Chapter 32: Oldtown
Me and my personal guards, just walk around the city. I lead them, but I am extremely careful, though I am good with a sword, that is mostly in tourneys which is pretty much swordplay compared to war.
Plus on there, no one would kick you in the nuts or something like that. But on here it is different, war is cruel and chaotic.
I immediately see a horse without a rider in it, I climb on it. Though it is a little difficult with my heavy armour on, it is still not impossible. As soon as I get on the horse I immediately take command of the troops and start giving orders loudly.
"GO TO THE HIGHTOWER KEEP, TAKE IT OVER!"
I give that order and most of the men went there as the others r*ped and did other horrible deeds. When a man is close to death and his blood gets high, he will want to breed, its primal instinct all the way.
The battle rages on as I go with my men to take the Hightower castle. As I am riding towards there I see dozens of men in armour and horses charging towards me.
When I see this, I whisper a spell. "~Vælą Moŕģaàñ~."
Slowly the horses of the men charging me start thrashing around in pain due to my spell.
*bam*
Dropping them on the ground, that is when we have the advantage and order my men on foot to butcher them, as I ride past them. But I still use my sword and..
*swish!*
Cut off the head of one of the men on the ground, who charged at me before. I keep riding after that, not looking back anymore. As I charge towards the castle where the Hightowers live. While riding in there, with my men behind me.
With my heavy armour, I am already a little tired. That is why I am using a horse, to move faster and not get so fatigued. But I am still glad that I wore this armour, or else I am not sure I could get out if this unscathed.
Still though, my helmet doesn't keep the foul smell of blood and guts. War really is as gross and as useless as it seems. No wonder in my last world there were no big wars going on. Wars are useless and are just a hole in a nation's treasury.
So I am extremely careful and order my soldiers to attack different strategic points. I keep my personal guards as close to me as possible. Making sure that no openings appear on the protective formation round me.
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Two hours later and the whole Oldtown is taken over. The casualties on my side are around two thousand men, thankfully though most of them are the hired mercenaries. Well that is good, I did send them to the most dangerous places in the city with the highest concentration of guards. I obviously got this information from skinchanging into my hawk.
I used this to my advantage and worked a plan like this. After all, I do plan for at least 90% of the mercenaries I hired to be killed by the end of this war. At least then I will get my money's worth.
Anyway, this place too has an adolescent lord. Which I completely disregard and order my soldiers to throw him into the cells and have an around the clock supervision. I sit on his throne, and call over a maester.
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When the maester arrives, I see that he seems nervous.
"Don't worry, I won't so something as brutal or dumb. Like attacking the Citadel, it is a place of learning and ruining any knowledge in it wouldn't be worth it." I reassure the old maester who seems to be nervous, and most of that nervousness comes from being afraid of me doing something like burning the Citadel.
Of course I won't do that. These guys completely poisoned the last dragons and even to this day suppress sorcery a lot. Which sounds amazing to me. After all, I too don't want other people learning magic. So I will support them 100% percent to supress people.
"Anyway, bring me a letter… I will be writing to the Queen of Thorns." I order the maester.
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[ General POV ]
It doesn't take long for Arthur (MC) to write the letter and send it to the Queen of Thorns.
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And in High Garden, Olena Tyrell is wandering in her gardens and drinking a delightful cup of tea, she is simply relaxing with no one except her.
At least that is until the maester comes with a sealed letter on his hands. The maester starts talking. "My lady, it seems like a letter from Arthur Redhawk and-"
He is about to continue talking but Olena lives up to her nickname by simply saying. "No need to talk dear, I can clearly hear your loud man fat noises. Give me the letter already and stop being an annoyance"
The maester doesn't know what to say. But in the end, he gives the letter to Olena and he immediately starts fastly walking away.
Olena oppens the letter and reads...
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Well hello there, my favorite person… the Queen of Thorns.
I think that you should surrender now, Oldtown is overtaken by me. High Garden won't be long after. I have an army of 35,000 and until your son returns back with his army will take a lot of time. I would advise you to take a precautionary action and be careful.
By: Arthur Redhawk
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As Olena reads this she can't help but think. 'I feel like I can gear his smug voice just from reading this letter. The little brat doesn't know that 50,000 men are already returning here to the Reach, ready to smash your army to dust. Then we will see how smug you are by then little brat.'
The Reach's Army has already started to return and the men to protect their lands from being robbed by Arthur Redhawk. Or as he has started being called now Arthur the Whisper, he whispers into the ears of soldiers, turning them against their lords.
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While Olena was thinking this, Arthur was back in Oldtown going towards the Citadel. He walks with hundreds of his soldiers behind him.
When they arrive Arthur sees that the Citadel has its doors open and a man with a thick neck and a strong jaw is waiting for him. He is short and squat with enormous hands, a thick chest and a hard ale-belly. He has white hair coming out of his nose and ears. He is beetle-browed, his nose has been broken more than once, and his teeth are red.
He has a smile on his face as he greets Arthur to the door. "Ah! Welcome Arthur Redhawk, the Citadel welcomes you. I am Archmaester Marwyn. Its a pleasure to meet you."
Arthur has a polite smile on his face and with am etiquette voice he says. "The pleasure is all mine, Archmaester. Though I have problems with the Reach and the Targaryens. The Citadel is an institution of learning, where knowledge from all over the world is gatherd."
Marwyn's smile widens when he hears this. "I am glad to hear you say so."
Arthur nods at this but he still decides yo push on by saying. "Still I have come for a light reading today. I wonder if the Citadel could accommodate me."
Marwyn looks at the army behind Arthur and knows that he isn't really asking here. He is just informing them of his decision. So Marwyn has no cjoice but to politely say. "But of course, the Citadel is a place of learning and anyone can read in here. But for you my Lord, you can read all the books with no restrictions."
Arthur steps off his horse and enters inside the Citadel with Marwyn as his guide.
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What is Arthur looking for in the Citadel? He seems to have gone in there with a clear goal. Find out in the next chapter of Game of Thrones: Reborn as a Fray.
P.S: We see that the MC uses magic, only as a supplementary to him, not brute forcing his way through everything.
Don't forget to throw some power Stones.
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