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The Stark by Dscot

CH 2

The pungent odor of death and charred flesh permeated my senses as I navigated my way through the debris. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me. It was as if the screams of the wounded and dying were music in my ears, and the sight of blood and gore was like a beautiful painting. With an air of amusement, I observed a Targaryen loyalist desperately clutching his severed limb, futilely attempting to reattach it as his life force slowly drained away. Deep down, I was aware that my emotional response was far from ordinary, yet I found myself powerless to resist. Through my meditative practices, my connection to the surroundings had become heightened, bestowing upon me a perverse pleasure from witnessing and experiencing such brutality. It was akin to an intoxicating substance, an addiction to the surge of adrenaline that accompanied acts of violence and the ensuing destruction.

As I traversed the battlefield, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my soldiers. Their unwavering bravery resulted in the vanquishing of numerous Targaryen troops while incurring minimal casualties. Creating a visual achievement that was noticeable, by all the allied forces. The atmosphere was heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and the unmistakable smell of blood, but the sounds of victory drowned out all other noise. I approached my men, who were gathered around a small fire, and congratulated them on their victory. They cheered and raised their weapons in triumph.

I reached the sept situated at the heart of the village and spotted my uncle Rodrik Ryswell, who bears his father's name, seated outside the sept. He was seated outside the sept, indulging in what appeared to be a succulent roasted chicken. There was an air of superiority in his expression as he cast a disdainful glance at his companion, who seemed to be from the region of the Vale. With a light-hearted laugh, I made my way towards him expressing my delight at his well-being and seemingly insatiable appetite. In between hearty bites, he casually discarded the mostly stripped bones to the Vale men, before wiping the grease off his gambeson and ambling towards me for a warm embrace. Subsequently, he relayed the message that my grandfather desired my presence within the sept, where they were engaged in deliberating over the battle and charting a course of action for the future.

As I walked into the septic and realized how crowded it was turning around I signal to my bodyguards to cover and guard the doors before I reentered. Surveying the scene, my attention gravitated towards a figure that could only be Robert Baratheon, holding a wine bottle and indulging in frequent sips, while engrossed in a conversation with Lord Tully. Meanwhile Lord Tully resided on a bench supported by pillows, with a Maester diligently tending to his various injuries

As I approached, I noticed a gathering of Northern lords encircling my grandfather. To his right, my uncle Ned was standing with Jon Arryn and several Vale lords. It seemed that Lord Tully expressed his wish for both Ned and Jon to make their way back to Riverrun, with the aim of solidifying our alliance through the bonds of matrimony between them with Catelyn and Lyssa. Simultaneously, he intended to merge his forces with ours and personally join us during our advance towards the capital city of King's Landing.

I reminded my uncle Ned that in the contract we signed that he is to be married in the god's woods and not by the seven. That her father agreed that she will convert to the old God's. I knew this would be something Catelyn would not abide by. To be honest, I added that in the contract because of my dislike of Ned and Catelyn that I wish to cause them grief. I am looking forward to watching them fight and have any reason to have Ned look bad to the northern lords and have their opinion turn against him.

It was decided that Ned and Jon would go and get married while Robert sobered and heals up. As well as giving time for our men to rest and recover before we meet near the Trident. In another snub that could be overlooked because of my age I did not go to witness Ned marry Catelyn. Instead, I spent the time slowly putting spells over Robert's mind. Having him slowly listen to my opinions. I knew the spells wouldn't last long but they should hold up for at least a year. This is why I was happy that I was left alone with Robert while he was half drunk or fully drunk gave me plenty of time to weave the spells over his mind while it is weak and undefended. The second reason is Robert was having sex with multiple women. I wish the Lord to the north to see him for the fool and drunkard he is. I would whisper into their ears that this is who Ned wished to marry my aunt. I was slowly leaving trails of thoughts about how Ned chooses Robert over his sister and brother.

After one week of administering treatment to Robert, he developed a perception of me as an exceptionally intelligent young man. The notable shift in his attitude towards me went unnoticed by others, as it was not unexpected. While Robert had already held a favorable opinion of me due to my association with Uncle Ned, his desire to engage in conversations with me grew steadily throughout the week. Observing this, the other storm lords appeared amused whenever Robert would actively seek me out and engage in lengthy discussions. It was as if they viewed him as an indulgent uncle, doting on his favorite nephew.

