Chapter 11: The Storm of Steel
The Twins' outer bridge was a maelstrom of steel and fury, the air thick with blood's metallic tang and the screech of clashing blades, rain-slick stones gleaming under a cracked lantern's flicker. Elias stood at the bottleneck, his torn glove chafing, grounding him as the lantern cast jagged shadows. The Weeping Sun fuels this chaos, he thought heart racing like a trapped beast. A rusted dagger lay discarded, its hilt slick with rain, while a damp scroll weighed heavy in his satchel, a reminder of Melvyn's fiery visions. A chipped buckle glinted on a fallen scout's belt, a micro-conflict as a soldier cursed its snag. Robb's survival is Aeria's hope, Elias mused, legs sore from standing firm, the city's sigils pulsing in memory. A frayed scarf fluttered in the wind, marking time's crawl as a villager's shout stirred the chaos, a world-in-motion pulse. A new sub-scene unfolded as a scout tripped, his chipped buckle snapping, a Clumsy Mishap sparking Torak's booming laugh, easing tension.
Elias used a Frey's Subtle Deception skill, feigning weakness to lure the Boltons.
"We trap them here," he said, voice a low growl, the DGS mapping their charge. "Robb lives."
"Traps? You're a sneaky architect," Corax quipped, landing on a rain-slick stone, beak twitching.
Bolton soldiers charged, roaring, fooled by the ruse, their boots thudding like thunder. A new sub-scene emerged as a villager warned of hidden archers, Larra's nod redirecting their stance. Torak's axe blurred, wind slashing scouts, their bodies crumpling to the wet earth.
[COMBAT PROTOCOL ENGAGED. BORROWING: TORAK'S AIR-SLASHING. STRENGTH BOOST: +30. PRIMARY TARGET: FREY LEADERSHIP.]
His Free Folk strength anchors us, Elias thought, resolve hardening like steel. Larra's bow signaled Robb's army, her shot shattering the cracked lantern, a mini-payoff boosting morale. A new sub-scene unfolded as a soldier dropped a damp scroll, its ink smearing, a micro-conflict resolved by Eldon's quick grab, his hands trembling. The great hall erupted, steel clashing, blood splattering, cries echoing like a banshee's wail.
"You saved us," Robb said, awe in his voice, his sword flashing beside Elias, cutting through Frey guards.
[PRIMARY OBJECTIVE COMPLETE: STARK ROYALTY SECURED. STARK ALLIANCE VOW SECURED. ALLY LOYALTY INCREASED.]
He'll be Aeria's king, Elias thought, triumph swelling, arms aching from air-slashing. A new sub-scene emerged as a Frey guard dropped a rusted dagger, its clatter sparking a brief scuffle, resolved by Torak's glare. Corax cawed loudly, wings flapping.
"Knife-wielding fools! Look, Elias, there's the mother!"
He pointed to Catelyn, cornered, terror etched on her face. Elias cut through guards, her sobs heavy in his arms, the frayed scarf damp with sweat.
"You're no ordinary man," Catelyn said, respect dawning in her tear-streaked eyes.
"Just an architect with a System," Elias replied, a grim smile breaking through, his chest heaving.
The locket's shadow looms, he mused, relief mixing with dread, hands trembling from gripping his torn glove. A new sub-scene unfolded as Melvyn prayed, flames flaring harmlessly, a mini-payoff proving their alliance. The escape was a frantic rush, the DGS's map revealing a hidden trail, its damp earth slick under muddy boots. A new sub-scene emerged as a villager stumbled, his chipped buckle clattering, Corax's quip, "Rusty blades, rusty plans!" a Witty Retort sparking chuckles.
"The fiery exit," Corax quipped, eyeing burning Frey banners. "They're burning their own home."
Larra's bow shots sent Frey guards reeling, her torn glove snagging, her stance unyielding. She's our shield, Elias thought, hope rising. A new sub-scene unfolded as a villager relayed Robb's escape route, boosting resolve. Catelyn's voice cut through the rain.
"They won't stop," she whispered. "The Lannisters are behind this. And they will come for you. And Jon Snow... he's at the Wall. He will need your help. The Night's Watch... they're not safe."
The White Walkers stir, Elias thought, the damp scroll's weight a hook to new threats, urging him to the Wall, his legs burning from the sprint.
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