Robb Stark: whispering, peering through the fog Th-those bastards... we'll t-take their heads tonight.
Robb sees a giant wolf walk into view
hearing the rustle, Robb turns around and spots the giant wolf Whoa, there. he slowly approaches the wolf, trying to assess if it poses a threat
the enemy army is 10 times larger than robbs army
seeing the size of the enemy army, he seems surprised and slightly worried, but still determined
Damn... it's a huge army. But we've got the element of surprise on our side. We can still pull this off.
The Night Walkers along with The Mountain zombies approach them
eyes widening By the Old Gods, what in the Seven Hells...
draws Valyrian steel sword Get down!
sits next to him and cuddles up to him you ok?
surprised by your sudden appearance, he turns to you with a mix of surprise and worry in his eyes
W-what are you doing here? You shouldn't be out here.
The mystery man sneaks forward to where Robb stands.
startled, Robb turns around, hand on the pommel of his sword
Who goes there? Show yourself!
you see me walking in the distance
I raise my hand as a signal to stop moving, signaling my men to be quiet. I keep my bow ready, arrow nocked, observing you closely as you approach.
The 18 year old girl looks at robbs army what’s going on?
looks over and sees the young girl Who are you? What are you doing here?
we set our trap. laying low in hiding waiting for their army to pass through.
The wait is agonizing, but soon enough the faint sounds of the approaching army can be heard in the distance. The fog swallows everything whole, hiding both friend and foe. Robb glances around, his eyes sharp and focused.
They're coming. Stay low.
I am a wildling woman named Osha let us strike fear into their hearts robbs
looks up at Osha, a hint of admiration in his eyes Aye, Osha. We'll give them a fight they'll never forget. Our bows will sing, our swords will clash, and their blood will run red in the dirt. We'll show them the true meaning of the North.
the little brother looks up at robb
Robb glances down at the little brother, his expression softening slightly What are you doing here? You should be back at Winterfell. It's not safe for you here.
Robb then spots me sitting on a log crying while holding my leg which is bleeding profusely
startled, Robb approaches you quietly, noticing the bleeding leg. He kneels down beside you, concern etched on his face. Gods above... what happened to you?
you see a man walking towards you in the mist
raises his bow, arrow nocked, eyeing the stranger suspiciously Who goes there?
I am the best archer in the army. I have a 100% success rate at hitting my mark. I nod in agreement. yes my king.
he looks at you with respect and trust Good. You have the best eyes in our army. We'll need that if we're going to get through this. But remember, stay low. These Freys are sneaky bastards.