Zygon

Welcome to the fray

It was a grueling battle. The Northerners had been fighting the Legionnaires for a few hours. The beach had been reinforced halfway through their fighting by more Pacific Legions and the Starks had drawn back a little bit to regroup. "Zygon!" Darth Revan yelled above the tumult, "None of our giants have been able to fight. Ballard and Ripper are crying in the middle of their forces because there's nobody worthy to fight them." Zygon sighed. This had been inevitable. Somehow, they would have to find a way to get them to fight. Even if it meant sending them somewhere else. At that moment a horn blast rang out from behind the Stark forces. Zygon whipped his head around just in time to see a mass of cavalry charging over the hill behind them. Perfect timing. "Ballard! Ripper! Get in position! There's finally someone you can kill." Immediately Ballard led a group of Northerners from the larger Houses of the North to counter the charge. The horses would be stopped before they even got to the main force. As the Starks ran toward their new enemy yelling with bloodlust, the cavalry began to balk and veer from the army but it was too late. House Stark recognizes a state of war with Horsemen.

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Zygon was sitting in his room reading a book on grammar. It wasn’t that he needed the practice or anything, but he really did need the practice. It was late and outside snow was falling softly. Winterfell had been at edge for weeks now as rumors of war had come from seemingly everywhere. Tonight was peaceful and quiet. At least it was until Zygon heard footsteps running down the hall towards his room. They slowed to a stop outside his door and muffled words leaked through the doors as whoever was outside talked to the guards. The door opened and Ballard walked in with a slip of paper gripped tightly in his hand. “My lord, we’ve received a raven. We don’t where it flew from or it’s sender. Only the note that it was carrying.” Ballard said holding out the paper to Zygon, who sighed, and took it. He read it over a couple of times. “How prepared are we?” Zygon asked, putting the note aside. “As ready as we can be. We’ve been ready for a long time.” Ballard said and Zygon nodded. There had been rumors that war was going to be happening for months now., though it felt like years. Whispers of massive armies consolidating power with the word DYNAMIC ™ had been drifting up North for some time. If what the note said was true, then people we’re fighting back against this power, whatever it was. “It’s time for us to join the fray. We can’t stand idly by while everyone else has all the fun can we?” Zygon said. He stood up and walked over to the fireplace where his father’s sword hung above the mantle. It had been years since it drew blood. It thirsted for blood just as the Men of the North did. Zygon carefully took it from its place and turned to Ballard. He nodded to his unspoken question and Ballard left the room to ready the armies for war. * * * Roquentin hated the open sea. It made his guinea pig nose quiver in fear. He knew that he’d never recover from the pain and loss caused by the Clowns in that fateful war. Now that there was a fog over the ocean, it only made his fear worse. You never knew what was resting just out of sight, ready to attack. “Try and send a signal to the ships around us. We’re going to continue on our present course and hope that we’re near land.” Roq ordered one of his crew. He tried to recall the maps of this ocean he had been pondering over before the battle had begun. There was land somewhere, unfamiliar to IQ and to many others. They managed to get a signal to some of the ships around them and together with the signals of lanterns, they began to slowly move in search of land. As the day wore on and the sun rose higher in the sky, the fog began to disperse, replaced by slow snowfall but revealing a shadowy mass not afar off. Roq ran to the front of his ship to get a better look. It was without a doubt, land. “Land! Land Ho!” he shouted, his stub of a tail wagging in delight “Send a signal to the others if they haven’t seen it! Make ready to disembark!” The ships became a bustle of activity as everyone prepared to beach. A lone wolf howl drifted through the air and the shoreline came more easily into view through the fog. It was a large beach, but it would still be crowded with many of the IQ ships hauled up on it. There was a plentiful forest on either side and farther back from the beach stood a hill. It would make a good place to make camp during their stay here. The ships came into contact with the shore and the crews jumped out of their ships to hoist them ashore. When his was fully beached, Roq disembarked and began to bark orders to his crew, telling them what to unload or where to set up preliminary camp. Around him the other ships were disembarking as well and Legionaries were coming up to Roq waiting for instructions. A wolf howled again, followed by more wolves joining in. Auctor ran up to Roq.. “We’ve noticed movement in the trees around us. There’s got to be