Iron Wolf (GoT) c1

A tired sigh escaped from Lucan's mouth as he stretched his hands for a bit before looking at his work on the table.

It was nearly two metres long chain from pure steel. It was not as meticulous work like the chainmail. But, he needed to work on the runes on the pieces much more than the chainmail.

Now that it was done, he checked the sharp pieces of the chain. Unlike the regular chains, these were created to cut and damage the enemy. So the form is more like a rhombus. The sharp bits on the top and the bottom could easily dig into flesh and even cut like a saw.

To finish this he brough his left-hand armour. Most importantly the fingers of the armour. Specific runes needed to inscribe in them.

After inscribing them he reworked some of the armour so that the chain could wrap around the arm and uncoil quite effortlessly.

However… it wasn't as easy as he thought…

Lucan quite quickly realised that his expertise in weaponry is quite lacking in comparison to crafting armours.

There were quite some issues with the runes working in specific synchronisation.

After thinking for a bit the alchemist turned teen dressed up the armour and went to test the chain in action.

The uncoil worked effortlessly and spinning and rushing forward towards the target was working, but when he wanted for it to coil around his hand back that's where the issue was.

'Hmm…an order some sort? Like how snakes do?'

Thinking for a bit more he continued practising with the chain and the spear-sword. He quickly realised that with this he will able to take on several enemies at the same time. Which was the original idea.

As after all, he is taking the enemies alone. Thankfully he can move quite easily in the armour because of his much more augmented strength.

Around half an hour of practice swinging the weapons and the chain, the teen decided to test the chain's ability to 'squeeze', several runes are carved at the end of the chain to coil and squeeze. The idea is that the chain will coil around the enemy's neck and squeeze the guy to the death and then Lucan will use him like a throwable object.

The teen made the chain rush forward and coiled around the tree trunk, the next moment Lucan tapped with the left-hand fingers on the chain, a burst of magic rushed through the chain and squeezing started on the other end.

The alchemist turned teen kept this for some time before he stopped by repeating the same pattern on the chain.

After that, he tried to recall the chain, it was another failure…

'Hmm, this need another pattern… a zigzag? Oh… that might work…' Lucan stored this idea for later before walking toward the tree which received some punishment from him already. There is a piercing hole and now a hard squeeze by the chain.

"Well… this should be enough to suffocate. I hoped it will be enough to break the neck…*Sigh* I need better metal the chains can't hold extra strength runes." The teen said with a dissapointed tone.

His armoured fingers brushed past the damage on the tree.

'Not bad, it broke the tree bark quite effortlessly. I don't know much about human bone durability, but it should be good enough to choke someone to death. If lucky enough the chain could end up horizontally and cut the guy instead of choking.

Now that would cut the artery and kill him instantly.' Just thinking how he will use this on the ironborn make him quite bloodthirsty.

After checking the strength of the chain. Lucan returned to his house. First, he checked how much food he has left. Without a fridge, the food doesn't last long in this place. He has some salted meat, some fish and bread.

If he rations the remaining food he could last a few days, after that he would need to start looking for more.

Thinking for a bit he decided that it was time for him to leave once the food ends. This place simply has too many memories and attachments. Starting somewhere else fresh is something preferred. Of course, he will do that after he crushes the Ironborn.

Once plans of action are set Lucan walked towards the forge where he took off his armour and started working on the left hand. More runes will mean more strain on the steel. Which mean he should hold down the amount of magic flows through the left hand.

However, with the new weapons, it should lower the amount of time he uses the gauntlets.

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After all the alterations to the armour done Lucan spend the rest of the day and night resting. As he could finally fall asleep knowing that he did everything he could with the stuff he had.

The next day he spend practising with the weapons and cultivating his magic.

One could say that he had an issue with how to proceed from here. He could feel a warm feeling in the gut each time he accesses his magic.

Apart from that, there was nothing else. The passive effect he knew he had were his much more powerful body. At least twice as powerful as a regular man. That's the reason why he is using weapons like those.

However, this doesn't mean he didn't try to access this energy consciously. He tried several times to pull this energy from his gut to other parts of his body.

He was able to some extent. But, he understood that it's not an instantaneous thing. He needs to spend some time practising this…

At the end of the day, he could barely pull it from the gut and send it just above the stomach area. It was his whole progress through the whole day.

In the evening he was quite tired and ate an extra amount of food. Which mean he burned an extra amount of calories. From this, he could understand that his body was working hard. At least the inside of his body.

