Battle of Pyke

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Robert approached and asked: Boy you're going to be fine, I don't want you to die damn well I like you.

Adrián: Don't worry, Your Majesty I'll be fine, I'm doing it to shut up that idiot's damn mouth, if I win I'll make him sell the food to the north.

Robert: Hahaha, you're kind of interesting kid, why would you.

Adrián: because it is a way of repaying them, they are always the ones who suffer the most, more so with Ollena 's overpricing, that woman kills the finances of each house with which she deals.

Robert was pleased and clapped him on the back: Well done boy, you are much more of a gentleman than many I know.

Adrián smiled at that and they went to get ready, a couple of hours later the battering rams arrived, large ram heads, with holes where incendiary liquids could be added, it was strongly protected by metal and ironwood, in addition to wet skins about 20 men they were necessary to take them to the door and operate it, bags with flammable oils also arrived to burn the doors.

The next day we set out for Pyke

Our ship disembarked in Noble port, a small contingent of Ironborns was waiting for us, my men advanced street by street cleaning the houses, I was at the spearhead cutting every damn squid that ran at me in half, Robert and Ned followed me, Robert enjoyed as a child, the Ironborn do not use metal armor, but cooked leather, his mace wreaked havoc just as Ned with his Ice split them in half.

We walked street by street, there was a smell of salty air, iron, and shit in the air. I ordered the war drums to play, and a melody began, My men marched in lines to the south wall, in the streets you could only see a line of men in armor with green capes, and me leading this march, we arrived at the South wall.

I ordered the Trebuchets to be armed and aimed at the watchtower, the battering rams were being assembled.

Adrian: Does His Majesty want to fire the first shot?

Robert: HAHA child, you know that yes, activate the firing mechanism and throw the first rock hitting the wall, it shakes a little, then order all weapons to fire.

The heavy stones began to hit the watchtower one by one, the impacts resounding

Adrian: second charge, Archers ready for the rain of arrows, 500 archers stepped in front of 250 in 250 yells. They prepared the first 250 arrows and released, the second volley of arrows ready, the archers charged, Fire, this process was repeated several times, the screams were heard from the walls, and the arrows were ravaging the enemies.

POV inside the walls

Victarion: Prepared men we will make these shits pay the "price of iron", what is dead cannot die he shouts.

Men: What is dead cannot die.

Impacts of rocks being pounded into the walls were heard, men prepared defenses at the gates, and several entered the watchtower.

Victarion: Maron goes to the wall and orders them to prepare the oil

Maron: to order uncle. When he finished those words hundreds of arrows rained down.

Victarion: Enemy attack under cover, several Ironborn died pierced by arrows, others were wounded, they had several arrows stuck in their arms, they tried to withdraw them, screaming.

Bastards replied Victarion, they are using Barbed arrows, do not remove the arrows, it will only be more painful and you will lose more blood, I order, Maron to the tower, quickly take care of the archers, give the order to shoot everything you have

Maron ran to the watchtower to give orders, he hoped to gain merit so he could claim Honor and be able to have some Sal wives as tradition dictated, what he saw when he went up scared him, the siege weapons all pointed at the tower and below the battering rams had reached the door and began to pound on it, they cry.

Maron: what the hell are they doing, throw Boiling oil, and throw the rocks for those Battering Rams, shoot at the rows of archers.

Ironborn: Sir we already tried, the archers are out of our range and we used the oil to burn the ram's men, but they are well protected and the ram is armored with metal.

Suddenly a trebuchet stone went through the roof and crushed the man who had spoken, Maron was bathed in the blood and flesh of the poor guy, immediately afterward the tower shook from the constant stone impacts, Maron wasted no time and started running stairs down, reaching the door, the tower began to give way, part of the tower collapsed when he came out, several stones crushed his legs, he screamed for help, he was afraid and in pain, several minutes passed and steps began to be heard.

In his sight was a fully armored man in full armor, a horned helmet adorned with gold leaves and emerald earrings, wielding a green sword, approached him.

Maron: Mercy sir, I beg, I am the Son of Lord Balon, I will serve as a Deterrent so that he surrenders, just help me.

The Man looked at him and said with an ethereal and powerful voice.

Today there is justice that was denied to many people, there is justice for all women, for all families, for all men who stole, raped, and killed, today I will have no mercy, None of you have ever had mercy. His eyes shone in a strong green, Marón screamed, the subject approached with his sword to his neck, he began to sink the sword slowly into his throat, fine threads of blood began to flow from his neck, he tried to scream, but the blood clogged the throat.

