socalfunplaces Chapter 406 – Blacktyde 02.
Chapter 406 – Blacktyde 02.
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Third Person POV
Blacktyde, 300 AC.
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The castle soldiers were desperate, trying to mount a defense against the crisis, but it was already too late, as the Arctican infantry was already passing through the gates and had begun trampling any local resistance.
Jon watched everything with his arms crossed from the window, still keeping them folded, while he could see the look of fear on Lord Blacktyde's face.
The sound at the door stopped, and with the castle being invaded, they began to worry more about themselves and the defense than about the lord locked behind an impossible-to-open door.
"No... my castle cannot have fallen...", the man stammered.
"Your castle? Funny you say that, when in fact your nephew is the one who should be your lord, not you, Goren Blacktyde."
"He betrayed us!", the man snarled. "Baelor follows those damned Seven! Since he was young... he has been a cursed convert to the gods of the continent. Only I, a true ironborn, follower of the Drowned God, should be the lord. King Balon gave me my place here."
Jon brought his hand to a corner where he kept Blackfyre unsheathed and resting against the wall, after all his door could be broken down and he would grab the sword faster that way. Still, he held the sword by the hilt and placed it in front of him, in a threatening stance.
Goren saw that and could not help but swallow hard.
"Know that he hates you." Goren immediately said. "Baelor calls you the demon of the North, just like all those damned followers of the Seven... they also hate you, hate your people, hate what you did in Oldtown and hate your gods and your magic!", the man tried to argue quickly.
The woman began to whimper, thinking that Jon would kill them upon displaying his sword.
"No, I am not very interested in hearing that nonsense. In fact, if he hates me... well, that will be between him and me. But you, simply... I will tear that information out of your nephew. Where is he?", Jon asked, his eyes drifting to the window. The sounds were growing louder. "It won't be long before they get here."
"He... he is in Great Wyk!", Goren replied.
"The island in the western part of the archipelago...", Jon thought. "Very well."
"Will you spare me?", the man asked anxiously.
Jon laughed in his face. "Of course not, you idiot. You are more than just a damned ironborn, you command them. I will do the same thing I did to Victarion Greyjoy on Bear Island... Your head will be on a spike in front of the castle soon", Jon replied mockingly with his laugh.
"What? But I cooperated with you!", the man snarled, though he was somewhat shocked by Victarion's fate, which he had no idea about until hearing Jon Arctic.
"I didn't promise anything, did I?", Jon mocked. "It is very easy to give information after you see your fortress already conquered, with you captured and defeated..."
The man was far less brave than before, when his men had been pounding on the door trying to open it. Even back then, Jon had still been there, with a calm expression. He had not been worried whether they managed to break the door down to rescue him. And now, he no longer saw anyone pounding on the door.
"Now... In any case, your death is necessary... I will carry out a purge on the islands. It will have to be an effective job, placing other leaders in the place of all the current ones..."
And so, Jon returned to watching his men fighting on the walls and in front of the castle, which was also being invaded.
The difference was clear: one could see heavily armed men, who knew how to fight and maintain formation, while the ironborn, besides having inferior equipment — leather armor or perhaps not even that — fought like savages, without discipline, and did not know how to regroup or form a battle line. They were being crushed.
The advantage of being faster than the other soldiers of Westeros did not work against the Arcticans using armor, even if plated, as light as leather armor thanks to the magical runes that created Eldenmetal, which was still the most used metal in the army, even though Valyrian steel had already become quite common as well.
"We do not sow, you say", Jon said, without looking at Lord Blacktyde, who was trembling and it was not from the cold this time. "But here... this is exactly where you begin to choose what you will plant."
"You damned bastard! I may go to hell, but I curse you to go with me as well!", the man shouted.
Jon merely showed a faint smile. The man, enraged and desperate, felt a chill. Even the woman began to moan loudly, with a look of fear.
"I see that you are full of energy, Goren Blacktyde, what do you say about taking a walk tonight?", Jon said as he approached, keeping Blackfyre in his hand.
The man fell silent at once. Since Jon had already condemned his fate, all that remained was to wait for death. Even so, he tried at least to attack his enemy — which ended up being a mistake.
Jon simply took Blackfyre and began cutting the ropes with movements precise enough to cut right up to the limit of the rope without cutting the man's skin, one by one, making a calm motion. He sheathed Blackfyre, and even with the man free, he did not try to move. He only looked at Jon in fear.
