Blood And Iron (ASOIAF/GoT)

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-third person Pov tenth moon 288 AC

As the great Prussian army continued its conquest of key Ironborn islands, the bulk of the Westerosi forces advanced toward the political heart of the rebellion. With a major port already under control and several smaller fortifications secured, they prepared for the final siege of Pyke, the stronghold housing the island nobles and their loyal troops. Situated across multiple interconnected islands, Pyke posed an unparalleled challenge; its towering walls and steep cliffs made it one of the most formidable fortresses in all of Westeros.

However, as the Westerosi forces set up camps and reinforced their lines for the assault, a shadow loomed over them. On the far side of the island, thousands of soldiers from the King of Prussia secretly disembarked, sent with a clear mission: to sow chaos among the Westerosi ranks and wear down their morale. These Finnish soldiers, experts in infiltration and sabotage, wore armor and clothing indistinguishable from that of the Ironborn, carrying local weapons and emblems to blend in.

It all began with a nighttime attack that the Westerosi would never forget. Taking advantage of the storm battering the island, the guards could barely see through the rain and wind that drowned out sight and sound alike. In the darkness, a silent force approached until, suddenly, it launched an assault with the ferocity of a pack of wolves.

The men of the Seven Kingdoms were busy setting up camp, struggling against the accumulating snow while unloading equipment from the ships. They never expected the Ironborn—whom they thought to be entrenched in their fortresses—to take the initiative and launch a frontal assault. However, the reality was even more sinister: the attackers were not Ironborn. These were Finnish warriors, enemies of the islanders but now determined to weaken the Westerosi forces for their own purposes. Disguised in Ironborn armor and insignia, the Finns waged war on both sides, with a single goal: to eliminate as many of King Robert's soldiers as possible.

The attacks were devastating. Hundreds of Westerosi soldiers fell in the initial assault, completely taken by surprise. The combined force of Finns and Ironborn emerged from the shadows, striking with deadly precision, using every hill, rock, and corner of the rugged terrain to their advantage. To the Westerosi soldiers, the enemy seemed to multiply in the night, making it impossible to distinguish true islanders from the relentless Finns bringing chaos to their camp.

Alarmed by the losses, the Westerosi commanders sent out cavalry squads to put an end to these supposed "Ironborn" decimating their ranks. But when the knights reached the hills, they found themselves in terrain that worked entirely against them. The steep slopes and treacherous snow slowed their advance, while the Finns camouflaged themselves perfectly among the rocks and darkness, ambushing them from every angle. The knights were surrounded and mercilessly cut down, their armor and banners left as trophies, a grim warning to those who followed.

Each night, the attacks continued. The Finns, moving like shadows, destroyed supplies and killed guards before disappearing back into the hills, leaving the Westerosi demoralized and exhausted.

The islanders, unaware of the true identity of their new "defenders," began to see the Finns as heroes of their own cause. The brutal efficiency with which these warriors fought the Westerosi led many locals to believe they were part of a secret Ironborn faction—a special force sent by Balon Greyjoy to protect the islands from the shadows.

Stories spread quickly from village to village. Villagers and fishermen, desperate to defend their homes from Westerosi raids and abuses, saw these mysterious fighters as a tangible hope. Rumors said they were legendary warriors, hidden until now, who had decided to join the cause and protect their sacred land from invasion. No one suspected that these "defenders" were not islanders but Finns—outsiders who, in reality, also despised the Ironborn.

Seeing the opportunity this presented, the Finns did nothing to dispel the misconception. Instead, they presented themselves to the villagers in Ironborn armor, speaking the local dialect and strengthening the belief that they were legitimate allies. As Westerosi atrocities intensified, the inhabitants of the islands began rallying more fervently around this supposed Ironborn faction, fighting for a cause they didn't fully understand.

The Finns used this trust to their advantage, directing the islanders in small skirmishes, ambushes, and acts of sabotage. The locals, convinced they were fighting alongside heroes of their own people, threw themselves into combat with fury, willing to make the invaders bleed for every burned home and broken family. But to the Finns, these islanders were nothing more than expendable pawns, used in high-risk positions and left exposed to increase Westerosi casualties without sacrificing their own men.

As the days passed, the Finns' tactics began to bear fruit. Unable to distinguish between civilians and combatants, the Westerosi forces began attacking indiscriminately, massacring anyone suspected of being an Ironborn ally. Each raid was met with brutal vengeance, which only fueled the locals' hatred and strengthened their loyalty to the Finns, who, in their eyes, were the true leaders of the defense beyond Pyke's walls.

From afar, Balon Greyjoy and his nobles watched as the war on the islands devolved into bloody chaos, with the Finns controlling the islanders and using them as cannon fodder to wear down the Westerosi army. Yet even Greyjoy himself was unaware of how far removed these "defenders" were from the true loyalties of the Ironborn. The battle for the islands was becoming a war of attrition and manipulation, and the Finns, like lethal shadows, orchestrated the chaos with relentless cunning, leaving the Westerosi forces trapped in a fight that seemed less and less winnable by the day.

