(Third Person POV)
[The Vale]
"R-Run!!!" A Valeman exclaid as a massive group of Duskguard charged forwards, "They're coming!! The Duskguard!!"
Vale Soldiers could not help but either hopelessly stand their ground or run away at the sight of the Duskguard Banners, the might of the Marked Army storming through the land.
It was a few days after Drakken declared his army to march to the Vale, and the border between the Riverlands and The Vale was easily taken by a detachnt of 2,000 Duskguard soldiers. They broke through any defenses and obliterated any Vale resistance. They then spearheaded through the mountainous region and spread out through the southern part of the Vale.
Their goal was to cut off any form of aid that would co from the sea, taking control and placing outposts throughout the southern part, along the coasts. The full force of the Duskguard marched through with ease, despite the rough walking region.
They would kill any Valeman who would resist, whether soldier or not. The lower Houses that tried to fight for their people would easily be defeated, their leaders strung up and killed.
Over the course of a few days, The Vale would be seen burning, the fury of the Duskguard was clearly felt. There was nothing the Vale Knights could do to match the prowess of this brutal army, who were not even giving them a chance to fight back.
Any form of resistance, whether infantry or cavalry, were simply shut down by the might of the Dusgkguard. For every ten n that the Duskguard would slay, one simple soldier would be killed, yet eventually be brought back to life.
They were silent, deadly, and ruthless.
They simply pushed forward and crushed everything that was in front of them, taking territory with them like it was nothing. They feared nothing that was in front of them, as the only fear they had was that of their Lord, Drakken.
The God of War and Death was furious.
He was furious about what had happened, and he wanted to lash out. He wanted to take his anger out on a region, but the only way they could learn was by marching his army, the army that everyone had been wary of, and simply annihilating everything that was there.
House Arryn and their vassal Houses had requested aid from House Targaryen, to send Balerion or, at the very least, Caraxes. But Jaehaerys was skeptical about this notion, knowing full well that if he sends a dragon, Drakken would retaliate by unleashing Grayle upon the Realm.
The King was well aware of the anger that was boiling up in Drakken, fearing that he was simply making them think he wouldn't devastate the Vale by using the sa power that destroyed Driftmark. He did, in fact, send reinforcents towards the Vale, which consisted of 10,000 n led by several Knights of the Faith.
Jaehaerys did not know what to do; he was losing control of the situation. The Vale would soon be plunged into pure chaos and destruction as he knew that Drakken was barely getting started.
He was well aware of the power the God of War held.
And there was not much he could do.
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[Near the Bloody Gate]
"Take detachnts to go around the Eyrie, to take the other points in this stupid fucking region." Drakken said as he pointed at the map, "Runestone, Gulltown, it doesn't matter. Take the Duskguard and destroy any resistance."
Jon nodded, "Of course." He said, "What would you do?"
"Leave 50 n with ." Drakken said, "I will take the Eyrie."
"As you wish." He said, "I will have our army split into three. one will go up north, cutting through the Mountains of the Moon and will sweep through the region, destroying the towns and slaughtering any Valen that are there. Another will go south, hitting the Redfort firs, and spread throughout the coasts, taking control of any point that could be used. The third will patrol the entire Vale, taking down any stragglers."
"Good." Drakken said as he stepped away from the makeshift tent, "I don't care what you do to the soldiers, kill them all if you want. As for the innocents, strike the fear of the Trinity in them. No conversion, just terrorize them to the point where they fear my fucking na...."
Jon nodded as Drakken stood at the edge of the rocky cliff, staring off into the distance where the Bloody Gate was.
"How long do you plan on spending here?" Jon asked, "In another week, we can have the entire Vale ablaze. Even the Mountain Tribes will be slaughtered at your command."
"Kill them too." Drakken said as his clothes began to emit embers and smoke, a serious scowl on his face, "I don't care. Butcher them, dismber them, string them up. The Lords of the Houses that kneel to Jaehaerys...cut them into pieces and send them to King's Landing."
Suddenly, armor appeared on Drakken, pitch black and resembling dragonhide as it emitted flickering flas and smoke. A pitch black cape began to flow, emitting a dark mist as Drakken was clad in the armor, his head covered in a dragon-head helm with the eye-slits glowing bright red.
Drakken raised his hand, and a spear appeared in his hand, "I will destroy everything..." He said as he took a step forward, "You have your duties, attend to them."
Then, Drakken launched himself forwards, a trail of embers and smoke following him as he flew towards the path that led to the Gate.
Jon nodded as he looked at the others, "You all know what to do." He said, "Spread the word to everyone! We're moving out!"
In the distance, there were explosions and scream. They all looked to see flas and smoke rising up to the sky as powerful shockwaves emitted.
A Knight walked up to Jon, "So..." he said, "Our Lord...he has never donned that armor....or wielded a weapon in a battle before."
Jon nodded, "He has not." He said, "His fury is like no other. He wishes to do things himself, to crush his enemies with his bare hands. I would not worry about anything, he will be fine."
"He is the God of War after all."
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[The Bloody Gate]
Arryn soldiers laid on on the ground, blood pouring from the wounds on their bodies as they tried to crawl away.
"Agh..." One of them said, "S-Sound the horn....warn them...."
One of them limped to the side, "This...cannot be...." he said, "W-What is he?"
He was suddenly impaled by a spear and lifted up to the air before combusting into flas and smoke while Drakken stood under him, holding the spear up.
"You filthy little mongrels...." He said with pure anger, his voice distorted, "All of you...."
He swung the spear to the side, throwing away the corpse and looked at the Gate.
"You will all learn...." He said as he took a step forward, "What my fury entails....I am Drakken, the one who will bend this entire world to its knees. I will not allow anyone to find peace. So long as I live..."
"Everything will suffer!!!!"
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