The fog lay heavy over Lannisport and its surroundings, much like that day so many years ago... Balon clenched his fists behind his back and nodded to his brother
"commence the attack, bring me the head of every Lannister within those walls" His rough voice muffled into near nothing by the devouring mists.
Victarion picked it up however, nodding with a grin and called his chosen men forward ahead of the main force, equipped with grappling hooks they would pave way for the main assault. The defenders where unlikely to expect such a blatant and early assault without proper siege equipment. Why should they worry behind their high walls? After all, the westerlands fielded the best drilled and equipped soldiers in all of Westeros and these where but raider scum.
"The city will be ours before the sunrise, the time for our redemption is nigh"
Balon made no reaction to the comment and merely watched him and his men be engulfed in the oppressive and dank night.
Im coming for you all, in the name of my two lost sons and the ever hungering drowned god himself... I shall have my vengeance( loud in the very end, enjoy as you read and if you dont know what the ponification its based upon go watch Dr.Horrible, right away! )
Turning to the amassed men and the awaiting captains whom would lead them in the coming charge he thought back on that failed rebellion, a decade old bad memory ever haunting him. All he had sought and foolishly grasped for, all his dreams yet none of his plans... This time would be different, this time it was him pulling the few strings that where!
The rebellion... the glorious rebellion that would spark another civil war, turn fragile brother against brother in a glorious fight. Yet he had been deceived, the mainlanders acted as one and the agreed wedges between them where seemingly absent. Indeed, the enemy where warned and influence used to unite rather than cause discord as promised! Profit had been his motivation, but after Lannisport he must have found something more profitable to seek, or the loss control was too much for a man such as him...
No, this time would be different
Around Balon stood a dozen captains along with his two remaining children, all familiar faces and leading over a hundred men each. The entire Iron fleet and his personal forces united, awaiting his command.
"At the strike of two bells, begin the attack. Where theres lannister bodies at the wall by a rope, climb. Focus around the gates and await my brothers horn" Nodding the commanders bashed their right fist over their hears
"what is dead may never die..." But Balon raised his hand, silencing them.
Too long have we been scorned for the wrong reasons, for too long thought to be weak... lets give them a reason to scorn us, a reason to hate us as we take all that is theirs.
"Every family with a serving lannister is to be purged, spare no one" Some of the captains seemed to hesitate and Theon looked horrified, but Balons gaze brokered no argument and as one the captains thumped their chests again
"But rises again, harder and stronger!" Yet as Balon turned, a hand grasping his arm, Theons hand. Slowly he met the upstarts gaze with malice in his eyes.
"My King, lets not waste an opportunity like this. We have use of able bodied hands, and the women could use female aid back at the isles too. What more grievous insult but to take their children for our own? Raise and train them to become our warriors and fight in our name, in only half a decade we would have thousands additional troops at little cost." He let go of his fathers arm, eyes pleading as much as his face showed nothing but anger.
"Those unworthy would become slaves, or die."
Balon sneered
"Hear that men, seems my son has a taste for little boys and girls!" Silence was all that greeted his humorless outburst.
"Let it be so, spare the children yet to become men or women, they shall serve as much as hostages as to piss Tywin and his subjects off. Theon here shall take care of them, Asha will see to the task of collecting them and getting them to the Isles. Now, get ready and await the horn!" Without another sound, he walked back to his post. Quickly once again being devoured by the fog leaving everyone behind to see to their tasks.
It did not take long before a horn sounded, as if miles away and the assault began in truth.
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Lannisport burned, smoke rising to the skies as the now conquered population tried to stench the flames. Thousands lay dead in the streets, entire families wiped out for their service and only the youngest that where able to walk by themselves still living. Wordlessly herded through the streets by blood smeared warriors.
Asha approached her brother, standing in the middle of the square and just as blooded as the men around him. Harras Harlaw sitting on a fountain and sharpening his sword.
"You saved a lot of lives today brother, clever. But what will you do with so many?" She touched his shoulder, only to have him slap it off and turn towards her.
"Spare me your pity and see them brought to Ten Towers, the reader will find them homes on the isles and his house see to those he cannot. Make no mistake, I will make them ironborn and show that fool of our father what I can do even if I have to build my army from nothing." Scorn was the only thing she could see in his eyes, as he turned and limped away.
Harras merely laughed at the flicker of sadness and hurt in her face, before she sat down beside him.
"That boy will see himself to an early grave, or raise us all to greatness".
Casterly rock is under by Euron Greyjoy. Theon was sent to secure the pass to the Golden tooth where he encountered a regrouping Lannister army formerly holding Casterly rock, they had heard the news of the fate for any family that fought for Lannister however and where eager to accept his word of their own and families saftey in addition to some gold. They lay down their arms and returned to Casterly rock and its surroundings.