- 300 AC -
- The Twins, Riverlands -
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(3rd Person POV)
*GASP*
A naked man opens his eyes in the Riverlands, some distance away from the Twins, where House Frey lives. He gasps and takes deep breaths. His heart is racing, his thoughts unclear and unfocused, and his eyes are wide open, looking into the distance. Robb Stark has awoken. Returned from the dead, from the dark abyss that is death, only to be plunged into the same hell he was killed in.
"What ... what is this? Where am I? ..."
He looks at his hands and sees them shaking. A memory flashes through his mind.
"You afraid?"
"I must be."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
"Means you're not stupid."
"Theon ..."
The name enters Robb's mind as the memory passes. He starts to remember. All of his memories slowly returned to him; they had left his corpse and only returned now that his soul had somehow returned. He can't make sense of it, can't understand what happened. He was killed, shot thrice with arrows and stabbed through the heart by ... Roose Bolton. So how was he here? Who brought him back?
"ARGH!"
A sudden pain assaults him, and he holds his head. Information enters his head, and it is over after a couple of minutes. He looks shocked, confused and in awe. He has been granted a great gift by something or someone he can only assume is outer-worldly.
"DETERMINATION ... The Essence of DETERMINATION ..."
Then, he is assaulted by another form of pain. Not physical, but mental. He feels a knife stab him in his soul. His memories finally kick in, and the emotional reaction follows. The tears flow like waterfalls, and he cries loudly. His pain is beyond comprehension as he has lost what was most important to him. With each bit of his memories comes an emotion he wasn't able to process because he died, and it has accumulated, hitting him like a lorry.
Thankfully, there is no one in the vicinity to hear him. He unconsciously grips the severed head of his direwolf, Grey Wind, and cries. On this rather bleak day, somewhere in the distance of the Twins, in the Riverlands, the Young Wolf cries for all he has lost.
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After a few hours, all of the water in his body dried up, and no more tears came out. Yoda said: 'Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering.' But Robb has skipped the steps of fear and anger and has arrived at hate - pure, unadulterated hate.
Robb hates the Freys for breaking the Guest Right, for betraying him and killing his men and family. He hates the Boltons for their betrayal and involvement in the Red Wedding. He hates the Lannisters for starting all of this and leading to the deaths of so many Northerners. But most of all, he hates himself for his naivety and the failure that led to all of it. In this moment of hate, a cool emotion washes over Robb, calming him somewhat and giving his mind clarity.
Just as the Meta Essence says, great DETERMINATON sets in — determination to right the wrongs he caused. He understands that he has an inexplicable power now and uses this chance to set this moment as a fixed point in time, his SAVEPOINT. Here, to this point in time, he would return should he find out his plan.
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Robb stands up and starts walking. He is fully naked, as the clothes have been stolen by those who need them more. He can see the Twins in the distance and plans to find out more about the current situation. At one time, had he returned? How much time has passed? He wishes to find out how the North was doing when he wasn't there. At first, he stumbles and falls flat on his face. His muscles are greatly atrophied due to not having been used. He doesn't understand how his head has attached itself to his shoulders, but it somehow happened. The proof of it happening is the thick scar around his entire neck, where his head was severed. He also has the scars of the arrows and knives which pierced him.
Robb stands back up and continues to move forward on wobbly feet. After walking for a few hours, he finally reaches the town of the Twins. He is fully naked and has to hide his face and not gain attention. If his enemies find out he is alive, he will be killed again right away, which wouldn't help him in the slightest. He needed clothes and information, which were the most important things right now.
Robb moves furtively and hides behind a building. After looking for it, he finds someone with a blanket he could use. So he goes to the man and knocks him out. He punches the man in the head, trying to end the fight quickly. However, his strength hasn't returned, and he only angers the man.
"OI! What the fuck was that for?! Why are you naked? Fucking homeless cunt!" the man rages and punches Robb in the face. But Robb still has his muscle memory, and, most importantly, he has determination. He takes the punch and moves forward, grabbing the man's throat and using his right arm to cut off the oxygen to his brain. The man, however, is stronger than him and doesn't want this to happen. The two start to brawl, and after a moment, Robb finally manages to get a good hold. He ignores all the pain he feels and simply squeezes as hard as he can.
A sharp pain assaults his nerves. The man had a knife in his hands and, in fear of dying, stabbed Robb in the stomach. The familiar pain only manages to remind Robb and, therefore, angers him. His body is filled with adrenaline, and he squeezes harder. Another stab and more pain. Robb sees red, literally, as his blood exits his wounds.
"Mhmm ... mmmm!"
The muffled shouts of the man are heard as he tries to survive, but Robb ignores them.
