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Seagard
The Ironborn were gone forever, so the war was over, and the fleet sailed back to Seagard. The queen gathered the court to explain the situation and to dismiss the hosts so the kingdom could move forward.
"Your Excellency, what happened?" Lord Fell asked the question in everyone's mind. He was slated to sail with the second wave, and seeing the host return without even landing on the Iron Islands did not bode well.
Rumors that the queen had chosen peace bloomed quickly, but the men were too terrified for that.
"The Ironborn are dead, and the Iron Islands are cursed for a long time." Queen Argella explained the details, including her battle with the Drowned God and the current status of the islands.
"As the war is over, the hosts will be disbanded, and I will be staying in Riverlands to oversee the rebuilding process. There will be…." The queen trailed off, looking puzzled.
"On second thought, don't disband the hosts, and wait for me." She ordered, leaving the room.
"Sasayuri, there is trouble at the Reach and Dornish border. Keep the host ready to sail to Reach."
"Understood."
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Reach - Dorne - Storm Kingdom Border
"A demon collapsed the passage?!" Mern slammed his hand on the table, scattering papers and knocking over an ink bottle. The knight's accounts of why the passage had suddenly come down on them were not making sense to him.
The knight looked ready to keel over and die but nodded nonetheless. "Aye, my king. What shall we do?"
"We have come too far to just leave now. We must clear the way, no matter what." Nymor Martell wasn't ready to give up yet.
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"I'll admit they are persistent." Chiyo had gone to check what the enemy decided to do and came back with bad news.
"What now?" She was a god, but war was not Saiguu's forte and would be best left to Chiyo.
Chiyo shrugged. At full power, they would definitely put up more resistance and inflict greater casualties on the enemy, but it was not possible now. "There is nothing we can do except leave and get word to Ei. The passage is too narrow, which makes clearing it difficult. Hopefully, it will delay them long enough."
"Then let's hurry." They had horses and could cover larger distances now in their tired state.
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Day and night, thousands of men worked to remove the rocks and open the way into the Storm Kingdom again. King Mern and Prince Nymor were restless due to talk of the demon who cut down their men like paper, as it could be waiting for them on the other side. Rousing their hosts and marching all the way to the border was a burden on their coffers, and returning without anything to show would be humiliating for both houses.
Pride before a fall.
With the constant effort, it had taken a week to clear the way again, and the hosts began to cross the border, circumventing the storm.
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Sixty thousand men from Reach, half of them consisting of Faith Militant, and thirty thousand men from Dorne stood together, ready to march to Nightsong and then all the way to Storm's End.
What they did not know was the fact that a gathering of this size did not escape Argella Durrandon's gaze.
King Mern and Prince Nymor stood before their host to make a grand speech in an effort to raise morale, but it was cut halfway through when the sky split open.
The Storm Queen floated in the sky, looking down at the invaders with a frown. A tense standoff took place, with the humans watching the god warily.
"Archers, draw!" A Reach lord gave the order, breaking the men out of their stupor, and the men rushed to do as they were told. The Dornish host followed their allies, and thousands of arrows were let loose.
Blinking at the audacity, Argella Durrandon did nothing as dozens of arrows pelted her with no visible effect.
Not expecting the Sorcerer Queen to be arrowproof, the hosts ceased firing, waiting for orders.
The host, already terrified at seeing the sky split open, and men were about to desert, seeing the enemy not even attempting to dodge their attack.
The Storm Queen descended down, still floating, and looked at King Mern and Prince Nymor with a smirk.
"I summoned a storm covering our borders, one capable of killing any hostile who crosses it. If you wished to throw your lives away, you could have done it somewhere else." She said, spinning a crossbow bolt fired by a brave man around before flicking it with her finger, sending it flying back at greater speed, leaving a hole the size of a peach on the man's head.
"Demon! We will not stop until your presence is vanquished from the face of the Seven Kingdoms by the grace of the Seven-who-are-one." A knight, embellished with the insignia of each of the Seven-Who-Are-One, spoke with a religious fire burning in his eyes.