Five weeks later we were setting up camp a quarter-mile from the Trident. With my grandfather's assistance, I dispatched a force of 7000 men, ensuring they remained inconspicuous and discreet, placing a notice me not charms on them. Employing stealth and silence, they were strategically concealed within the dense forest area to the right of the Trident. According to our maps, approximately a mile and a half upstream, there existed a shallow section in the river. Thus, I directed them to cautiously approach the riverbank and covertly cross it. Once on the other side, they were instructed to take cover within the forest, eluding any scouts that the Targaryens might dispatch.

Additionally, I arranged for my grandfather to send an additional contingent of 200 men, but gave the illusion that their numbers were greater by employing deceptive tactics. These men were positioned on the far-left side, appearing as if they were attempting to sneak, thus creating the impression of a larger force. This ruse aimed to deceive the Targaryens into believing that they were attempting to outmaneuver them, thereby prompting them to allocate a portion of their troops to safeguard that particular section of the riverbank.

On the opposing bank of the river, a Targaryen encampment had already been established. Numerous banners adorned the landscape, representing the noble houses of Dorne, the Crownlands, and even some from the Riverlands. Prominently positioned amidst them were the Targaryen flags. Jon Arryn, along with my grandfather, proceeded to engage in discussions with the Targaryen forces, aiming to secure a temporary truce. This respite would grant both sides the opportunity to allow their troops to rest, strategize, and coordinate battle plans.

Upon my grandfather's return, he informed us that an agreement had been reached for a truce extending until the following morning. I subtly encourage the Vale lords to engage in a strategic debate and effectively convince Jon to station his forces to the far-left position. Additionally, I orchestrated a scenario whereby Robert and his forces were replaced in the middle-left position. Employing my manipulative tactics on multiple Vale Lords, I create an illusion of pressure on the Northerners to place themselves on the far right side of the battle, while simultaneously urging the river landers to assume the middle right position. As the plan develops, it becomes apparent that the Vale lord and the storm lords are perceived as the architects of this battle strategy.

Mid-morning the next day, everyone was in their position ready for the battle to begin. Again, I found a place that would overlook the battle to come. I sat in the grass with my bodyguard surrounding me. We made a makeshift camouflage shelter around me. I closed my eyes and visualized the battlefield, trying to anticipate the movements of the enemy army. My breathing slowed, and my mind quieted as I focused all my energy on the task at hand. My heart was pounding with excitement and fear, but I tried to stay focused on my meditation, visualizing the movements of our troops and the enemy and everything became a blur of noise and confusion. But through it all, I focused on my meditation, trying to guide our troops and disrupt the enemy's plans.

Using battle meditation, I had the Targaryen focus most of their troops on the Vale and the storm lenders. The far right part of northern forces started to push the flanks of the Targaryen forces back and to the left. With each passing moment, our army grew stronger and more confident. The enemy's defenses began to crumble, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated. By now the Riverland troops took heavy casualties and were being pushed back but right before they broke and fled. They were given relief from the northern armies pushing from the side. Then from the back the 7000 troops emerged from the woods and smashed into the Targaryen troops from behind. Causing the Targaryen forces to panic and try to flee and not even put up a fight. It became a slaughter; the Targaryen forces were easily cut down while they tried to retreat.

Leon then concentrated in giving more mental fortitude towards the storm lenders to have them hold their position as the Northerners started to turn and re-organize before assisting the storm landers. It was then a mental vibration went through the pattern of the battle causing Leon to visually shutter as he tries to reconnect with the battle. After a few minutes of grasping at the threads of the battle and figuring out what was going on. Letting the emotions flow through him and not letting himself be carried away with it. He followed the pattern to where the disturbance was coming from. In the center of the river where the Targaryen and the Baratheon clash the heaviest.

He noticed that many Targaryen soldiers were turning and starting to flee. He was able to finally notice that the Targaryen Prince was dead. With the Northerners, coming from the side as well as circling from back, and with the death of the prince, the loyalists scattered, and started to flee. Small pocket of loyalists decided to remain to fight and die. These knights would not surrender and had to be put down.

Since Robert was injured in his fight with Rhaegar and I had plenty of healers. Robert was brought to my tent to have his injuries looked at. Around late afternoon the northern Lords gathered in my tent. Since the Northerners took the least number of casualties we had all the northern lords at the gathering. Since there was not enough room for everyone we had the tent flaps open and moved most of the party outside. moving the camp bed that Robert was laying in outside underneath a tent pavilion.