After finishing the last bits of his food he decided to rest and move out in the morning.

~~~~~~Next Morning~~~~~~

After scavenging some food Lucan was ready to set off to the place where Harrenhal is built at the moment. The teen knows very well that he is about to change the course of the history of this place.

And perfectly honest he doesn't care. At this moment Lucan's revenge is much more important. He is going to kill every single Ironborn inside Westeros mainland. Oh, he won't be touching the ones which are in Iron islands. Those didn't do anything to him. But, the ones who are constantly raiding around Riverlands… those are fair game.

Once the armour is all suited up he left the house. He looked at it for a bit. Then looked at the village, taking it in for another minute. This is the last time he is seeing it. It will be a miracle if this place will be standing a few years from now on. As the majority of people already left.

Lucan was the only one whose persistence in staying. Some of the village girls wanted to stick around with him. For obvious reasons of expecting him to marry one of them. But, he declined, honestly he is not looking for a wife. Even if he did he would want an intellectual or slightly on the smarter side first and at most. And most of the girls here are not that kind. It's quite amusing in this place how quickly their personalities change the moment they know they are 'safe' and married off. They start showing attitude as if they own stuff which quite has baffled the teen.

Honestly, he just wants to leave this place, deal with Ironborn, and then build a proper workshop?

It will take decades if not centuries to rebuild his previous technomancy.

The quicker he starts the better.

After looking at the place one more time he made sure his weapons are in place and he was ready to activate the flight runes.

For a second the armour glowed in dull silver and the chest piece started sending magic into the rest of the pieces slowly he started to float, the boots the released blast of magic, making him accelerate into the air.

While he doesn't know the exact location of the castle, he knows the landmarks of this world to quite an extensive degree.

Harrenhall is building North of God's Eye. The only large lake in Westeros.

So his destination is south. Since he lives next to the Trident the biggest river in Westeros.

However… that's where the issue was. When he descended south soon enough he found out that… Westeros is a big place.

He was flying for the whole day and all he saw was grasslands, small insignificant forests, villages. No towns. For obvious reasons, the concept of towns don't truly exist in Riverlands.

The constant conflicts, Ironborn rule, changing lords, the size of the lands… all of that helped in making this place remain primitive medieval shit.

'The moment I deal with this shit, I will find a place to build my workshop and then I will tinker my days away.'

He thought with a frown as he landed on the grass. Not far from a small forest. For a second his stomach rubble. He was hungry.

*Sigh*

'So, much for just flying there, killing Harren, killing Ironborn and then fly off, happy ending. Nope, the majority of plans barely survive the first hurdle.' He thought with a sigh as he looked at the small forest not far from him.

Thankfully he was in the medieval world with the majority of land barely populated.

Hell, the closest farmstead he saw was at least several kilometres away.

~~~~~~Several Days Later~~~~~~

Eventually, Lucan found God's Eye. The enormous lake was in front of him. From his understanding of the geography, he has passed it and was nearly in Westerlands. Which is embarrassing in a sense.

He only turned around when he saw mountains. He was either in Stormlands or Westerlands. Vale was impossible since it's North East from Riverlands where he originally has lived.

After getting the embarrassment over he rushed East. Eventually, arriving at the lake. He only need a moment to look around and saw massive construction works happening in the North of his location.

'Fuck… it's enormous! How on Earth they can build a castle this big! Hell, it's almost as tall as most skyscrapers in New York!'

That moment Lucan realised that he was most likely in the more fantasy version of Game of Thrones… or more precisely to be said he was in Song of Ice and Fire. Where grandiose of buildings was norm!

'Well, whatever… it's still a building of stone… easily breakable. This is not Winterfell or Storms End which most likely have magic enchanting since they still standing after 8000 years…' He thought about it with a frown he could see that it was still under construction. Which lasted quite a bit of time.

He can see that the keep is semi-finished and the walls are still missing. If he could rough guess from this then he is around 5 to 7 years away from the conquest of Westeros…

Which could make him in the same generation as Aegon…

'Now that I know where your castle is Harren… you can't escape from me!' With an angry frown, he looked at the keep. He could feel anger starting to bubble in his gut. Yes, he is close to his revenge!

With simple kick-off, he was once again flying towards the Harrenhal.

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"HARREN! YOU SON OF A BITCH COME OUT!" A loud shout from the sky spread through the whole construction site. That moment everyone stopped whatever they were doing and looked up. They saw a figure clad in silver-like plate armour descending to the ground from the air.

Most of people dropped whatever they were doing and looked at this with wide-open mouths.

This person can fly!? What the hell!?

Soon enough this armour-clad individual landed on the ground.

