ASOIAF/GOT Barthogan the Great Wolf- Pre-Conquest SI

[VictortheMonarch]

I didn't know what hit me, but something did. And it hit me hard. Hard enough to kill me and land me in this empty hell hole.

Let me explain, I was Born Dillan Bailey, in a small hospital in the US. It was a moderate life, I went to school like any other, got the shit beat into me for continuing to write left handedly, and did what other kids my age did. That all changed when the Japanese Attacked. I was a month away from getting my Masters in History at Harvard when it happened, and I, like many others, was enraged. How dare those damn Japs attack us! So, a day after getting my Masters, I was off to the Training Camp.

It wasn't the best of things, I wasn't the most athletic of kids, preferring to sit indoors and read a good history book, or a book on the Industry of the older days of my father and grandfather, but I survived. It was hard, but I eventually got by, and was sent off not to fight the Japs... but to fight the Italians and Germans in Africa.

It was hard, but I eventually was able to find myself as a Major after a daring raid on enemy soldiers during the Run for Tunis. I skipped a whole rank of Captain just by Capturing three German Battalions. I never really cared, and moved on. By the end of the war, I was given the nickname of General Firebrand, after the complete Accident that was The Battle of Munich, where I ordered the shelling of a German compound, which just so happened to be where they stored all their Ammunition. Half the city was burned to ash, and with it, came what I knew as the Treaty of Munich. It was between I and Prince Rupprecht, We had picked him up on the road, and he came with us. The Treaty of Munich was pretty much the signing of a South German Kingdom, with Rupprecht as it's king. It did it's duty and some German Garrisons joined in.

The war finally reached its end in 1944 with the Seizing of Berlin. The North German Republic was founded and the war in europe reached it's end. I was General Dillan Bailey, and I did my duty to my country. Of course, I never did reach the Pacific Front, I was too busy dealing with the growing hostilities between the Soviets and the Allies. The Soviets wanted North Germany, and I wasn't going to give it up.

The war nearly restarted, however It was decided that Germany would loose Prussia, where the Soviets created the Prussian People's Republic instead, a state that declared Germany as it's own, but did nothing about it. Words spoken to the wind. The war ended, I married a Bavarian Princess and went back home. It was a pleasant life, I even ran for President as the Republican candidate, but got beaten out by Kennedy. Probably for the best however, I prefer my head intact.

I died in 2021, 103 years old, not too bad if I say myself. and I was still reasonably sane for the age. Still had my teeth! Or, I hope I did, whatever hit me hit pretty hard. I died and ended up in what I could only assume was hell. It was empty, not a thing around.

"Howdy there, want a hotdog?"

Jumping from my nonexistent seat, I notice what could only be one of those freakish things my granddaughter was obsessed with, those damn furby things! It always freaked me out when I walked by her room and heard those things. Even Hitler would be afraid of them!

"I'm not that bad! Anyways, hotdog? This will likely be your last chance to eat one!"

"What in Sam Hill are you talking about? What the hell is going on?" I asked the damn monstrocity, one of the Hotdogs hovered in the air, and it took a bite out of it.


"Suit yourself then. My name is Steve, and I am a Random Omnipotent Being, or a ROB for short. You were kinda my personal play thing for a while, but you kinda got boring towards the end, I mean, mourning your wife for twenty more years until you were naturally die? Hell no! I've not had near enough fun with you yet!" It said, taking another bite out off the hotdog. "You know, this is really good, you sure you don't want one?" I shook my head, still confused at what is going on. "So, seeing as your dead I want to have even more fun with you, So I decided to toss you into a universe I've really gotten Addicted too recently. You might've heard of it, it's called A Song of Ice and Fire?" it asked, as I nodded.

"Yes, my Great Grandson introduced me to it. But I don't want to go, I want to rest with my wife!" I said, I wanted my sweet Hilda. "Too bad! Now, I will allow you to keep your memories and knowledge, be entertaining for me!" It said, biting into another hotdog.

"Wait what?!" And my vision went white.

 

[VictortheMonarch]

Winterfell, 692 BC

I jolted out of bed. Bed? Wasn’t I-. I took a look at the room I was in. Stone walls, sheets of hide. That cunt, he didn’t even let me explain why I didn’t want this! I just wanted my sweet Hilda.

I sigh, before getting out of the bed. I was quite tall, the exact opposite of what I was before, only being 5'8 then. I'd assume I am about... 6'7? 6'8 ish? around there. I walk to the chest that was in the corner of the room and pulled out the clothes I scanned over the memories of this new body.