*CRACK*
Finally, the expected sound of the unknown man's head breaking is heard. Robb relaxes his arm and takes a deep breath. He is bleeding quite badly, but it doesn't matter. He has to complete what he came here for, and he simply refuses to die again because of a random stranger he only wanted a blanket. He looks around, checking if anyone heard his brawl and might come to check on the situation. But no one does. With one hand on his ribs, Robb grabs a single leg of the man and pulls him into the shadow of the buildings they fought between. After a moment, the situation gets clearer to him. He just killed a man. A stranger, for a blanket. He didn't know the man and didn't know whether he deserved to die.
Robb shakes his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. He has a goal, and his determination allows him to gather the strength to undress the man and put on the clothes. He grabs the blanket and rips off a few pieces of cloth, which he uses to stop the bleeding. He also collects some of the cloth to make sure to hide his face. He tries to calm down a bit and then moves away from the dead body. Robb walks around the town listening to the people talk and tries to get as much information about the realm as he can.
"Do you think so? I thought it was just political."
"Yes, that's true, but the green nobles will get a Queen that way. I would take that deal."
"You a Queen? Hardly, hahahaha."
"Shut up! I'm at least as good-looking as that wolf woman."
"Wolf woman? What are you talking about?"
"The one with the red mane. Those pretty dresses and good food ... I can see myself being in her place."
"Her place is the dirt. Remember? She was killed."
"Eh, who cares? Cut throat, is a death I'd take over my life any day."
"You're talking a lot today."
"Fuck you, Ron."
"I'll fuck you if you look at me like that."
"HEY!! What's going on here?" Two Frey guards appear and stop the scene before anything can happen. The people calm down and turn away.
"'scuse us, Ser. You know, jus' talkin' about the wolfs you killed."
"I don't care. Shut up and don't cause a scene."
The two guards then move away, going along the road. Robb follows them.
"You shouldn't worry about them too much; everyone loves to talk about the Royal Wedding and our deeds. It won't change any time soon."
"Royal Wedding, ptui! How can the marriage between a Tyrell girl and the king be anything remotely as interesting as the Red Wedding?"
"Heh, you're right. But why are you so angry?"
"Ah, I just wish we had the chance to enjoy ourselves before we killed all of those women. How I would have loved to pass around the Stark bitch. Seemed like a waste to just cut her throat. Far too quick for my tastes."
"Hehehe, true. But you know how Lord Walder is. He got what he wanted. But what about the Young Wolf's woman?"
"Oh, yeah. Can you imagine piercing the pregnan-"
"RAAAGH!!"
A loud roar is heard. The figure of Robb Stark moves without his mind realising it. The anger and rage return, forcing his body to attack the two guards. He punches the face of the first guard hard. He doesn't care about the fact that he is wearing a helmet or that he is bare-handed. He sees red and just goes at it.
*BAM*
*BAM*
*BAM*
Over and over and over again, he punches the guard without a care in the world. He can't stop.
"Cease your action!" the other guard shouts and draws his sword. But he is too slow. By the time he has fully drawn his sword, the beast Robb Stark is on him, using his nails like claws and biting at his neck.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!" the guard shouts loudly and drops his sword, trying to get Robb off his neck.
Robb pulls back, ripping a big chunk of flesh from the man's neck—blood splatters everywhere as the man screams like a little girl, trying to stop the bleeding. But Robb's not finished. He continues his assault and punches the guard in the face. His knuckles are bleeding, and the flesh has been removed through the amount of force he endured. However, his determination is growing.
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The shouting alerted many people. The smallfolk rush back from the scene, too afraid of the monster they see before them. Guards are alerted and rush to the scene, finding nothing but a dark creature beating on the corpses of two dead guards. It is gruesome to the max. None of the men had ever seen anything like this. The faces of both guards are carved in unrecognisable, and blood and matter are spread all around.
"S-stop ... STOP! Surrender or ... w-we will attack!"
Seeing the new soldiers, Robb stops. His face is covered with blood and gore, making him appear even wilder than he already is. Faced with more soldiers, Robb starts fighting - mindlessly and angrily. He tries to drown the burning hate he feels with blood. Blood of the Freys, the blood they owe him. There is no technique, no strategy, nothing. He just rushes into the fray, punching, biting and kicking. His determination is growing, and he is willing to die once again to see as much blood as possible and kill anyone standing in his way. His rampant bloodlust grows as well, and the more soldiers arrive, the more he kills and the more damage he sustains. But he doesn't stop. He can't stop.
The fact that he isn't wearing armour or has weapons takes its toll, and as time passes, more swords deal damage, and the 30th arrow pierces his body; he finally can't go on. His body has long surpassed all human limits.
"DIE SCUM!"
A final piercing with a sword through his heart ends his life ... for a second time.
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#RESPAWN#