The North Remembers Part 1 The harsh wind blew it's cold wrath. A girl stands enduring it's icy pain. A girl of short white hair Standing motionlessly. Not moving a muscle. Almost as if she were frozen. Yet she opens her eyes. They are clear blue ... blue as the sky. She looked ahead ... staring at the path ahead ... It was time to set out ... It's time that the world pay for all that it has done.
Mistral was a small, yet well built woman, with short round light auburn hair, and a large bang that nearly covered her left eye. Her skin was becoming a bit more pale after her time in the North. It was as smooth as if it were made of snow. And her eyes were as grey as a sky that could not decide whether to poor drenching rain or a thunder clap on some hapless victim below.
She was watching Bran at the range. She watched as he was preparing his shot. Jon was helping Bran by whispering in his ear, as usual. Eddard and Catelyn Stark watched Bran with pride. Mistral
Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 15As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, the path finally began to narrow and enter a small valley, forcing the party into a long line, three men wide. Torrhen was between Tyrion and Renly, while Bronn, Ser Rodrik and Ser Willis were placed ahead of them and at the front rode his mother with Ser Donnel and his squire. The minstrel, thankfully, was much further back.
“How much further do we have to travel? Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but I find myself losing feeling in my legs and would like to dismount at our destination with some dignity.” Tyrion asked, visibly grimacing after spending so much time in the saddle over so much rough terrain.
“Not much farther, my lord.” Ser Donnel replied with authority. “The Bloody Gate is just up ahead.” Then, as the party rounded a wide corner and true to Ser Donnel’s word, the Bloody Gate came into view. While not impressive to the eyes, the squat fortification was well placed. Any arm
Game of Thrones: Tale of the Red Wolf-Chapter 14After two days of hard riding, they had finally caught up to the party. Through rain and cold, they had kept up their pursuit through the Mountains of the Moon, forsaking both food and rest. Now they lay on their stomachs overlooking the campsite where the small band relaxed, serenaded by their resident singer. By some of the looks on their faces, especially Ser Rodrik who hated singers, he wasn’t making many friends.
“So aside from your mother, the captives and the singer, that leaves seven and all of them look like they know what they are doing with their weapons,” Renly said softly.
“Well, we do have one thing on our side. Along with Ser Rodrik, three of those men have the colors of House Bracken of Stone Hedge and the man with the morning star is a knight of House Wode. The Bracken’s are sworn to the Tully’s and the Wode’s are sworn to House Whent. I don’t think they’ll attack the grandson of their liege lords. Which just leaves
The Strongest Man of the Night's Watch“Halder is the strongest man of the Night’s Watch. As a builder he is always pulling ice blocks for the Wall. Not that I mind, but I can’t do such thing. My muscles are as effective as my smile” Dolorous Edd alleged, holding his cup of wine. The dinner had finished a long ago, but many brothers were still celebrating the Name Day of Jon Snow. Wine and beer were everywhere on the tables.
“I bet for Grenn. I’ve seen him lifting a sack of potatoes bigger than Jon with just one arm… And, as far as I know, it is not the only big thing he can lift easily.” Satin said laughing, and giving a soft push to Pyp, who was sitting next to him. Just few brothers understood him. “What do you think, Pyp? Is your Aurochs stronger than Halder, or would you bet for a builder’s arms? He added with a naughty giggle. Pyp was in unbeatable mood, so, he laughed, clear and hig
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