Before I came to inhabit this body, it was formerly the nine and ten Prince Barthogan Stark. Well, I guess technically King Barthogan Stark, as he was coronated just the other day. I get up and look at the full body of myself, and as someone who grew used to the wrinkles and loose skin, I can say I'm impressed.

Whilst nowhere near as good looking as youngster's looked before I died, I could say by my own standards I was handsome. Getting up and opening the wooden door, I am met with the hallway. It was bustling with activity, maids went from room to room. They were like ants I suppose. Scurrying about like them. They all curtsied with a loud "Your Grace", before going back to their own duties. I sighed, before going to The Maw.

The Maw was pretty much the Small Council meeting chambers. Though they were called 'The Wolf Council' in The North. There were four of them in total. The Paw, Lord Harren Forrester, The Coin, Lord Hewyn Manderly, The Jaw, Lord Osric Umber, and The Law, Lord Bennard Karstark. These were the most powerful men in The North, and my most loyal followers.

"Your Grace" I hear the words come from the four of them. I put my hand up, and shake my head. "Lord Harren, what is happening in The North? What is my Kingdom's struggles?" I ask, as he pipes up, his middle aged face seems weary, before he nods. "The Economics seem to be stable, the guards well maintained, diplomacy wise however... things are changing. Reports from the Ironborn encampments on Cape Kraken seem to be that they are growing in hostilities. A good some of our merchants have gone missing in the Salt Spear. It is suspected to be from Ironborn. To the south the Stormlands recently took over the Riverlands, with the death of House Teague and few others." He said, as I nodded.

"hmm, Cape Kraken... I shall think on it. After my father won Bear Island in that Match, I believed that they would leave us in peace, but I see now that it shall not be, I call this meeting adjourned. I am off to Winter Town to contemplate these developments. You may go about your business." I said, as the meeting ended. I would ride out, I needed to see how farming was done in Westeros. If it was in a lesser Crop Rotation then I would simply update it to the four field method, before bring things in such as Plows and the like. An Agricultural Revolution would greatly aid me in at least making the North Manageable.

 

[VictortheMonarch]

I've been thinking of what a personal standard for King Barthogan would be, and this is the best I can come up with.

Do you think it's good enough or should it be revised?

 

[VictortheMonarch]

I do not know what I was expecting. That they would at least know the Three Field Crop Rotation, but somehow they don't. They were the most unintelligent folk I have ever been forced to lay my eyes apon. When I asked how they rotated the Crops, they merely looked at me and asked how you rotate something stuck in the ground! They haven't even Two Field Crop Rotation! I was quite pissed at this development, and looked at the Architecture, looking back I shouldn't've. It was a disaster, mostly of wooden structure, with a few mud huts on the outskirts. It enraged me, I've seen better building made by children! After nearly having a heart attack from seeing just what kind of shithole I ruled over, I went back to Winterfell.

Winterfell was pleasant, bit muddy, but it could be expected, my coronation was a rainy day. I decide to listen to request from the people, some came over unfair treatment of each other, or not enough grain for the winter (That I planned to fix), and some over a theft. I ended the day retiring to my little cave. That's what I call it at least. It was The Kings little office if you will, located in what would become the Broken Tower in the future, it had a pleasant view of Winterfell and it's surroundings. There I got to work.

I drew a rather good looking plough to be drawn by horse, and had a servant send it to the Blacksmith, designed a farming technique to incorporate fish into the four field method, and finished up the night with sending a letter to Lord Rogar Ryswell, buying twenty Rounseys for my little project, the fifty men I sent should be enough to deliver the horses.

In the morning, I did what I always did before, however this time I was with less resources. I ordered that all the water in the Castle should be boiled before use, Servants must wash their hands daily in boiled water and the likes. I am not dying because some uncouth fool thought that dirt was good for the taste of food.

I hear my door open, and close, before a hand claps me on the back. I look behind me to the see blue eyes of my brother, Brandon. "Hear you've been busy, You've got the blacksmiths pissed over that thing you commissioned, and the cooks mad about the water!" My brother said. He and I were Twins, I was just lucky enough (Or Unlucky enough) to be born first. He would enrage father, because he was just nine and ten, yet already had three bastards.