Jon grabbed him by the side of the neck and pulled him out of the chair. "Tell me, Lord Blacktyde, have you ever flown in your life?"
"What are you trying to do? Are you going to throw me from here?!", the man stammered as he was pushed toward the window.
"As much as I would love to do that, I still intend to execute you publicly. But I will not deny you the privilege of a nighttime ride in the sky."
Without explaining much further, Jon simply grabbed him under both arms, lifting him using only his strength. The man could not even resist. Jon used monstrous strength, which also shocked the woman still gagged and bound, as she saw Jon simply pick up her husband and throw him out of the window, sending him flying a few meters before he began to fall freely from the tower.
"AAAAH!", the man screamed immediately. As he saw the ground approaching, he believed that was his end.
But suddenly, a creature appeared beside him. He did not even have time to react when he felt his body being violently shaken, before being grabbed by something and beginning to fly through the sky.
"This will keep him busy for a while", Jon said, watching Lord Blacktyde being carried into the sky by Caraxes.
He then looked at the woman, but saw no value in her. Even if she escaped, which would not happen, it still did not matter.
Jon went to the door and undid the rigidity of the wood, making it return to normal, since it had been reinforced so that no one could open it before.
Soon after, some men were running through the corridor and, upon seeing him, stopped immediately. Jon watched them and began to remove Blackfyre from its sheath, while taking the helmet from his belt and placing it over his head.
No one attacked him. They only stood there looking at him.
"Come on. If you defeat me, you win this war and my armor and weapon, isn't that a good deal?", Jon said, opening his arms.
That made the men look at each other. They did not know if he was mad to suggest such a thing, but that Valyrian steel armor could be worth a great deal of money — perhaps enough to buy an entire city.
They let greed speak louder than fear and, being two, gained confidence, advancing immediately against Jon.
Jon responded with a quick movement, cutting both down in just a few blows. They fell to the ground, bleeding and dying.
Then he continued down the corridor. Servants ran out screaming, while soldiers came right behind. Jon began descending the tower, attacking anyone who tried to challenge him. But most felt fear upon seeing him, wearing full armor and emerging from that tower so suddenly.
Most did not try to face him — and those who did were killed in seconds, compared to Jon, who possessed the greatest swordsmanship techniques the world had ever seen, dealing with ironborn was a simple matter.
He made his way to the main hall, where he found the Arcticans receiving the surrender of the men, who were dropping their weapons. The castle's master-at-arms, who had been in command of the ironborn resistance troops, had been cornered with the place full of Arcticans coming from all the entrances, and Lancelot was commanding the situation, he stood with a small group surrounded by the Arcticans in the middle of the hall.
"Well... it seems it's already over", Jon said, entering the place.
"My king, you have arrived", said Lancelot.
"It seems so. Well, put the prisoners outside. All the ironborn must be gathered on the iron side under a strong watch. Search the castle as well and break open the vault and everything of value... Put Lady Blacktyde, whom I left in one of the rooms, under custody — you can place her directly in a cell. We don't know if she knows any secret passage, so keep everyone together until we decide what to do with her", Jon said.
His men nodded and carried out the order.
He watched Arya nodding to him. She was a bit dirty with blood, but did not seem very satisfied, as she must not have fought much. Jorelle, on the other hand, showed a smile beneath her helmet — she was much more covered in blood. She had enjoyed fighting with the new armor, it seemed.
Jon walked to the main table. It had not been used in the past few hours. He picked up the remains of a soup that the lord must have eaten, smelled it, and shook his head.
"No, my... can someone prepare real food? I'm hungry."
"I am too!", Jorelle shouted right after, moving toward the table.
"You already ate tonight before this... you'll get fat quickly like that", Arya mocked, as Jorelle shot a sharp glare at the Stark girl.
Jon took some piece of meat that was still usable, but his men soon went to the kitchen, taking over the place. There was a group just as skilled in cooking as they were in being warriors — he himself had selected a group for the main ship. These men knew how to fight, but more than that, they had culinary skills.
'The king needs to have a full stomach', Jon always said.
In any case, the city was still in battle. The entire island had already been taken. Some ships managed to escape, but ended up encountering the creatures in the sea. Even though, at first, more than twenty ships had fled, they were pursued one by one, and the krakens destroyed them all. Even if it took some time, no one survived. No bodies were found.
Blacktyde had been conquered that night, and no one beyond that island among the ironborn archipelago knew... They should never discover what happened — or, when they did, there would already be Arctican ships invading their ports.
