It’s been more than two months since the Ironborn first set foot in the Riverlands.
At first, they just raided, hit small villages, took what they wanted, then slipped away before anyone could stop them.
But now, they had gone full blown They decided to go all in—full scale attack, no holding back.
One day, out of nowhere, ships appeared on the horizon—big ones, filled with fighters ready for war.
The Ironborn weren’t holding back anymore.
They stormed ashore like a tidal wave, crashing into everything in sight.
They hit a small town hard and fast.
No mercy.
Fires lit up the sky, fighting broke out everywhere.
The locals tried to rally, but it was chaos.
The Ironborn pushed through, taking the town’s defenses and setting up their own foothold.
But their real target was Harrenhal—the massive, ancient castle sitting on the crossing of the Green Fork and the Gods Eye lake.
Control of Harrenhal meant control of the entire Riverlands.
It was the key to launching a full-scale invasion deeper into the region.
They stormed toward Harrenhal, fighting through the defenders fiercely.
The castle’s walls echoed with battle cries and the clash of steel.
The Ironborn took the outer walls, breaching the defenses and pouring inside.
Once inside Harrenhal, Greyjoy’s men set up their banners, turning the great fortress into their new base.
They fortified the walls, took control of the towers, and secured the crossing point.
With Harrenhal in their hands, they had a commanding position to spread out and conquer more.
Victerion Greyjoy stood atop the battlements, watching the chaos below.
“This is it,” he barked, voice loud and rough.
“Harrenhal is ours now.
From here, we control the Riverlands.
We push through, take what’s ours, and make sure everyone remembers who owns this land.” His men roared in agreement.
They weren’t playing small anymore—they were here to stay.
They took prisoners, made sure everyone knew they weren’t leaving anytime soon.
From Harrenhal, Victerion Greyjoy looked over the land he now controlled, smirking.
This was just the beginning.
They’d burn more, take more, and make sure no one forgets who owns the Riverlands now.
King Robert Baratheon Upon receiving the reports from the Ravens detailing the Ironborn’s full-scale invasion of the Riverlands, King Robert face darkened with fury.
The messages spoke of Harrenhal’s fall and the Ironborn’s brutal push into Westeros, with their leaders openly declaring that they sought to hold the Riverlands hostage to force the Iron Throne into granting independence to the Iron Islands.
The audacity of their demands only fueled Robert’s wrath.
He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with anger.
To him, this was more than a rebellion—it was a hard slap on his face, just few years ago he won the iron throne, and now This Ironborn had crossed a line, threatening not just the realm’s stability but its very sovereignty.
He knew what the iron borns is thinking.
They think that his reign is still young, that his holds on the great lords have not solidified yet.
And now this iron bandits has challenged him.
” This Fu*kers ill kill them all, this sons of b*tch*s” Without hesitation, Robert issued with a booming loud voice commanding his bannermen.
That Every lord, knight, and soldier capable of bearing arms was to gather in the Westerlands.
And from there.
All army will march as one and swipe them all throughout Riverlands.
“Seven Hell’s, Im tired of chasing i want them dead, you hear me???
Dead !!!” His voice, usually already loud became louder as he spits curses again and again.
Furious and determined King Robert shouted.
“We march to crush this rebellion,” he declared.
“The Ironborn will learn that Westeros does not bow to pirates and raiders.
We will burn their ships, break their leaders, and restore order across the realm.” —– Jon Snow’s POV Finally, they’re going all out.
A week after Balon Greyjoy declared the full attack by all Ironborn, we had made all preparations—not just at Pike, but across all of the Iron Islands.
Thralls and salt wives were marked, ready for what was to come.
There are a total of 35,000 Thralls, 17,000 salt wives, and close to 5,000 orphans.
These are war orphans taken from the Seven Kingdoms during Ironborn raids.
Their parents were killed, and the Ironborn planned for these children to be trained as Thralls or sold in Essos as slaves.
It’s now the morning of the 1st moon, seventh day into the year 287 AC.
As I stand atop a tall rock, watching the last ship of the Iron Fleet sail towards Westeros—an army of 20,000 strong— I feel extremely excited about what I am about to do.
Not only am I planning to confront these Drown God fanatics, but I’m also excited because my clones have finished constructing the city.
Altherion is ready for occupancy.
It was completed days before the end of 286 AC.
“This world doesn’t celebrate the New Year, so I’ll be the first to celebrate it next year.
I’ll have to take note on that so I don’t forget.” “Now, let’s see what I’m working with.
The Iron Islands consist of around ten inhabited islands.
The main ones include Pyke, Great Wyk, Harlaw, Old Wyk, Orkmont, and others.
Each island has its own set of smaller villages and settlements—often just a handful of houses, fishing villages, or small forts.” -Jon’s thought “I’ve already scattered my wood clones across the entire Iron Islands.
Aside from the clones I have stationed to oversee the defenses and babysit the Thenns, all my wood clones are here.
There are no longer night watchmen, because Uncle Benjen left with his crew after staying at Altherion for a month.
Taking a deep breath, mentally preparing my self for the job I’m planning to do Again activating mind communication with almost thousand wood clones, I give the signal to start..
Sage art – Mokuzō Shinrin no Kekkai” (Wood Spirit Tree Barrier) no jutsu..
