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(There was a time lapse since it is our natural terrain I presume we could move faster and our Estate is near Hornwood, so Lionel would be getting there as either Nathanial won, I won or we were at a standstill. If you think this post is not up to par just let me know and I will edit it out and rewrite it. Though it makes sense to me that Nathanial would not know what the hell was going on since why would an Ally betray him? But who knows. Won't be able to post till tomorrow night so I can fix it then if need be.)


The Northern winds bemoaned with an acrimonious lust consuming the bowmen of Thorneir. Grimnir began to contemplate how her ploy would turn out with the current situations; Lionel was presumably near the fleet of which he burned along White Knife. Also to take the advantage of the surprise he would want to get near as possible to Winterfell so his warriors would not be exhausted, for any good General would do such a thing. Grimnir scoffed slightly, her archers were vigorous men, born, raised, and trained in these bitter climates. Of course, Lionel would take his men to rest the cold for them would be no less than brutal. She sent her messenger around the same time Lord Grey’s, no Nathanial the feeble-minded pitiless dupe’s messenger had left. Giggling at that new name she had just thought of Grimnir sighed softly wondering how it would feel to see him suffer as his wife fell before his eyes.

Her plan was falling into place it truly was perfection, added on the air tasted as if a blizzard was approaching which would make the battle so much easier for them to win. Mar grabbed her arm whispering in her ear:

M’Lord the messenger may not make it back to the keep in time, this could potentially be a fault we cannot remedy.

Grimnir laughed loudly patting Mar on the back.

Mar my dear do not ever doubt me, if he perishes we will merely use his body holding it up to the keep, have Seea imitate his voice and have the gates open to our looming gale of devastation. Though I think he will make it, though his Master is frail of mind and body, he did not come off as such, also seeing as he is still walking nearly after a half a day of travel I am quite impressed. Tell the men I will brief them when we are within an hour of Winterfell and to eat their rations shortly.

Waving her hand slightly she dismissed Mar who began passing off the message.

The next half a day of travel was truly a blessing for Grim, not only did she love the cold, but the frigid air felt like bliss upon her bare breasts. Grim was quite sure her messenger had not reached Lionel yet, it would take at least a few days to track them down across the river then to find their camp if they made any, but it did not worry her at this point. She knew her warriors were at least a day's journey ahead of Lionel's boats maybe more, though to that she was unsure. With or without Lionel there Winterfell would fall to flaming arrows and warriors who could hide amongst the snow as if it were their own skins.

Nightfall was quickly approaching as her band of merry kinsmen traipsed gleefully after the injured messenger. Grim decided that her bowmen should hear a speech to drive their hearts into the fiery passion before they reached Winterfell to pass the time as the wolves howled their melancholic tunes. Her voice echoed in the coming darkness filling it with a sweltering uproar.

MEN OF THE NORTH!

We travel through these hoary mountains with frozen vapor so vibrant I can feel the rime melt upon my warm breast! We are a people of hunger, of mirth, of valor, of affection! We are the ones that are sought after for aid in these petty squabbles they dare call wars. They know nothing of WAR NOTHING! For when the horns cry out an arrow silences them! When the dawn rises, kissing the mountain peaks with its warm caress arrows pierce the sky with their sonic cries!

When their army surges from their protective sanctum to meet our own our arrows will perforate not only their bodies but also their souls! Their morale will crumble like dust to the prodigious rush of the Tundra wolf! We will drink not their blood from this onslaught my fellows! Instead, we shall drink in the awe-inspiring, soul lifting taste of a people conquered to our lips! It will taste sweet like a pup drinking milk from its mother’s breast it will trickle from our lips tumbling to the mud letting know any being that treads upon this blood-saturated land that THE HOUSE OF THORNEIR stood valiantly! They shall tremble in fear when our voices are heard amongst the clash of steel and ringing echoes of falling stone!

The imminent fall of Winterfell is at hand! Tonight we shall overcome!

Grimnir’s speech ended as soon as the high walls of Winterfell came into sight. She waved her bowmen to run silently amongst the adjacent tree’s waiting for her signal.

The messenger approached the gated walls speaking in a booming voice:

OPEN THE GATES! I BEAR NEWS FROM THE HOUSE OF THORNEIR! LORD NATHANIAL MUST HEAR MY MESSAGE BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!

Time seemed to stretch as the large doors were ever so slowly pushed open. As they reached a shuddering halt, Grim began to move quickly through the trees bursting into the open careful to stay low blending in with the snow whilst signaling her bowmen as she drew her own weapon. The messenger began to walk forward yelling something that caught on the wind carrying it further past the encircled trees:

CLOSE THE GATES WE HAVE BEEN-

The messengers body hit the ground with a wet thud blooding spilling from his wound staining the snow revealing nothing but the trees and white snow upon the ground behind him. The guards looked puzzled slightly as two more arrows blazed through the air implanting themselves into their necks. The guards near the drawbridge cried out!

CLOSE THE GATES!

GET THE BRIDGE UP!

WE ARE BEING INVADED!

Grim’s men no longer had the white snow to guard their cover it was open warfare now. Sprinting across the space to the closing drawbridge pulling free her arrows from the guards necks blood spilling onto her pristine boots. Grim jumped landing on the bridge with Mar close behind her breasts landing heavily on her chest. Crouching low to the ground she let off another shot as Mar ran forward splitting the other’s face open. Nathanial knew someone was here, not entirely if it was her but someone was here nonetheless, oh the look on his face would be priceless.

The Night was long Nathanials death was neigh!