"So then, how's this Kingly business going for you? Planning an Invasion of some far away lands? To fight the White Walkers beyond the wall? Or perhaps to reclaim the south from the Andals?" He jokingly said. Before I died I, much like my great grandson was a fanatic of the ASOIAF series. And when I could I would read anything about it. Gods, when he introduced me to fanfiction... But back to the topic, Both I and Brandon were suppose to conquer Cape Kraken, along with our sons. I think I'll aim higher. but for now...

"For now we must prepare for the coming winter. However I see you bay for blood. upon winters end, the Ironborn shall be under our heel." I said. It was ambitious. Almost as Ambitious as I got after the Second world war. Probably got a bit lucrative after negotiating for Baja... Ignoring that, I need to hear conditions of The North.

 

[VictortheMonarch]

Two Month later~


I found myself out in the field I had recently had some smallfolk dig out. There were Twenty sections, each surrounded by canals, with bridges connecting them. Each ‘Section’ was already planted, with the Wheat, Rye, Cloves and Turnips already recently planted, for we harvested them just last week. However that was not what I loved the most about this system. It was the Fisheries.

The Canals were packed with two types of fish, one being the Iron Cod, and the Wolf Salmon. The Iron Cod were fished off the shore of Cape Kraken, The fish being introduced by the Ironborn living there, the fish could get up to three feet long, and was a fat fish. The second fish, the Wolf Salmon, was the largest damn thing you could get. With a maximum of five feet long, they are a big ass fish, though the average for them was more towards three feet. These things roam The Last River, and were my favorite thing about this whole thing, I enjoyed netting in that five footer…


Anyways, back to the Canal Method I’ve got up, Each section was around forty meters wide, and eighty meters long. The Canals were shorter, at around twenty meters. Each were leveled. I started off by having the men dig two meters deep, before digging the canals five meters deep. There are reasons for this, so let me explain. The Cod and Salmon typically breed as they typically would. However when winter rolls round, they go into a breeding frenzy. The eggs Hibernate under the frozen waves, and can survive all the way up at the wall!


That was one of the reasons why I chose them. They are the perfect fish to survive the years-long winters of this world. I'm practically building a utopia! Though this might be the last time I use this system this summer, while the Summer has been four months long, Winter is already said to be coming, as the lands of Last Hearth are already said to be getting snow.


Luckily however, this should be spread all across The North, as slowly but surely the northern lords have arrived. Today, I am to show them my successes. I watch as they each make their way from Winterfell, The Fast I had broken with them was something I liked. From my old world I had given them Biscuit and Gravy, my favorite early morning food. I remember watching Lord Umber sticking three biscuits in his mouth and pouring a bowl of gravy into his mouth. Damn well nearly choked!


After the final people arrived, that being Lord Bolton and his younger sister, I finally began the speech that I hoped would be the beginning of the North's Agricultural Revolution. “My lords! Long have the cold winters kept our people low and humble, from the days that the white walkers roamed The North, the cold has fought to kill us, Taking our fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, While I cannot stop the winter's bite’, I can, however, change the food we take in, and the speed at which we harvest. These here are the tools I have built to aid in that regard.”

The Plough was the easiest to build, just taking that one plough granddaddy use to use every day and vuala! The Scythe was harder. I had wanted to make a combine, but it would’ve been far too heavy to get over the bridges, so Instead decided to go with a scythe. The blade was sharp, and was made as perfect as I could make them. Not all of them came out right, but in the end we got sixty of them. “I shall give one to each of you, so that during the coming winter you can produce these for your own farms, so that the north is better prepared in the the days to come.”

 

[VictortheMonarch]

"Your Grace, I wasn't expecting a visit from you." The Monotonous voice of Othon Bolton said. He was twenty and six, around what I'd assume to be six foot three by Earth standards and had a clean shaven face, with blood red hair pulled back into a bun. He was the exact look I expected from the man of his house. "And I wasn't expecting you to bring your sister."

Lord Othon's grandfather, Rogar 'the Red King Reborn' Bolton rebelled against my father when he began his reign. Infact, it was during that rebellion that he earned the title of 'The Strong' when he shattered the bronze sword of Rogar with his bare hands. he tore Rogar's head off, his head is still mounted on one of the many spikes in on Execution Way. "Lord Bolton, I do not think it needs to be said that our houses have been at odds for years past. Even in light of recent events our houses have hated each other for ages."

