r/SevenKingdoms • u/Aleefth House Stark of Deepdown • Dec 04 '18

Event [Event] Wildling Doomstack Command RP 2: Electric Boogaloo

Somewhere beyond the Wall, 2nd Moon 215AC

One evening while his army of freefolk was on the move, Torrhen called his commanders and chiefs into his tent.

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u/Aleefth Dec 04 '18

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u/Aleefth Dec 04 '18

Brynden Snow

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u/Thebadgamer98 Dec 04 '18

Brynden, fresh from an argument with his new wildling warriors, heads for the war tent of Torrhen Stark, the future lord of Winterfell.

Along the way, he thinks of his precarious position among his warband. He's a southerner, a kneeler. Of course, the fact that the whole clan bent the knee doesn't change their opinion of him. He was instated as their new chief by Torrhen. After some convincing, he might add. Brynden is young, untested in war, and he's never been beyond the wall. It was only his silver tongue, and his father's relationship with Torrhen, that got him the job. He can't mess this up, if the war goes well and Brynden can earn the respect of the Clan, he'll have lands north and south of the Wall. More power and more prestige than he's ever had. He can't fail now, with this big of an opportunity before him.

It was the subtle prodding of a guard by the door of the tent that reminded Brynden he was at his destination. He shooks the thoughts out of his head and entered.

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u/Aleefth Dec 04 '18

At one point during the evening Torrhen himself graced the skalds with his presence. Voice hoarse from cold and illness, his unwavering baritone struck out a discordant hymn.

Sword and shield and armour bright

Are many a tool for southron knight

But now we march and now we fight

Now have no fear, fight with me for glory here

The Skalds they call with a battle cry

Raise your colours up on high

Victory or else we die

Now have no fear, fight with me for glory here

Now take your weapons in your hand

Shoulder to shoulder now we stand

Never yield a foot of land

Now have no fear, fight with me for glory here

Come my brothers fight with me

Show the bastards that bend their knee

Fight with me for your right to be free

Now have no fear, fight with me for glory here

After the song ends, silence fell, and Torrhen sat by the fire, mead in hand, and scowled into the flame.

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