Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 31 - Adventures in the North 28.

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Third Person POV
Northern Kingdom, Last Bastion against Essosian Slavers, 290 AC, at the same moment.
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Morning rose over the military encampment, its first light slipping between the tents that housed a mixture of expectation and tension. Canvas tents stretched in orderly rows, whipped by the cold wind cutting through the open landscape. Colorful banners, bearing the emblems of noble houses, swayed slowly above the frozen ground. The Stark House banner, a wolf standing on a gray background, stood out like a beacon of hope amidst the shadow of uncertainty.

The military encampment, harboring two thousand Northerners, stretched like a threatening shadow around the fortress, its presence a promise of freedom for those oppressed under the yoke of slavers. As soldiers prepared for the siege, tension hung in the air, mixed with the determination to eradicate the scourge of slavery from the North.

Commanders, Lord Glover, and Lord Karstark, organized troops into meticulous strategies. Detailed maps of the fortress were consulted, and plans were laid to break the mercenary defenses and free the oppressed. The presence of four hundred Essosian mercenaries, aligned against the Northern cause, added an additional layer of complexity to the impending challenge.

The Essosians, distinguished by the diversity of their exotic armor and weapons, formed a formidable force alongside the slavers. Their camps within the fortress walls were visible, a constant reminder of the resistance they would face.

As the sun ascended, the Northern siege line tightened around the fortress. Trenches deepened, stakes were driven, and barricades were reinforced. Sentinels kept vigilant eyes on the walls, watching for any movement from the Essosians or slavers.

While the Northerners prepared for a battle this day, the atmosphere in the camp was a mix of nervousness and resolve. The fires of the braziers shone in the soldiers' eyes, fueling the flame of justice burning in their hearts. The fate of the fortress was about to be decided, and the camp, with its diversity of Northern warriors, was the force that would unite the region against oppression.

War was at the doorstep, and the camp became the physical manifestation of the North's determination to reject the chains of slavery, come what may. The imminent clash would be a testament to the collective strength of those seeking freedom against mercenaries and slavers who resisted obstinately.

As dawn tinted the horizon with shades of pink and orange, murmurs of admiration still echoed through the Northern camp. Soldiers, lords, and nobles present in that field of hope fixed their gazes on Jon Snow's tents, and a respectful silence hung over the camp.

With the daylight, they could see more details than last night, and their eyes were irresistibly drawn to the main tent, where the Stark House banner with a white wolf fluttered in the wind. Around it, the giants, imposing and majestic in their armor, were a sight that filled the spectators' hearts with awe. Never before had they witnessed such grand creatures, and the expressions on their faces revealed a mix of fascination and disbelief.

The giant wolves, in turn, captured everyone's attention. Every graceful movement, every piercing gaze emanated a wild presence that inspired respect. Observers, many of whom had never seen such magnificent creatures, found themselves captivated by the loyalty and strength they exuded.

The murmurs of admiration still spread through the camp like waves, creating an atmosphere charged with reverence. The younger soldiers whispered among themselves, sharing awed observations. The lords, usually accustomed to the harshness of the North, couldn't contain the surprise still stamped on their faces since the night before.