hundreds of wolves out there.” Auctor said breathlessly. Adrenaline was clearly coursing through his system. “We’ll build a massive bonfire. Have everyone take up arms in case they attack.” Roq replied, loosening his sword from its sheath. They never could get a break. First, the clowns, then pirates, then another war, and now wolves of all things to attack them. As Auctor ran off, to relay his orders, the wolves reached a peak of howling before dying back down. All was silent except for the wind blowing snow slowly across the landscape. A chill ran down Roq’s spine and all of his fur stood on end. This was not good, not good at all. “Form up on me! Now!” Roq yelled pulling out his sword. In less than a minute everyone had formed a semi-circle facing away from the beach. One wolf howled and a figure appeared on the hill with a broadsword resting on its shoulder. “Who are you?” Roq yelled, “In the name of The Inquisition state your name!” The figure on the hill remained quiet. Roq took a quick glance around then looked back to the figure on the hill. But he was no longer alone. A massive wolf was on the hill next to him. It raised its head and howled. This time, a chorus followed as the rest of the wolves joined in. When they died off, Roq again yelled to the figure on the hill. “I say again, in the name of The Inquisition, who are you?” “Who is this Inquisition you speak of? And who are you?” The figure yelled back. A confused gasp escaped from several people around Roq. Who was this imbecile that didn’t know who the great IQ was or Papa Roq? “I am Roquentin, Emperor of the New Pacific Order. I’m also God-Emperor of The Inquisition, the greatest empire to ever rule the world. I have authority over all things our flag flies upon. If you look behind us, you’ll see that flag. That means that you are under my reign and authority.” Roq said “I do not recognise the authority of you, or that of The Inquisition. Take your ships and go back from where you came from, or face the consequences.” the figure moved his sword from his shoulder and placed the tip into the ground and spread his hands. Clearly this was a reasonable request to him. But that didn’t fly in IQ. “You dare threaten me? Surrender now and we may spare some of your people.” Roq snarled. First this person hadn’t heard of IQ, and now he was bold enough to threaten the greatest empire that ever reigned over the world. “I am Zygon of House Stark, First of His Name, King in the North, Protector of the Realm, Misspeller of Werdz, Killer of Dragons, and Harbinger of Justice. I defy you and your empire. I say to you one final time, go back from whence you came and leave us alone.” “And I say to you, King in the North, bend the knee or die.” Zygon laughed and raised his sword in salute to Roq. “Sorry, I’m not one to kneel. I know now that you are one of the ones involved in wars in the south, and I also know that our allies are involved in these wars. You were given two chances to leave and did not heed them. Now I, Zygon of House Stark and the only King in the North, sentence you and your men to die. I swear that this will be carried out by my hand and my men, in the name of the old gods and the new.” From behind Zygon a mass of people appeared over the crest of the hill. Northerners, and a lot of them. They soon broke into a run and a wave of direwolves busted through their ranks running towards them. Roq had just enough time to register that forces were coming from all sides, not just in front of them. It was only a matter of time before the Legionnaires were overwhelmed and overrun. This was it, the end. Roq was taken aback by his fear. He was an Emperor, and not supposed to be afraid. But the pile of guinea pellets he’d dropped smelled otherwise As Zygon ran towards Roq the Legionnaires broke ranks and tried to run. They lost their cohesive structure and Men of the North quickly filled the holes in their ranks killing them quickly. Darth Revan lead a force to outflank the Legionnaires and burn the boats. Roq and his men would be stranded on the beach, and then they would die on the beach. Roquentin knew in that moment, he done diddly messed up. House Stark Declares War on New Pacific Order

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The end is near...

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A year ago today a long winter had hit House Stark like no other, Today that very winter is back and here for much longer. No matter, House Stark has prepared for the white walkers and will show no mercy. Anywho as it is my pleasure to let Orbis know House Stark turned 1 today! I want to thank all friends and allies t$, CKD, ROK, R&R, OWR, Pantheon, tC, and Lordran for all their hard-work and dedication and for helping us make it a full year! Meanwhile in the North…

Interestingly enough, Well spoken. I look forward to seeing how world wide Consumer Goods will evolve into.

10/10 Let our future be warm, for winter has arrived....

Who else will join the bankrupt purge ^__^ Good luck OST you guys were good peeps

o/ So long, farewell.

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