Somewhere near the Westerland coast at twilight hours, "We are near the Faircastle Captain," A sailor reported to the man standing on the prow of a longship with a Kraken shaped helmet in hand. "Continue to sail south," he replied casually, yet inside, his blood was boiling with passion; today, he will burn, loot and pillage to his heart's content.
They arrived at the vicinity of Lannisport in the dead of night with silence as a companion; their fleet of one hundred ships easily sailed to the port area where the Lannister fleet is docked.
Ironborn quietly parked their Ships next to Lannister ships.
Victarion was first to jump on the enemy vessel, which seemed to be Lannister flagship alerting the sleepy guard from his dream. Victarion swung his axe instantly, cleaving through his first victim's skull as his blood flew like a fountain upon Victorian his sailors quickly followed him. A few drunk sailors lurched out of the ship's cabin.
Before they could even utter surprise gasps or raise the alert, they were greeted by a towering Iron born with an axe and shield covered in blood that lunged towards them at astonishing speed.
Blood flew, and a horn blew in the air as Victorian, followed by his men, lunged at them. Severed limbs and blood sprawled across the vessel; at the feet of blood-covered Ironborn, a ghastly sight.
There were only a few sailors on guard, rest of them were probably drunk in the town.
Ironborn warriors threw several jars containing black liquid into the galleys; one of them handed a torch to Victarion.
He looked at the last wounded Lannister sailor aboard the vessel with his back to the railings, fear flashing clear as the night sky in his eyes as Victarion threw the torch on the Lannister galley and the sailor shouted in horror as he lurched to his feet to jump into the sea nonetheless, Ironborn warriors quickly grabbed him before pushing him into the fire as he screamed in agony.
The flames rose in the air; this action was followed by the Iron Captains of his fleet on other ships they had been attacking and quickly sailed away before the inhabitants could react to the current incident.
Kevan Lannister was asleep when his attendant roused him from sleep and reported to him of the Ironborn attack on the fleet.
Kevan hastily donned his armour and marched with his knights and soldiers in tow behind towards the docks. By the time he reached the docks where Lannister fleet was anchored, and City watch was already there, more than fifty ships burned brighter than the moon in the sky,
illuminating the surrounding waters.
Tywin's fleet went up in smoke as Ironborn sailed away, slipping away from the burning vision of Westlanders.
Kevan immediately set his men to look for survivors from the burning fleet to prob them for information and quickly sent a raven to Tywin Lannister in casterly Rock, briefing him on the Ironborn attack and destruction of the fleet. Soon ravens flew throughout the Westeros.
In The Kings's landing, Sitting upon his Iron throne, King Robert Baratheon sighed with relief but displayed colossal fury when he heard the news of Ironborn rebellion and Ballon Greyjoy's proclamation of crowning himself King of Iron Islands, to add insult to the Injury Iron bastard had sent ravens everywhere. "I Will stick my Iron Hammer in his Iron arse," he had shouted when he heard of the rebellion throwing his cup of wine away. Lord of Dragonstone Stannis Baratheon was ordered to lead the Royal fleet south, join up with the Redwyne fleet, then sail towards Iron Islands to smash Iron fools.
Back to the North on the very next day of his talks with father on building a Navy, Wills was sent south to get as many Shipbuilder as he can get to the North.
Alaric, on the other hand, summoned as many bards as he could to his capacity. It's time to focus on the cultural aspect. He is sick of listening to Rains of castamere, A dornishmen's wife and a Hand of gold. Two of these songs came from Westerlands; It's a shame North, the biggest kingdom, doesn't have a song; even if it did, they were poorly written. Alaric planned to give them few ballads, Munknörr's Heimdallr, Wake the white wolf, My mother told me, a crash of worlds and the misty mountains cold, to sing throughout the North, and a couple of Nordic Tales to recite to the smallfolk, in these tales, the weirwood tree is shown, as part of a giant tree Yggdrasil where three Norns decide the fate all were once part of Yggdrasil. A year is enough to spread them throughout the North. During these months, he had decided to flood the market with cheap arms produced from the North.
As they used to say in his previous life, all plans are good on the table, on the field the fall flat like a nut.
Two ravens from the South interrupted all his plans on the fourth day. One from Iron Islands and the other from King's Landing, there was no need to guess the content. The only conclusion was North is officially at war with Iron Islands.
Ned Stark had decided to call the banners and march south and smash Iron arse with his best friend his three sons to accompany him with Alaric's army too.