The man knelt and said, you are the first and you will not be the last, this will be the price of your actions, I swear before the ancient gods that worse things await you in death, I will not let your punishment end with just this. Immediately afterward I cut off his head and took it with one hand, the soldiers began to enter through the gap in the wall, the gates were about to fall, and we had to defeat the barricade.

pov Adrian

The watchtower quickly fell, I got my men ready and we charged into the breach, Jorah and Thoros winging at my side.

Jorah: Already, this is going to be an intense battle.

Thoros: haha you can bet on it my friend, he pulled out his sword and set it on fire.

Adrian: Nice trick Thoros, a wildfire from what I see.

Thoros: haha you have a good eye child, if they die I will make their funeral.

Adrián: Ha, don't go reviving anyone by mistake.

Jorah took it as a joke, but Thoros didn't.

Thoros: So you know about R'hllor 's gift.

Adrian: If you can call that a gift, you can only bring someone back to life as long as they didn't die long ago, and that's through the sacrifice of children and newborns, or through your life force or life, don't make me say that you did not know, you are the only one who would use the 2 way.

Thoros looked at him in dismay, few knew that: I don't know what you're saying boy, his voice became firm

Adrian: Kinvara and Melisandre of Asshai, I'll just say that and I hope you'll send them a message for me after this.

Thoros was petrified he couldn't know those names: what message do you want to send.

Adrián: Nature collects its debts and many sacrificial souls are crying out for revenge, the fury will come sooner or later.

Thoros was a little scared, he felt the earth tremble slightly with those words, the wind had turned into hundreds of knives that scratched his face, for some reason Jorah seems not to have heard anything of their final talk.

Thoros: I'll send them a message, he proceeded to split up with Jorah. He didn't want to be near the young man, something told him that if he continued with him he would die in the worst ways he can imagine.

Adrian advanced and found Maron, with his legs Crushed, proceeded to impale her throat, and then cut off her head.

Adrian soldiers, the formation we have to break the blockade of the door, charge.

Victarion himself was leading the defense, the man was recognizable, Kraken - shaped helmet and gold cape simulating tentacles.

The man quickly removed the defenses from the gate and transported them to the first bridge of the castle, eventually the gate would fall, it was better to engage the enemies on the bridges where they could have an advantage.

I was advancing cutting with my sword every enemy that came to me, to claim my death and their honors, we had reached the first bridge.

Archers, yell, first-round fired, 250 archers fired the first round of arrows, the Ironborn covered themselves with shields or used their dead comrades, many shields were pierced, they moaned in pain, Second Round fire proceeded to scream.

It was a rain that reduced the entrenched Ironborn, we began to march across the bridge, Victarion came out in one last defense carrying an ax and a sword, he went ahead of the men, the subject was prepared to fight to the end.

I go forward and scream, Do not intervene it will be a fight to the end, I went forward in front of him and raised my sword and shield, Victarion charged furiously, his ax hit with all the force on my shield, after the blow, he charged with his sword and screamed.

Victarion : Damn child of shit, you will taste today the fury of the drowned god, your body at the end of the day, will have your lungs full of salt water.

Adrián: You could try, but you will end up like Poor Maron, decapitated and begging for mercy, seriously they only know how to swear by their damn god, in front of me their God is nobody, I screamed and lashed out with force in my blows, I had instilled a little magic in my body Swords clashed, the sound of metal roaring around them both.

Victarion received the blows of my sword with his and counterattacked with his ax, the blows were stopped by my shield, when his attack ended I pushed him with my shield and charged, and the first drops of rain began to fall on us.

Victarion was getting even angrier, his furious lunges were losing momentum, but that didn't mean he didn't have strength, his blows were still heavy and starting to chip away at the shield.

Adrian started doing shield slams, he had to stop victarion, the easiest way to disable his arms or legs.

The rain fell heavily, my soldiers began to beat their spears on the ground, and the war horns sounded.

pov Robert

The boy passed through the gap that I believe, his battering rams had already destroyed the door, I was surprised that he led his soldiers, he did not lead in the rear like other gentlemen, he went straight ahead and massacred any enemy that approached him with his sword it glowed green and red with blood.

he attacked the defenses of the gates forcing them to retreat to the bridge, his men marched through the streets in a unified way, his lord always in front, it was spectacular.