Reinforcements continued to arrive ceaselessly from The Reach. Thousands of Finns disembarked on the Iron Islands, determined to bring the war directly to the Westerosi and exploit every nook of the rugged terrain. The situation for the Seven Kingdoms' invaders grew increasingly desperate; any attempt to climb the hills and seize the high ground ended in a bloodbath. Arrows, crossbow bolts, and rocks rained down from the peaks onto the Westerosi troops, who discovered, with each skirmish, that the terrain itself had become their greatest enemy.

The attacks were constant and well-coordinated. The Finns, masters of guerrilla warfare and using the islanders as cannon fodder, launched nightly ambushes that kept the Seven Kingdoms' army in a state of perpetual alert and exhaustion. The Westerosi camp defenses were fragile in the face of these fierce assaults, and on several occasions, the Finns managed to breach the bastions of the great lords. No camp was untouchable—not those of the Lannisters, the Arryns, or the Tullys. The troops of the Seven Kingdoms watched as their supplies went up in flames in the night while the attackers slipped back into the hills, leaving behind an uncontrollable chaos.

The Finns proved ruthless in their strategy. The islanders, whom they had turned into loyal followers under the illusion that they were defending their land alongside a special Ironborn force, were sacrificed in each raid. These men, filled with hatred toward the invaders, charged forward with a ferocity fueled by the promise of vengeance, but the Finns viewed them as disposable pawns, using them to break the defenses and weaken the Westerosi forces at any cost. Each assault left the islanders on the front lines, exposed to the spears and swords of the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms, while the Finns kept their main force hidden, ready to strike again when the time was right.

The siege of the Iron Islands became an endless test of endurance and suffering for the Seven Kingdoms' army. Each day, the losses mounted, and each night, the camps burned, leaving the soldiers exhausted, starving, and on the brink of collapse. The Finns, invisible and relentless, had turned the war into another war of attrition, where every hill and path was riddled with traps and ambushes.

Finally, the siege of Pyke began, but it was not as the great lords of the Seven Kingdoms had planned. After weeks of night attacks, ambushes, and sabotage, their supplies and siege equipment were minimal. Every time they managed to gather materials and provisions, the Finns—exploiting the chaos and despair—destroyed them in ruthless raids. The catapults, battering rams, and other machines necessary to take Pyke had been reduced to a few fragile remnants, the result of tireless efforts sabotaged night after night.

With no options for a frontal assault, the siege of Pyke turned into a prolonged blockade, with the Westerosi hoping that the Ironborn, trapped in their fortress, would eventually surrender from starvation. Their strategy relied on cutting off all access to supplies and waiting, hoping that the islanders' food reserves would run out.

However, this waiting tactic was quickly undermined by the Finns, who did not relent in their harassment. Every night, like shadows in the darkness, they attacked Westerosi positions in the hills and along the roads, ambushing patrols and infiltrating camps to destroy any new supplies that managed to arrive. These constant attacks kept the Seven Kingdoms' army in a perpetual state of alert and exhaustion.

For Robert Baratheon's soldiers, the situation became unbearable. Deprived of siege engines and plagued by an invisible enemy, morale dropped day by day. Most soldiers barely slept, always expecting another attack in the dark, while the commanders were at a loss for how to counter the Finns, who dominated the terrain and seemed to be everywhere.

Weeks passed, and the battlefield became a graveyard of thousands of Ironborn and Westerosi, fallen in relentless skirmishes. The Finns, skilled manipulators, had used them as puppets, fueling the conflict and sowing discord on both sides. However, one night, the situation abruptly changed. A message arrived for the Finnish commander: it was time to withdraw. The Prussian army would soon take action, and they did not want resistance on the islands to last even a day longer.

Following orders, the Finns executed a calculated, silent retreat. Under the cover of night, they executed the few Ironborn guards patrolling a nearby beach, ensuring their departure would go unnoticed. In silence, they boarded the Prussian ships waiting on the coast, leaving behind the chaos and devastation they had sown.

At dawn, the Ironborn discovered, to their surprise, that their supposed allies had disappeared. Confusion reigned at first, but they soon realized the harsh reality: they had been abandoned. The Finns, who had served as the shadow leadership of their resistance, were gone. However, despite the betrayal, something had changed within them. Weeks of combat and relentless attacks had taught them to defend their lands with ferocity and to adapt to the guerrilla warfare the Finns had mastered.

Though weakened, the Ironborn decided to continue the resistance on their own. Without the precision and leadership of the Finns, their tactics were less effective, but they still managed to inflict damage on the Westerosi. In the hills and among the rocks, they fought like ghosts, using every lesson they had learned during the weeks of combat under the influence of the foreign 

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