We were later joined by the Vale, Stormlands, and Riverland lords. With the death of Rhaegar, discussions were being talked about what we should do now. There were conversations and whispers in the past, but this was the first time the talk about Robert taking the crown was being discussed seriously and with more support. It started with the Stormlands who declared Robert as their King, followed shortly by the Vale lords and then Riverlands lords. Then everyone looked to Ned and the northern section. As I expected him to do. Ned got up and was about to declare for Robert before I intervene by telling them the North does not recognize the legitimacy of a Baratheon on the iron throne. Several lords looked at me angrily and then looked at my grandfather before noticing the northern Lords were still armed and armored, and were holding onto their sheathed blades.

Ned looks like he wished to say something but a glare from my grandfather and many of the northern Lords cowed him into being quiet. Afterwards I had Lord Marmot, my grandfather Lord Rodrik Ryswell, Lord Umber and Lord Karstark to stay with me and help in negotiating with Jon and Robert and several of their vassal lords.

Using the compulsion paper, as well as the spells I had laid on Robert. An agreement was made that the north was part of the realm only by name but in every other way we were independent. We agreed to not be kings, but took the title of princes. We became a principality. I was no longer Lord Stark, but Prince Leon My uncles would be princes but that title would not pass to their children. Only the main line children will have it.

We were allowed to raise and maintain a military force without needing permission from the throne. We were given back the new gift from the Watch. We did not have to pay taxes to the iron throne. I had the authority to legitimize as well as to raise and demote any house in my territory without needing the permission or interference from the iron throne. These decrees would be recognized in the rest of Westeros. We would support Robert in war time and he is obligated to support us even against those in his kingdom or any faction that were to attack or harass the North. We also made it that he must be a defender of the old gods as well as the new. We set up a system of what to do in case somebody from the rest of the seven kingdoms were to attack the North and what steps the North could take to get justice. If the North does every one of the steps and the crown does not help the North. The North is allowed to go to war with the territory without the crown backing the territory.

One other thing was added that the Targaryen princess was not to be harmed, and was to be given to the north. This is also signed that either you will pay the 5 million gold dragons to the north or the alliance will be obligated to go to war against whichever territory caused her death. We had this treaty signed by every noble house in the rebellion. I placed compulsion charms on it that should last for at least a year and a half for everyone to stay within the agreement. Once everything was signed and agreed upon I knelt in front of Robert declaring him the king of the seven kingdoms. Robert wanted to throw a feast after he was named King but I gathered my northern Lords as well as Vale and Riverland lords and encouraged them to march to the Red Keep

A half a mile before we arrived in King's Landing we were intercepted by some Lannister scouts. My grandfather and I as well as a few of my men rode into the Lannister encampment outside of King's Landing. We met up with the younger brother of Tywin, Gerion Lannister. My grandfather handed him documents, informing him that Baratheon had laid claim to the iron throne and asked them if they would recognize his claim. In our discussion we learned that Tywin is expecting to be able to enter the city without having to siege it and that he is not here since he is negotiating the surrender of the city.

Knowing what was to come I went back to the rest of the northern army and had them get ready. I had ordered seven of my ten bodyguards that I had created to be ready to enter king's landing as soon as the gate opens and Lannister starts pouring in. Knowing it was risky since I hadn't let my mind fully rest, but I needed to do another session of battle meditation. Realizing that I had an opportunity that I couldn't miss. I got out of my saddle and sat in the grass under a tree nearby and started the breathing exercises before connecting to the pattern of the world and the emotions of those inside the walls of King's Landing.

Feeling the emotions of the citizens in Kings Landing I suppressed their fear and increased their rage. I fanned their anger, giving it a purpose. Giving the citizens temporary clarity and battle instincts. At the same time when the gates to Kings Landing started to open, the first Lannister soldiers ran through the gates. I pushed caution into their minds, and started to have fear and paranoia, overwhelmed them. That would cause them to hesitate and make deadly mistakes. Their minds will be clouded, causing them to, even attack their fellow westermen. I specifically orchestrated the deliberate targeting of the nobility within Tywin's forces. Marking them as a beacon that causes the citizens of King's Landing to be more deadly.

Upon the opening of the gates, the signal prompted seven of my Golem Bodyguards to swiftly cover a distance of one thousand meters in under three and a half minutes. Dividing my mental focus, one part was dedicated to engaging in battle meditation, while the other part took command of the leading Golem Bodyguard as it surged through the city, closely followed by its fellow guards. Utilizing the knowledge acquired from thorough map studies and reliable intelligence concerning the whereabouts of the Martell royal family, my bodyguard raced through the castle without interruption, effortlessly overpowering numerous gold cloaks and Lannister soldiers who attempted to impede their progress.