We arrived at the bridge Victarion was in command of the defense, the man had balls and came forward and the boy too, he was surprised by the order he gave, no one could interfere, he wanted a 1-on-1 fight on the bridge.

Victarion attacked with his sword and hand axe, the boy stopped his ax with the shield and the sword with his sword, it was spectacular the boy did not hold back, he was strong, he knew how to use his weapons and advantages, he did not lose his head in combat, trying to break Victarion 's balance with blows from his shield.

It was spectacular, a rain began, his men began to hit the spears on the ground, their war horns sounded, it was to see the boy like a storm, each blow of his sword thunder sounded and lit up the sky, the drums joined in In a short time, it was the symphony of the storm, so terrible and beautiful, emotions swirl in all those present

In the most spectacular combat ever seen, the boy was not like the morning star Ser Arthur Dayne, but in his way, he was spectacular to watch.

Robert could only laugh he felt alive, if he wasn't the king he would be in the boy's place, he loved battles, the smell of iron in the air, his hammer hitting enemies, but he had sat his butt on the damn chair. iron.

pov Adrian.

The battle continued for several minutes, a storm was upon us, and the swords collided fiercely, I had an advantage when using my shield so I could stop the ax blows, he began to concentrate his forces on the blows of his sword, and he had to overcome Victarion, it was larger, stronger, and more experienced, he compensated for strength with magic.

I just needed one mistake to decide the fight, that simple mistake could cost either of us dearly, the continual clash between us, Victarion was a well-balanced seaman in this weather.

Adrián started an offensive with his sword, he launched a blow that was stopped, Victarion attacked with his axe, Adrián moves his body avoiding the axe, and takes advantage of this to kick Victarion in the left leg, the man groans in pain, I will have to concentrate on the legs.

Victarion: Damn wretch, roar, I'll kill you and hang your fucking corpse at the castle gates. Scream with anger and fury

Adrian: Try it, I just answer

I started an offensive in each defense that Victarion tried to give, he used it to hit his left leg, he was going to break it to end this, in a short time a crack was heard, The Man now yelled, his leg had been fractured by the constant kicks and pressure exerted on the left side, it was an exposed fracture the bone had pierced the skin.

I put my sword to his neck and screamed.

It's over, I've won surrender, lower your damn weapons and this will be over, My voice was heavy it seemed like lightning sounded in the sky, The Ironborn were afraid, I had just made my way through a damn castle killing all the enemies and finally win your commander.

Take Victarion by the neck, and hit him to render him unconscious, immediately afterward I throw him to my troops, cure him, cut off his leg, it is no longer salvageable, and sterilize it.

My soldiers took it and quickly took it away, The ironborn began to drop their weapons, I and my soldiers advanced, and we began to take the surrender to the castle gates.

We arrived at Great Keep, Balon was sitting on the Seastone Chair, the hall was full of smoke, there were two children near the throne, the boy was sobbing, the girl was trembling, but not a single tear was running.

Maron's head and throw it at the foot of the throne and infuse my voice with magic

Adrián: Surrender or that will be your fate, A woman ran to see the head and started crying, I imagine you are Alannys Harlaw, I'm just giving you this chance, surrender and your children will live, a courtesy I offer something I can say you don't.

The woman stared at me, hatred burning in her eyes, so I spoke, O lady, I see that you burn with hatred, but tell me whose fault this is, mine who defended the towns from their men or your esteemed Husband who decided to return to the old ways, the woman continued to look at me with hatred.

Balon was furious, he was not going to give up without a fight: I never swore before a Baratheon, my oath was before the Targaryens, and my actions were justified.

Adrián: If that is your answer, men forward, signal the soldiers to advance. Balon panicked just like the children, the soldiers took them and chained Allanys and the children less.

Balon's chains and drag him from his throne, I drag him across the bridge littered with corpses and blood, my soldiers escorting the children.

Robert was in the square waiting

The boy had won a masterful fight against Victarion, he had broken his leg in the middle of the battle, he ordered his men to amputate his leg, it was no longer salvageable, the bone had pierced the skin, and the boy's doctors were finishing the job in one of the houses, the guy was severely knocked out by the blow and the sedatives they gave him.

Robert was impressed, he would have let the squid bleed to death, the boy had the guts to kill and the wisdom to forgive, he was a funny young man, if he were not the king he would have proposed going to the free cities to fight against all possible enemies.

Robert saw how the boy dragged Balon in chains, his wife from Roca and Sons followed him escorted by Adrián's men. He approached and kneeled Balon in front of me.