The food was served while Jon ate at the table. Men came in constantly, giving reports about the city, the docks, and the castle. He also sent men to check on the slaves in the other village, in the middle of the island.
"Bring the steward", Jon ordered.
Soon, a bald man was brought in and forced to kneel before Jon, who ate calmly. Arya was seated with Jon, and even the Mormont woman, who although they had said she had eaten, she was devouring food with insatiable hunger.
"I want to ask you something", Jon began, looking at the steward at the main table as the king of Blacktyde itself. "Are there only slaves in the village in the middle of the island, or do you hide some? Because I cannot find any others."
The man shuddered before answering. "My lord... can you tell me what happened to Lord Blacktyde?", he asked carefully.
Jon raised an eyebrow. "Are you really trying to impose things on me?" the King of Arctica asked, watching him with a curious look, though it seemed intimidating.
And it worked, as the man trembled. "I do not wish to impose anything, I would just like to hear a few things if you allow me to ask..." he said quickly, with some fear. The boy-king was half his age, but he had to be careful not to end up dead as well.
"Proceed..." Jon asked.
"Thank you... what will happen to Lord Blacktyde?" He seemed loyal.
"You must be wondering why he is not in the castle, aren't you?"
"Lady Blacktyde said you threw him out of the window...", he shuddered. Even some servants who worked in the castle began to look at each other. His men were prepared to attack if anyone tried to rebel, but Jon remained calm.
"It is true. But do not worry, he is not dead. I merely asked a friend to take him for a ride", Jon said.
"AHHHH!!!" In the sky, more than ten thousand feet high, the man screamed as the eagle carried him over the island. He was still shivering from the cold, because he was still naked..
"Please, be merciful", the man said, making Jon almost choke and look at him from the table, stunned.
"Merciful? You call your lord merciful?", his voice rose quickly, with a tone of anger.
The man shuddered. "My lord... Lord Blacktyde treated the slaves better than the other lords of the islands."
Jon kept staring at the man, with his eyebrow raised. "Treating slaves better... but still treating them as slaves", Jon mocked. "Your lord, besides usurping his own nephew — who has the rightful claim to Blacktyde — still keeps slaves. He will be executed for associating himself with the attacks on the North and the destruction of the peace of the realms, conspiring with a rebel, and for maintaining this system of slavery. I intend to remove all the slaves from the island."
"Please... Arcticans, mercy...", the steward pleaded immediately.
But Jon shook his head. The man continued begging.
"It was King Balon who demanded this... we could do nothing..."
"You seem to be a fearful man and loyal to your lord. However, he still took part in these actions. But do not worry, Balon will meet the same fate. No... he will have a worse fate than any other lord executed on these islands. Now tell me where there are slaves, if you still wish to preserve your head", Jon threatened.
The man even tried to resist, but in the end began to report everything. That entire speech about the lord taking better care of his slaves fell apart. Even more so when he revealed that they kept men living and working in the mines and that they had destroyed several houses in the city to use the wood for the new ships that Balon was having built for his raids.
Some time later, the city was finally subdued. Most of the forces had been exterminated, and more than a hundred ships had been captured.
The ships that were on the right side of the coast were taken to the port, joining the others, while more men were disembarked from the Arctican ships.
Jon went to sleep in his quarters on the main ship. He ordered that Lord Blacktyde be brought back to the deck, trembling and looking at Jon as if he were a monster. Seeing him nearly dead, Jon healed him a little and soon ordered that he be thrown into a cell.
The next day, Arctican troops went to the villages where the slaves were kept, demanding that everyone be brought to the castle where Lord Blacktyde had fallen, as the new lord would make an announcement.
Men, women, and children still did not know what was happening. But when they saw the execution platform being set up, they were stunned. First, because they were not forced to work that day — quite the opposite, they were forbidden. They were told that the island was now under a new lord.
"I, Jon Arctic, also known as the King of Arctic, White Wolf, by some of you..." He paused, showing Blackfyre ready to execute. "... condemn this man for leading raids, practicing slavery, and for having helped destroy the peace of the realms", Jon declared before everyone in the fortress courtyard. "I sentence him to death."
With those words, he simply raised Blackfyre. The man did not even have the courage to defy him this time. The next moment, his neck was cut and he fell dead to the ground.
Jon did not execute only him, but several other men as well, one after another. In the end, he executed more than fifty captains, after exposing their crimes.
"And then, what should we do with the ironborn who are left?", someone asked.
