was surrounding, three of the wild men quickly attacking from all sides. Being wounded and angrily left his defences low, yet his skills guarded him as he'd slash left and right. His blade would block a worn sword while a movement of instinct stopped an axe from cutting into his back. One by one they dropped, a blade to the gut, an arm severed and another impaled.

Panting, he saw more wild raiders swarming from the woods, nearly a dozen from a glance. Always the same, men never giving up even after seeing their friends dismembered. Right now he didn't care if they were all suicidal…he'd fight them all! As the first line of men closed in stormlight came out of his heart. Jason covered by stormlight, his wounds healed, his muscles strong, glowing like the sun. They howled and stumbled around only for him to move in cutting each flailing man down. More hateful yells and cries came from the second wave which he ignored. He charged forward with a surge of energy. The resulting explosion ripped the men apart and split nearby trees apart, leaving only a chilling silence afterwards.

Panting, he'd step back to survey the battle, leaning back against a tree to steady himself. Over a dozen of the raiders were dead, small fires. "Any more…anyone?" He spoke out, exhaustion and anger making him lose a bit of composure for the moment. Taking a deep breath to sigh, he'd take out a dropped on his knees, a soothing feeling soon course through him to quicken his recovery. Taking a moment to close his eyes to calm himself, he'd soon hear a new sound approaching him, the hooves of horses.

Opening his eyes, he'd shift to stand straight as he felt party recovered and focused once more. Soon from a more open part of the woods, three men in leather and chainmail rode in on horseback, each carrying round steel shields with the mark of a snarling wolf on it. Jason could tell they were soldiers from their gear and the way they acted, although their expressions showed shock at the death and destruction before them.

Quickly, all three of them focused on Jason who stared them all down. His sword was still out, held low to his side. The soldiers had their spears up slightly as one rider moved up, keep his weapon at the ready. "Who are you, outsider?" The man spoke, his accent deep and tone stern. The language was that of the northern kingdoms though the dialect was different to a degree.

"Jason Black of Jah Keved." The Knight simply stated.

"Jah Keved? Is that some land from Essos?" The soldier quickly questioned. "I can't say I've seen anyone like you either. Armour is unlike anything I've seen…sword…white hair and-" He'd pause when he saw those eyes, yellow. It caught him off guard and grip his weapon more tightly. "Did you kill all of these bandits? There must be a dozen, yet you're alone."

Jason paused before nodding. "Yah…they attacked me suddenly. Couldn't understand them before their swarmed." He explained.

Again the guards muttered about each other, giving warily looks to the white-haired man. "Outsider, in the name of Lord Eddard Stark, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell, you are to accompany us back to the capital keep for questioning." The leading guard requested.

Already Jason realized that he wasn't the north... not his version of the Northern Kingdoms. He didn't know about any Lord Stark of Winterfell, the first hints of being in some different world. "I take refusing isn't a choice?" He asked.

The guard simply nodded, the other two tensing slightly.

Sighing, Jason sheathed his steel blade before stepping towards the three soldiers. "Fine, I'll come along. I'd rather not cause trouble with the lordship."

"Smart man…We're a few days away yet the King's Road will get us there quick. Hopefully, you can share more about yourself and where you come from."

"Trust me…I have just as many questions." The Surgebinder muttered back, feeling that difficult times were coming ahead. Right now, he had to follow along, learn as much as he could.