The individual looked around, it spotted the closest guard dressed in House Hoare colours. The chains around his left hand was undone.

A portion of it dropped on the ground…

Next moments those chains rushed at the Ironborn guard. Coiling around him like a snake. Next moment a scream escaped from the guard as the chain started to dig into his body. As the guy was dressed in leather armour the chain easily dig through such simple protection.

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The scream was all it's needed for chaos to begin, as 'regular' workers started rushing away. These people after all waited for the right time to escape, and the current opportunity is the best just to do that!

And so, massive hysteria started! People started rushing, running away, ignoring the guards, which were guardian them. It was simply too many of these workers. Which are honestly just some slaves. Ironborn with their Drowned God believes carved out their kingdom in the middle of lands which belief in Fate of a Seven.

Leading to a two religions clash. Simply put, they were not slaves by the beliefs of Ironborn. They were 'loot' they got from their 'reaves' or more common term 'raids'. However, Ironborn will never admit that it's a 'raid' according to them, it's a 'greenlander' word.

As one can imagine this enormous castle has been built purely from their 'loot'. By this point, there was so many people here that such hysteria Lucan just caused is enough to make all these hundreds if not thousand people working in the castle start running away from their captors.

Oh, these guards would try stopping them, but the armoured man's actions were simply too distracting. In a bad way. for them.

The chain which coiled around the iron born started squeezing harder and digging into the body of the raider. Before long the scream stopped, as the Ironborn was dead. The blood leaking from the holes around was too much and he bleed out in just a few seconds.

With a very simple spin, Lucan threw the body with a huge amount of force at the closest Ironborn guard.

The distance was over 20 metres. Yet, the collision was powerful enough to send the pair flying even more…

Some of them even heard sounds of bone breaking.

"Now then… where is HE?" The armoured man asked with a cold tone.

The rest of the Ironborn were somewhat… disoriented, and even fearful… this guy… this guy is not normal at all! Did Gods send him!? Did all the deeds they did in greenlands away from the sea finally caught up with them!?

Honestly, they have no idea how to respond!

"Answer me!!! Where is your so-called KING!?" He said that while swirling his chain, creating sharp cuts of air. It looked like a snake ready to snap at a moment's notice!

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"...H-H-His G-G-Grace is not at the p-p-place at the moment…" One of the more courageous Ironborns said with a gulp. The guy is hoping that this will be enough for this armoured...being? To leave!

"I...see… then this means there is no reason for House Hoare guards to exist anymore…" As he said that his hand went towards his back as with the sound of some sort of clip the pure metal sword spear of some sort could be seen properly.

The guards who are familiar with the weight of their weapons could only gulp down with nervousness. The thing this guy is holding… should weigh alot!

"W-We are not a-a-afraid! You are alone! And there is over 300 hundred of us here!!!" As the Ironborn said that he remembered that there was a few hundred guards here! And quite a bit of them started gathering already around them!

"Oh? Few hundred sheep against a pure...steel wolf… my fur alone could cut you wide open! Let's see how your... fluffy skin can hold to that!" As the armoured guy said that he… casual spin that pure metal weapon like it weighs nothing!

The purely steel dressed invader casually created winds just by spinning his weapon with one hand. This was something they have no idea how to fight!

Moments later his showcase was interrupted by multiple arrows flying towards him.

The moment they hit him…

Nothing happened…

"...That bad…"

"He is wearing steel armour!"

"I thought it would do something!!!"

"Fuck!!! ATACK! IT'S ONLY ONE MAN!!!"

"CHARGE!!!"

Ironborn roared as they charged towards the invader!

They didn't expect that he would do the same! Hell! They thought he will take some sort of defensive posture! Instead, he lunged forward! Easily crossing several metres distance with a jump! Mid-air he thrusted with his spear sword. The thrust created a blast of wind as it easily skewered through the first Ironborn!

The guy didn't even comprehend what happened! The last expression he did was that of disbelief! Yet, there was no time to waste as the armoured invader used his chain next with a swirl, the thing rushed forward cutting Ironborn like some hot knife through butter!

As it was targeting the faces and necks of the guards it was a slaughter! The Ironborn never expected to face someone like this in their lives! Hell, their fighting style is all about ship battles and quick raids! Not against some sort of supernatural armoured man with a chain that act like some sort of snake!

In a single exchange, more than 3 have died and at least 7 were heavily wounded, and will die from excessive bleeding soon!

All of that happened in a single burst! It was not the end by any stretch. The silver armoured invader pulled out his weapon from the corpse and quickly did another spin!