"Ah, yes, your gods. To be honest, with every interaction, I am convinced more and more that they don't exist. The old gods did; I spoke with them as much, and the Drowned God of the Ironborn was real too, though I am not convinced it wasn't just a particularly powerful monster posing as a god." She commented, and how she spoke in past tense about the Drowned God did not escape Mern and Nymor's attention.
Cautious now, the King of the Reach thought his thirst for revenge might have led him to a great folly. "You saw the Drowned God?"
"Yes, the miasma from his corpse has cursed the Iron Islands forever." She explained, plunging over ninety thousand men to silence.
The knight, who Ei thought might be the leader of the Warrior's Sons, scoffed, but there was a weakness to it. "You killed it? Lies."
"I would have offered to take you to the Iron Islands so you could witness it yourself, but it is pointless since you are all going to die." Ei twirled Musou Isshin, not in the mood for showing mercy to vultures who would strike her lands while she was busy ridding the continent of the Ironborn.
If arrows did not work, there was no reason swords and spears would, and Nymor would not die here. "Perhaps we can negotiate?"
Ei leaned her head to the left, considering it. "You will surrender your crowns and bend the knee to me as vassals. In return, I shall spare your lives and allow you to return without harm."
"Surrender if you want, Nymor, but I won't. Her demon could not stop us, neither will she." Mern's father had died fighting, and the dread in his heart be damned if he wouldn't do the same.
Ei stopped gathering her divine might, puzzled. "My demon? What are you talking about?" Had a monster from Teyvat found its way here and crossed paths with the enemy host?
"The demon you sent to stop us, of course." King Mern replied, suddenly unsure of himself. If the Storm Queen did not send that thing, who did?
"I did not send anyone to stop you. I wasn't even aware of anything until over a hundred thousand men gathered on this side of the border. An oversight on my part, one I will be sure to not repeat again." Ei warned. If a monster was on the loose, then she would need to hurry, for it could do greater harm than these mortals.
"Then who was she?" Nymor asked, seeing they had made a mistake since Argella Durrandon did not know of the creature that fought their scouts off.
She had seen how the demons were portrayed in Westeros, and a sliver of hope lit up in her. "She? What did she look like?"
"If this is so important to you, we should negotiate properly this time." Prince Nymor offered, hoping this could stop the Storm Queen.
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Ei, irritated at the man, decided this exchange was over and raised Musou Isshin.
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Lands of House Dondarrion
Having horses was great, as it allowed them to travel and rest more. Chiyo, especially, was happy for the opportunity to let her shoulders rest. Oni strength or not, they had been on the move for close to a year now, and it grated on her strength.
"Two more lands ruled by nobles, and we'll finally enter the dominion of House Durrandon." Saiguu checked her map, sure that they were on the correct course to Blackhaven, seat of House Dondarrion.
Pronouncing these names was torture on her tongue.
"I just hope they have hot springs somewhere around." Chiyo would give a fortune to soak in a hot spring, with good liquor in hand, surrounded by friends.
The Kitsune goddess, who had more opportunities to learn about the continent, grinned at her friend. "I heard North has some?"
"I'd rather not go through the cold."
The horses reared up, terrified, and the reason was easy to see. A section of the Red Mountains, right back at the passage where they crossed into Storm Kingdom, was gone, annihilated by the divine thunder of the Narukami Ogosho.
Chiyo and Saiguu were startled too, but recovered quickly to calm down the horses.
"Well, she got to them earlier than I expected." And Ei, in the usual fashion, did not hold back.
Pity too; those mountains would have made a nice retreat.
"Are we going to ride all the way back now?" The oni maiden asked to see if Saiguu had an idea.
"No need." At this range, Ei would have no trouble detecting her little flare.
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Of the ninety thousand men that had entered her kingdom, only two random knights were spared, who were out cold. A small shock, harmless but strong enough to wake them, jolted the bodies, and they slowly rose.
Ei sighed as the knights fell on their knees, crying and begging for her to spare them.
"Enough." Contrary to what people might think, she did not enjoy terrifying the humans, or any other creature weaker than her, but the alternative was war, and close to a hundred thousand men had died already.