Hundreds of clones and Me activated the technique.
A huge Sakura tree bloomed on different locations on the iron island, as the growing of the tree happen, pink flowers with seals floated to the sky and created a barrier.
“This technique involves the Uzumaki clan’s barrier techniques combined with advanced Wood Jutsu to create a colossal, blooming tree on an island.
From the outside the barrier, the Iron islands will have the same surroundings.
Anyone viewing from outside only sees the same natural landscape, with no indication that something happened to the island .
The illusion is so perfect that even the most perceptive ninja cannot tell what happened behind the barrier.” After i made sure the barrier technique have fully activated.
With me leading, my chakra erupted from my body, flooding the the soroundings And group by group activated the the thunder God marks to every Thralls, salt wives , and orphans Then teleported everyone to my city.
Then i watch the fire works that i have meticolously set up, light up.
—- Iron born’s POV The Iron Islands’ soldiers stood on high alert, their eyes scanning the rugged coastline and jagged rocks.
Almost all the Ironborn warriors had been called to war, leaving only a handful behind to guard the thralls and watch over the island’s defenses.
The air was thick with tension, the silence oppressive, broken only by the distant crash of waves and the occasional caw of distant gulls.
Suddenly, a piercing cry shattered the stillness.
“What was that?!” shouted a guard, voice trembling.
Before anyone could respond, a flicker of movement caught their eyes.
One of the thralls working quietly just moments before—in an instant, they simply vanished.
“Drown God save us..
They’re gone!
All of them—just gone!” yelled another guard, voice cracking with shock.
The crowd stared in stunned silence, then erupted into chaos.
A guard spat out, “Did you see that?
They just…
evaporated into thin air!” Panic spread like wildfire.
“Run!
Sound the alarm!
We need to report this—now!” the captain roared, grabbing his horn and blowing a frantic blast that echoed across the island.
A young soldier, trembling, sprinted toward the messenger.
“Go!
Tell the captain—tell him everything!” The guards scrambled, eyes wide with terror.
“This isn’t normal…
Something supernatural, or worse—an attack,” whispered one.
Suddenly, from the shadows, a group of guards approached a trembling thrall who was huddled against a rocky wall.
One of the guards, with a cruel sneer, kicked him harshly in the ribs.
“You worthless piece of trash!
You’re not worth the air you breathe,” he spat.
Another guard grabbed the thrall’s hair, roughly pulling his head back.
“Where are youre companions???, you knew were they have gone haven’t you?
Better say it if you want to live.” The thrall whimpered, eyes wide with fear and pain.
“Please…
I didn’t do anything—” But the guards paid no heed.
They continued their brutal assault, their voices filled with hatred and contempt.
The captain watched the scene unfold.
His voice was mocking and cold.
“Stop.
Leave him.
Before he died without giving us answers.” The guards hesitated, but the damage was done.
The thrall’s body was battered, his spirit broken.
The thrall looked up at the guards with hollow eyes.
Suddenly, and before anyone could react, he was gone—just like the others.
The guards stared in stunned silence, then erupted into chaos once more.
The captain’s voice boomed, “We’re not safe.
Stay alert.
Whatever did this, it’s still nearby.” As the realization sank in, the remaining Ironborn knew that this was no ordinary disappearance.
Something far more sinister was unfolding, and their world was about to change forever.
..
A burning paper was spotted in a corner..
Seconds later….
Booom.
boooom..
booommmm ..
A loud noise was heard every where.
The walls of Pyke Castle exploded outward in a shower of stone and dust.
The sound was like thunder, shaking the air and sending splinters of wood and debris flying in all directions.
The castle’s gates, once sturdy and strong, now hung askew, their hinges torn from the wall.
The castle’s keep, the seat of Balon’s power, began to crumble, its stone blocks tumbling to the ground with a deafening crash.
The windows shattered, sending shards of glass flying through the air.
The sound of destruction echoed through the harbor, where the ships of the Iron Islands rocked violently in the churning water.
Mooring lines snapped, sending the vessels crashing into each other, their wooden hulls splintering and cracking.
The pathway to the castle, once a solid stone road, was now a jagged, cratered mess.
The ground shook and trembled, sending stones and debris tumbling down the hillside.
The sound was like a thousand hammers striking the earth, relentless and unstoppable.
As the destruction raged on, the people of Pyke ran for their lives, screaming and crying out in terror.
The island was being torn apart, and Balon Grayjoy stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the chaos around him, his mind reeling, tilting on breaking down because of whats happening.
….
Jon Snow watch as fire, dust and smoke filled the whole island.
“Damn..
this is amazing.
Its like a live artillery bombardment.” “If only i have a camera this would be a good memory to collect and print.” Looking at the men and woman iron borns fleeing to every direction, Jon felt a little pity, His not really a cold blooded killer.
He did killed few humans after transmigrating to this world but still killing more people is not that easy.
Jon clutched his fist.
“This must be done.
This are scums!
This world will become a better place with out this filthy humans.
This people dont show pity to their victims while they rape, murder and steal.
So why should I pity them?” So Jon steadied his breath .
Determination showed on his face.
Then ordered on the mental connection with his clones.
Let the massacre begin!!!!