Generating a loud sound of a blade cutting air. The Ironborns who were using shield first and survived the clash with the chain were next, they tried to block this attack but the first one who tried to block with his wooden shield got introduced to an enormous amount of force behind that swing.

The guy's hand went numb before the shield fractured and the blade cut through his hands.

However, this was enough to halt some of the advance of the blade!

But, before it can continue to advance the armoured invader pulled the weapon back and used his other hand… the chain descended towards the Ironborn which was in the front. Even if the shield was protecting from the frontal assault it was not created to protect from above and back as the chain like some wild predator bite from above!

"AHHH!" Even more screams spread through the place as the Ironborns pain finally caught up with them!

The guy in front of the Silver armoured invader collapsed on the ground. This was insane! He was like the fifth behind the frontal guy! He didn't expect to end in the frontline to face this invader! He reached them like a knife going through a paper! Their shields and armour are meaningless! How are they supposed to fight someone who wields supernatural strength!?

Then...next thing Ironborn saw was a chain rushing towards his neck! The next thing he knew was suffocation and the sound of breaking bones… and then darkness…

"And so… less than a minute and more than 20 you brigadiers are down. Shall we continue? I still want to try a few stances and techniques I have been developing." With a swirl of his weapon, the invader said with a quite satisfied tone. Some of the anger has been satiated.

"Y-You! M-Monster! S-Stay away!!!" Soon enough the Ironborn started running… even though they outnumber him 1 to 140…

The large group of guards and raiders started running. Some of them stayed, however… as they have not seen what is going on.

And the armoured man who specifically arrived at this place to kill Ironborn could only grin with a feral smirk.

'Yes… believe in your numbers… They will... definitely... save you…'

He took a spear-throwing stance the next moment as he saw some more arrogant looking Ironborn rushing towards him in quite tight formation.

Since they were in such tight formation… there was no need for proper aiming, he simply threw it. The more experienced Ironborn thought they could dodge this since they saw this invader take some time aiming, they saw this as inexperience.

However, they didn't expect for this pure metal made spear to fly at speed faster than any arrows! Sure enough, the steel spear-sword nailed one of the Ironborns! The group, however, continued their charge!

Yet, this demonstration was already enough to make the defenders waiver!

The last resolve broke when this armoured man lunged at them with a chain of all things. The chain was like a snake snapping at the guards.

Like a powerful whip, it smashed into them. With enough force to smash through the shields and cut their hands, or even make large gashes in their bodies.

This was nothing like they have faced! And they faced alot! As House Hoare elite guards they fought, more than any other guards!

Yet, they were baffled about this! How to fight against chain sharp enough to pierce their shields!? They could try catching it but that just going to cut their hands!

Before long the fear of death consumed the guards as they started fleeing...from one man…

"Sad… only 27 deaths…oh well… there should be more inside…" The invader said with a sad tone as he looked at the running away figures. Moments later he went over and picked up his bloody weapon.

His gaze then went to the Keep of the castle-to-be.

"Let's create more chaos. The more the better!" As he said that with a swirl of his spear-sword he started walking towards the main keep doors.

A few minutes later he arrive at large double doors. This was the entrance to the main Keep and the largest building in this castle-to-be.

He tried to push the double doors but they didn't budge…

"Heh… in that case…"

With a single jab of his spear-sword right in the middle between the doors, the blade easily sink in.

"N-No way!!!"

The silver armoured invader could hear a panicked sound of the guard on the other side.

There was already a commotion on the other side, sounds of panicked Ironborn could be easily heard through the doors.

He didn't waste time here as he made the sword part go up. Moments later he felt some resistance which means the blade has encountered the wooden bar which hold the doors sealed.

To deal with this he used both of his hands to force the blade to either cut the bar or remove it from the position.

Soon enough he heard a loud thud, the sound of wood falling on the stone floor.

Without a moment to waste, he kicked the door. The force of the kick easily pushed one of the doors to open wide.

"M-Monster! Stay away!"

"No. You either run for your lives or attack me…or I attack you. Your brethren of House Hoare attacked my home, and now… I will attack yours." As he said that he lunged forward and once again mid-jump thrusted his steel weapon.

The only thing the Ironborn who saw this could do was just look at the attacker with wide eyes. What he saw was insane! The guy easily crossed over five metres with a jump and the next thing he saw was the blade right in front of his eyes!

The next moment it was pain and darkness consumed his vision.

With a thud, the corpse dropped to the ground, and the invader pulled out his weapon from the corpse. There was a trail of blood from the tip of the blade to the corpse. There was no indication that the leather armour could protect them! It's like wearing regular clothes!