Robert: Let's see what we have here, maybe an oathbreaker.

Balon: I never swore anything to a Baratheon, my last oath was to a Targaryen and last time I checked, they weren't kings. My oath is no longer valid.

More than angry Robert began to laugh, after a while he said: You have balls I admit it, now that we're with you, he scratched his beard and looked at Ned, Jon, and finally Adrián.

Jon: Robert, I recommend that you pardon them and make them kneel and swear before you, only they can rule the Iron Islands, that some lord take the young Son of Balon under his care, so the future lord will not follow the old ways.

Ned: I agree with Jon, I'll take the boy in and raise him out of his old ways.

Robert finally said: Adrián gives your opinion freely, you are one of the most faithful shields I have and you earned the honors

Adrián took off his helmet, revealing his young face: my words would be very biased, his majesty knows that I hate pirates and slavers, in this case, they are both, but my advice is two ways, execute the whole family to the last drop of blood and give an example, everyone looked at me surprised, another idea would be to impose certain sanctions that I list.

1_ the iron fleet cannot be rearmed.

2_ each house can have x number of ships.

3_ Prohibit salt slaves and wives.

Robert and Jon argued, that they had taken the oath plus the sanctions, Balon shouted that it was unjustified and that he would kill my entire family for this.

Adrián: you are welcome to attack whenever you want, you will know the end I said smiling, speaking of that, a Greyjoy is missing, Euron.

Balon said he was kicked out for raping Victarion 's wife, the guy had murdered his wife to keep his honor they were screwed.

Thus ended the Greyjoy rebellion, Tywin organized a tournament in Lannisport to celebrate the victory, Jorah was Anointed in the sept as a knight by Robert, the Man also won the tournament and named Lynesse Queen of Love and Beauty. Hightower, at the party that night, asked Lord Leyton Hightower for her hand.

I watched this from my seat having a glass of water, next to me were Tyrion and Jamie, with Tyrion we played a game of Chess while we negotiated the trade with Lannisport, I agreed to increase my business as a point of access to my merchandise, while this was happening the proposal happened.

Adrián: That's going to end badly, I said casually

Both Jamie and Tyrion looked at me, he asked: Why do you think it ended badly?

Adrián: She will dry Jorah of all the gold of Bear Island, she is a rich girl from the south, the north is a hard place, the riches that she wants he will not be able to give her, do you want to make a small bet?

Tyrion: It could be true, she's a Reach brat, those people would bleed you alive, and what a bet Lord Adrian has in mind.

Adrian: I bet Jorah will do something stupid to please her and get executed by Ned Stark or Run from him.

Jaime: You are so sure, maybe it could be

Adrián: Nothing good comes from thinking with your head down, Jaime, but I'm sure it will end badly.

Tyrion laughed at this: I agree there are times to think with your penis and others with your head, but Jorah He is thinking with the one below, nothing more.

Speaking of which, Adrian, you're still single, right?

Adrián: Yes Tyrion, the truth is that I will be honest, I received a couple of marriage letters, but I reject them all, I prefer to fall in love freely than it is just a union of convenience, it rarely turns out well for either of them and we have several clear examples of it's.

Jamie knew what I meant, Robert and Cersei's marriage was shit, he lived drunk and fucking whores and he did the same with her.

Jamie: Interesting statement, and sometimes I would prefer marriages to be for love rather than convenience.

Adrian: Oh but they are, tell me Jamie that it would be better to be the King of everything with a spectacularly Beautiful or rich woman, but extremely unhappy or would you rather be happy with the woman you love, your children, and Grandchildren surrounding you.

Jamie took a glass of wine and thought about the question, it was simple but profound, he looked at Adrián and couldn't answer.

Tyrion remembered Tysha, with her he was happy and smiled, until that day they told him that she was a prostitute. His face darkened with the memory

Adrián: Well, gentlemen, I say goodbye, it's time for me to leave for the Island, if I'm late I will experience the Fury of a Woman more ruthless than Robert, about my mother.

Jamie and Tyrion laughed: Hahaha so Lord Trant is fearless if he is afraid of something.

Adrián laughed: Haha because they don't know my lady Mother, the woman could kick me all over the island if I don't get home on time that woman is scary when she gets angry, See you later gentlemen, may the old ones give us another meeting.

I go to the refugee camps to tell us to prepare to leave, in total we had 25 thousand people