As we ascended the steps, a piercing scream reached our ears. Upon turning the corner, we were confronted with a door that had recently been forcibly breached. Inside the room, two men emerged - one a colossal figure, ruthlessly tearing away the garments of a woman, while the other exhibited a repulsive countenance, deriving sadistic pleasure from stabbing the lifeless body of a child.

Reacting swiftly, my bodyguard sprung forward, delivering forceful blows to the giant's limbs, rendering them unusable. Meanwhile, another bodyguard entered the fray, methodically incapacitating the giant's legs, while the initial bodyguard focused on the remaining arm. Subsequently, a third bodyguard entered the room, swiftly dislocating the limbs of the repulsive piggy of a man and seizing him by the neck, forcefully removing him from the premises.

The first bodyguard proceeded to extract the formidable giant from the room, ensuring further incapacitation by fracturing his kneecaps, shins, shoulders, feet, and hands. Meanwhile, the remaining four bodyguards had engaged with the Lannister men stationed in the hallway. Each Lannister man, still breathing, endured the shattering of their hands and shin bones, subsequently being restrained in a hogtied fashion.

In order to ensure the elimination of potential threats, my bodyguards inflict fatal cranial damage upon those individuals who were presumed deceased. Following this, a group of five out of the seven assigned bodyguards effectively barricaded the access points using their formidable tower shields, while the remaining two diligently maintained vigilance over the detained individuals.

Upon the successful arrival of my bodyguards, the Princess was safely secured within her chamber.. However, the Lannister soldiers faced significant challenges, with a third of their troops either injured or deceased. Despite overwhelming casualties among the civilian population, there were multiple instances where the Lannister forces were being pushed back then, encircled and slaughtered. Each time Lannister's were defeated the citizens would gear themselves with fallen Lannister weapons. These civilians fought with an unyielding ferocity, demonstrating little concern for their own well-being.

As the intensity of the battles escalated, I found myself struggling to maintain my connection with the situation. After the first ten minutes, the emotions were so extreme that I had to pull back since it became painful to keep the connection open. I spent my strength focusing on my golem and leaving the city and citizens to defend themselves. My senses become hypersensitive, with my eyes feeling particularly vulnerable and my head throbbing relentlessly. Upon wiping my nose, I discovered my hand stained with blood. Concealing my discomfort to the best of my ability, I summoned the strength to rise to my feet, experiencing a sensation of dizziness. Nevertheless, I persevered and mounted my horse, leading my forces deeper into the city.

Concurrently, I issued instructions to my grandfather, entrusting him with the responsibility of commanding 2000 Northerners, as well as all available troops from the Riverlands and the Vale, to ensure the security of the city and protect its inhabitants from the encroaching Lannister forces. Furthermore, I encouraged the Vale troops to exhibit a level of ruthlessness in suppressing any remaining Lannister. Playing on their honor, to protect the innocent from the cruel Lannisters.

I encountered minimal delays, while successfully traversing Kings Landing and reaching the Red Keep. Throughout the journey, my visual acuity fluctuated intermittently as I clung to my saddle with a vice-like grip. I made a concerted effort to refocus my thoughts and concentrate on the present. Fortunately, upon arriving at the red keep, my mental clarity gradually returned, accompanied by a renewed sharpness in my eyesight, although a persistent and intense headache persisted. The discomfort in my eyes resembled the sensation of someone rhythmically plucking at the nerves behind them. Along our route, we observed signs of skirmishes between the commoners and the Lannister troops. In light of these occurrences, numerous Northern lords sought guidance on whether they should intervene in the Lannister soldiers' actions. I conveyed the importance of first securing the red keep, and trusting our allies with the ability to shield the inhabitants of King's Landing from the Lannister forces.

Not surprisingly, a majority of the Lannister forces failed to reach the red keep, as only a limited contingent of soldiers were stationed at the gatehouse. Additionally, a few groups from their ranks were engaged in both harassing and being harassed by civilians in the vicinity. To address this issue, I deployed some of my men to encourage better conduct from the Lannisters. Fortunately, we managed to steer clear of any significant conflicts with them. Along our path, we encountered several soldiers from the Westerlands who were constructing a barricade in front of the gate. While proceeding forward, one Lannister commander even attempted to obstruct my path, but I swiftly ordered my soldiers to forcefully remove him, without concern for his well-being. This decisive action prompted the remaining Lannister troops to retreat and lower their weapons