This was bad! The rest of the guards did what the invader proposed. They ran!

They dropped their weapons and simply run towards the main door from where the invader came from.

The silver armoured man simply sighed seeing this. He could chase them down but it's waste of time.

According to his memories, Harren should have three sons around adult age. He wonders if one is here or two… Or maybe the old fat man too them all to reave?

Well, time will tell. For now, he decided to explore the castle…

~~~~~~Main Keep Dungeons~~~~~~

"This was a bad idea. We should have brough more guards!" A girl in her late teens with silver hair and lilac eyes snapped.

"I heard it last time Visenya! How I am supposed to know that we will be ambushed by five Ironborn longboats! We even used Lannister coat of arms!" The male snapped back at his sister.

How did he suppose to know that someone is going to betray him like this? He was travelling with trusted people! Making sure no one saw his face, even paid extra to the inns to stay quiet!

And now he's coming to age journey ended as being captured by House Hoare! Honestly, he is not that scared. His family has three dragons and his father is the rider of the Black Dread itself.

Simply put this is an embarrassing moment for him to be captured and then ransomed back to his family.

Worse of them all… he has to listen to Visenya nagging…

"True… we should question who betrayed us then kill it off…" She casually said with a huff.

The Heir of Dragonstone just grimaced for a bit. His eldest sister is far too bloodthirsty…

Before he can complain the doors to the dungeon blasted open and a corpse of Ironborn flew in. Going down several flights of stairs.

"Who's there!?" The sleeping guard quickly snapped out and asked instinctively then he looked at the corpse on the ground with disbelief.

"Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?" The guard asked as he pulled out his axe, realising that it was a trick of some sort!

"A friend!" A voice said from the darkness.

"Who?"

"Seriously… you fall for that… damn…" As the voice said that with disbelief a chain rushed forward from the darkness and coiled around the neck of the guard. Next moment it pulled the Ironborn with a large amount of force. There was a sound of a snap. The prisoners slightly twitched hearing that. They knew the guard's neck broke, killing him instantly. If it didn't, then the force that the body flew into the wall would have ended as there was another sound of bone breaking.

"With him, it will be 36 Ironborn. I suppose it's not a bad number for my first day of hunting them." As the voice said that the prisoners could finally see who it was.

It was a full plate armoured man, on his left hand was a bloody chain coiled around. While in his right hand was a weapon that baffled everyone. How can this guy wield something like this? Casually?

"So, here is the deal. I will release… ALL of you and in return you will cause as much chaos for House Hoare as possible. Take all their stuff, it's looted anyway. The more the better. It would be even better if you all just mobilise and wait for that fat pig's arrival. Regardless, cause chaos." As he said that he walked towards the closest cell and put his hand on the lock.

Moments later… the lock started to melt!

Before long the lock came off and it dropped on the ground the prisoners who were in this cell rushed forward and escaped.

"Many thanks, Ser! I will see what kind of chaos I can cause!" The man which looked like someone from the Reach said with a grateful tone. The man instinctively decided not to mention that he just saw some magic being used. Freedom is much more important than some witchcraft he doesn't have time for this shit!

The silver armoured man did the same thing for the rest of the cells. Most if not all prisoners were of some value. Or members from noble houses. Meaning that House Hoare was ransoming people which they kidnapped. A good way to fund the castle construction.

However, the ones who were left behind were pairs of silver heads…

"Y-You can use magic… how?" The female one asked with disbelief, she just saw this guy melt lock of their cell!

"Shouldn't you run away and cause chaos instead of asking questions?" Instead of answering she got a question in turn.

"Ser, instead of this I would like to ask your assistance in helping us to return to our home in Dragonstone?" The male asked with a voice that of a Lord, to sound more important.

"...And why I would do that?" The silver armoured man asked with a baffled tone. This first time talking with a Lord of any kind and he already finds them annoying.

His response didn't stop the silver-haired teen as he continued…

"You will be awarded with titles, land, gold! Anything you ask!" He continued to entice his saviour with these things.

Instead, he lifted his weapon and pointed at the girl… he is doing that on purpose… after all, he knows to whom he is talking too…

"I want her…"

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"That…would be… difficult…" The teen said with a frown… he started to think about how to get out of this situation.

"...It depends what can you offer?" Instead, the silver-haired girl said with a thoughtful and somewhat hungry look. After all, she saw magic being used. This means this guy… he could teach her!

But, all the pair of siblings got was an amused laugh from the armoured man!