"Gather supplies, and go back to Sunspear and Highgarden. Tell them that King Mern and Prince Nymor are dead and how it happened. If Princess Meria Martell and whoever is regent in the Reach do not surrender to me, I will do the same to them."
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Seagard
"Lady, excuse me, General Sasayuri, what is happening?" Lord Darren, after not receiving any answer from his fellow lords or any other member of the host, had finally decided to ask the woman the queen had left in charge.
Ignoring his slip of the tongue, she answered with a calm tone, not worried in the slightest. "I am not sure, but I believe that Reach, Dorne, or possibly both have discovered a way to cross the border."
How, she did not know. These lands did not like magic of any kind, and she would sooner eat her bow than believe Ei's storm had faltered.
Darren panicked. "But the storm?" Blackhaven bordered Dorne, and there were only the bare necessary guards left to defend the castle, trusting that the storm would keep any possible invaders out.
"They must have bypassed it. Her Excellency will deal with the situation, and if it descends into a war, your men must be ready to march." Sasayuri knew this news would have led to panic, but a literal god was solving the problem.
"We did not have the chance to bloody our swords properly; if those Reach pansies and Dornish snakes are looking for a fight, we'll give it to them." While Harvest Hall did not face raids from the Reach like Blackhaven and Nightsong did from the Dornish, Taryn was still looking forward to revenge.
"I am sure Her Excellency appreciates your enthusiasm."
"Could you tell us more about what happened at the Iron Islands? The men are too silent." Symond had rarely seen men so silent and terrified in victory. Being left behind to fight later did not seem such a bad idea anymore.
"An understandable condition. Allow me to explain the events in detail."
—
Every single noble in Seagard had gathered, filling the room to the brim, just to hear the tale.
By the end of it, Sasayuri's small sigh of contentment as she sipped her drink was the only sound in the room. The tale, with plenty of eyewitnesses, had the expected effect, as slaying a god in a duel was quite different from destroying a castle.
What do they do now?
Should they cast out the Seven and start worshipping Argella Durrandon, the God of Thunder and Eternity, as General Sasayuri called her?
She did not demand worship, saying the people of the kingdom were free to believe in whichever deity they wished to, but she had done more for the kingdom than any other god, and didn't that make her the most worthy one to worship?
Life was changing too much, too fast, and too ridiculously, and the people of the Storm Kingdom did not know what to do.
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Kingdom of the Rock
Lannisport
King Loren watched as a sailor, raving mad after returning from the Iron Islands and screaming of monsters and corpses, was dragged away to be seen by the Maester. Days ago, the Baneforts, Westerlings, and Estrens had all sent men, speaking of the destruction of the Iron Islands.
They had seen a storm covering the Iron Islands, which should not have been possible, and vessels were sent to see if the Ironborn were making use of foul sorcery to defeat the Storm Queen following the destruction of Harrenhal.
What they had found was death and destruction, with the islands suffering from the largest and most terrible storm recorded in history.
Loren did not want to believe the messengers, yet just like his cousin, he had an inkling that they were not lying.
Three ships were sent to the Iron Islands, with only one returning, its hull littered with claw marks, dead men, and the corpse of one monster, a mix of man and shark, leaking dark, foul-smelling blood everywhere.
Loren had ordered it burnt.
Once in the comfort of his room, the King of the Rock put his head between his hands and lamented, as the indestructible Casterly Rock did not look that way anymore.
What was he to do now?
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Vale of Arryn
Eyrie
Sharra Arryn had felt fear in her life before but had always controlled it.
Not this time.
The knights she had handpicked to see what in the name of the Seven was happening in the Riverlands returned with the same news as Ser Theros.
Harrenhal was destroyed by Argella Durrandon, whether with a mere swing of her blade or not, and she had to swallow that bitter pill. Vale and the Storm Kingdom did not have any quarrels, but with all that power, what could stop Queen Argella should she decide to conquer Eyrie?
During the day, problems of an entire kingdom plagued Queen Regent Sharra Arryn, and at night, nightmares of death and destruction did not leave her alone.