Lord Bolton obviously fought a sneer, I guess old wounds fester unchecked. "Yes, I remember seeing my grandfather clearly on the way through the gates..." hmm. His emotions are showing far to easily. He must've really loved that flaying cunt. They never found my aunt and uncle's skin... "Yes, and while changing the past is impossible, we can change the future." I was never a fan of the "Kill the Boltons" group. The Boltons were the most loyal to the north, and when Roose saw the chance to save The North from TOTAL destruction, he took it. Even though it killed many sons of The North, he would've succeeded in keeping the northmen alive if a period of peace began. Of course, nothing that simple ever happens.

"What I am trying to say is, I would like to marry your Sister to my brother. I plan to give him Lordship of Cape Kraken, and allow him to make a cadet house to House Stark. Think of the house as a... peace offering, if you will." And the bait was set.

"And how do I know that she won't be brutalized? Your brother has not oft spoken fondly of House Bolton. I can't see him or my sister getting along." He was pushing it by saying scandalizing things of my brother, even if they were true. "I assure you, he will not lay a hand on your sister, he knows not to do such things. In time I can say he will grow to love her, your sister is a fascinating lady." She was pleasant to be around. I've already know the type of woman I must marry. I will not let there be a Red Wedding.

"Hmm, I shall acquiescence. However the wedding shall be postponed until after Cape Kraken is Captured, and not a moment before." I nodded in agreement. It was the least I could do. Though They'll have to get busy, death stops for none.

 

[VictortheMonarch]

Ahh yes, the Navy. The one thing the Northmen neglected. Why? Because one man died at sea so another decided that boats were evil. Not the smartest men, these Northmen are. Anyways, Arc II, begins!


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It had been about a month, and not but a day after the Harvest and the snow was already falling. It was a short summer, so we can expect perhaps a seven month long winter, but this winter things shall change. I’ve already begun the creation of War Scythe’s, made in the Polish designs, however I do need one thing if I want to take Cape Kraken. A Navy.


You see, I don’t just want to take Cape Kraken. I want to take the Iron Islands and extirpate the Ironborn from the Island. I get it, Why would you wipe out an entire people? Didn’t you fight against such atrocities? Well, my plan isn’t to kill them, but to spread them out so thinly that the culture disappears. The North is huge, and the Ironborn population is small. Those who do not fight will be spread out through The North, and their children will grow up Northern, live northern, and will never see a coastline.


Meanwhile the Iron Islands will be populated with new lords, my Brother to be named lord of Great Wyke. The Rest of the Islands? Given out to anyone who shows worth during the Campaign. I don’t care if they’re Noble or Smallfolk, all will get a piece of the pie


My plan to build a navy was simple. I would build three Galleon’s built off the Spanish Galleon, one will be built out of Ironwood, and shall be the Capital Ship. There shall also be twenty Cogs built. This should be enough to capture the thirty something Longships stationed at Cape Krakens Harbor.


I also have begun orders for the collection of Charcoal and Bat Guano, whilst the Manderly’s have been ordered to set sail for Dragonstone, to colonize it with Northmen. I even allowed them to create a cadet house there. Of course, the Island isn’t named yet, though Lord Hewyn Manderly has suggested using the name ‘Wolf Island’, though I simply told him to name it Dragonstone, due to the fact Dragon’s are likely there. What? There are cases of dragons in that Area, so it would make sense that dragons do, naturally live there.


Speaking of Dragon’s, I’ve finally learned High Valyrian. It was hard, but I did it. It was akin to latin, in a way, though a bit less… refined, I guess would be a way to put it. I learned it in my plan to go to Valyria and find a way to get my hands on everything to do with the hatching of Dragon’s. I'm sure that I could sneak around and find some, though it will likely be hard, I’ll need to plan for the Voyage, and be careful. I’ll be playing with fire on the voyage.


Back to the matter at hand, Hewyn is suppose to send people to the mountaintop to collect Sulfur for me, so that upon creation of Gunpowder, I can create something beautiful. The Hwacha. Unlike Cannons and Rifles, I can use this without the southern kingdoms being able to overpower me with them copying it.


I also decided to create the Brigandine, which should defend well against the Ironborn. The Iron plates under the boiled leather were nice, though I did add chainmail stitched under a boiled leather sleeve, it should make up from a major flaw in it’s design. All in all, I pray that my plan works, Though I will have to wait and see.

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Before you ask, No, this stuff is not already made, merely stuff that is being planned. The Manderly's haven't even set sail, which should be after the next chapter, which shall cover Brandon and his new wife. See ya then!