Around eight hundred still remained on the island. Even having surrendered, they were executed one after another.344
"Leave an opening to the port. Place some ships prepared to depart", Jon said. "Let them try to escape. At least their deaths will be more... interesting than simply killing prisoners."
"Now let us go to the castle. I want to hear each one of these slaves. I want to understand what their lives were like here", Jon said.
Just as he had taken interest in the slaves of Slaver's Bay. And even though he had not stayed there long, he had heard a great deal about their lives. This was one of the motivations for him to begin sending men to try to change that system for some moons, before leaving it in the hands of the red priests.
Jon listened to them one by one.
Men who worked without rest, while the ironborn kept their relatives — perhaps even wives — but mainly their children alive, only to use them in the future. The children grew up and also became natural slaves, alongside their parents.
The women worked in harvesting and less physically demanding labor, but they were forced at all times. Some ironborn would simply enter the village and take any woman to satisfy their desires, even in front of a new man she had formed a romantic relationship with after arriving on the island. If she was very beautiful, it was almost a curse — she would not last long in the village. Some even went as far as killing one another to have a beautiful slave as a salt wife.
Jon listened to everything in silence. None of that seemed worthy of a "kind" man, as the castle's steward had said about his lord. It was cruel. Inhumane.
If he could execute Lord Blacktyde a second time, Jon would cut his neck again with pleasure.
He also listened to the castle servants. There were many children among them.
"We will take them to the North." Jon decided. "Their masters chose a way of life that condemned them to death. The only mercy I will give them is a chance to start over. But they will have no rights over the Iron Islands. If they wish to stay, they may — but they will no longer have slaves. The system will fail, and hunger will dominate this place until the ironborn learn to live with a bit of dignity. It may take centuries for them to become a power again. It is quite possible that the Seven Kingdoms will become eight, cousin..."
"Or nine... with Arctic becoming a new kingdom", Jon was interrupted by Arya at his side. While he nodded without feeling offended, seeming thoughtful instead.
"That is true. Nine kingdoms..."
"I think nine kingdoms sounds very good. After all, Arctic will be the capital of the new government of Westeros", Arya added beside him.
"Yes... Well, in any case... the children between 12 and 18 years old will be taken to the Wall. Those younger than that can be educated, and may choose to cultivate land in the North, as long as they follow the laws."
"The salt wives and the other women will also have that choice — to stay on the island or go to the North together with the former slaves. They must decide..."
Jon issued his orders, and they were quickly spread throughout the city. Men went to the slave village to inform them of the choices they would have to make. They also went to fetch the men in the mines, who were living there — since they either chose that, or slept in the streets and were beaten, or even executed by the ironborn if they disobeyed.
The remaining men on the island — raiders — had all been killed. The only group left did exactly what Jon had predicted: reduce the watch over part of the docks, select 50 ships, and do exactly as I instructed, so that it would be a reason for them to flee.. And just as Jon had predicted, it happened.
As soon as the defenses relaxed, they managed to escape and took forty ships, quickly setting sail for the sea, shouting insults at the Arcticans, even though none of them seemed offended... But when they reached the edge of the horizon, green explosions began to erupt. All forty ships were obliterated. Jon had ordered the ships to be filled with wildfire and prepared with candles that burned slowly. When the fire finally reached the deadly liquid, it caused devastating explosions, which also struck other ships, creating a chain reaction.
Those 50 ironborn ships were filled with wildfire as Jon allocated part of the stock to the vessels. Since 10 remained, teams were quickly sent to remove the barrels of wildfire from them before they could explode in the harbor.
As for the 100 ironborn ships that had been captured... Jon ordered that a group of 20 men be placed on each ship, and the Arcticans could sail them to the North. There were at least 2,000 former slaves who would be taken there, along with the Night's Watch and the men who would have to wear the black.
The Arctican men who would come from Arctic, along with Bran, would be responsible for reorganizing all those thousands of former slaves. The ships were also equipped with proper clothing for the cold.
In any case, Jon caught three or four ravens trying to leave the fortress and other places in the village in secret. He did not execute anyone for that — he simply let them think they were warning the other islands.
At that moment, the Arctican fleet began to split into two groups. Jon would lead one, while Lancelot would lead the other.
Jon ordered that Lord Baelor Blacktyde be rescued in Great Wyk and brought to Pyke, while he would head to Harlaw with two hundred ships.
And so, they began to leave Blacktyde behind — leaving only thousands of burned bodies and a place practically empty, with a few former slaves who had chosen to stay.
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