Fourth Month of 284 A.C. Kayce
Lord Donnor Saltcliffe
The orders had come through and in the weakness of the Greenlanders after the council they had held to choose their king, the Greenlands were sufficiently weakened for the strikes to begin. And so with the blessing of the drowned men, Donnor had gathered his men and allies and struck off for Fair Isle that place where the Greenlanders had so often driven his family back in the past. Lord Farman was around and alive, but not as sharp as he used to be, and Donnor and his men managed to burn the fleet at Fair Isle in the darkness, before sneaking onto the mainland and laying waste to the island and killing the men and children, before taking the women on the island and having their way with them. By the time they were done with the place, Fair Isle was a smoking ruin and Lord Farman, his son and his cousins and nephews were all dead, and his daughter the only female on the island was bound and chained, and Donnor's personal bed slave.
She put up quite a fight this Jeyne Farman, but Donnor knew how to break women like her and over the course of the next few days and weeks that is what he had done. She now accepted him into her castle willing with little to no protest, and Donnor sated himself on her. Soon she would be wandering round with bastards following him. From Fair Isle they had known that response would come quickly and so they moved from the isle and headed towards the Ironborn descendants who had turned traitor. House Kenning of Kayce had once been an Ironborn house descended from the Kennings of Harlaw but their time on the Greenlands, had turned them soft and they had forgotten the true ways of the Ironborn. The drowned god would not abide by this, and so Donnor and his men had sailed through and smashed the Kennings down to size and reduced them to nothing more than charred corpses wish Donnor had ordered given to the sea for the Drowned God and his deep ones to enjoy.
Donnor, his brother Beron and Lord Dagon Sunderly were gathered in what had once been the solar of the Lord Kayce, now it was soon to devolve into a brothel once they were done here. Donnor spoke first. "We have left smoking ruins in our wake at Fair Isle and here at Kayce. We have all the plunder we can take. There are only two more places we must go, Feastfires and Lannisport and we would have completed the Grey King's journey."
"Aye, that is true," his brother said in response. "But the question is how do we break through Feastfires and still take Lannisport unawares. For I tell you now brother, news of Fair Isle and Kayce shall have reached the Greenlands and even now the Greenlanders shall be preparing for a retaliation. We cannot do anything without aid from Pyke."
Dagon Sunderly speaks then his chins juggling as he does. "Aye, and I worry that help will not come quickly from Pyke. My cousin might be a bolder man than his father, but he is still cautious. Sooner or later we are going to be found out, we must move quickly to Feastfires and take what loot we can before we move back to the Islands."
Donnor slammed his fist on the table and said. "I refuse to allow us to be hindered by the whims of the Greyjoys. For too long we have allowed them to rule over us, they were chosen during a Kingsmoot where the dragons were breathing down our necks. They are not the true lords of the islands, instead we should have returned to how we were of old. But no, that is in the past, the king on the throne is a babe now, and we shall have our justice one way or another. The Grey King demands it."
His brother sighs and says. "Aye the Grey King will have his due. But brother we have only forty ships left to us, from the seventy that we took from Saltcliffe, we got lucky at Fair Isle the Grey King was with us then. And at Kayce, the Kennings were too complacent but the Presters and the Lannisters shall not be. We must take what we want from Feastfires and then leave for the Islands. Otherwise we shall be suffering throughout the rest of the days."
Donnor begins to feel the frustration with everything they are face grow. "We do as the Grey King has asked us, we shall fight to ensure we have enough stores and leverage to break through from the oppressiveness of the Islands. We are the Grey King's chosen ones and we must do as he asks nothing more nothing less. We shall take Feastfires and Lannisport and then they shall take note of us."
Dagon Sunderly speaks then his voice quavering. "You cannot mean that my lord. The might of Pyke is far greater than anything we have here. We would be crushed, something must give if this is to happen. Even the Grey King did not try to force himself on the Drowned God's throne."
His brother Beron spoke up then as well. "Dagon is right brother. This is all well and good, but it is all idle talk. Euron Crow's Eye can spin his lies and his twisted promises all he likes, but his own power comes from what his brother gives him. Sometime soon Balon will realise what sort of a Snake Euron is, and then we shall all be suffering for it."
Donnor stares at both men in disgust. "You think I would listen to a word of what that snake says? Euron Greyjoy will die before the year is out, the Grey King has told me this. He will die and his belongings and promises will mean nothing. The Greyjoys are coming to an end and I mean to have enough power to claim the Seastone chair when this is all said and done."
Donnor sees both men exchange looks and then his brother asks. "What would you have us do my lord?"
Donnor looks at them both and then says. "Rouse the men we set sail at first light." With that he stalks from the hall and to his rooms where Jeyne lies in wait. He takes her multiple times that night, getting all of his anger and frustration out, his seed is still dripping down her thighs when he decides she shall be coming with him to Feastfires. He has her chained and bound and shoved onto his ship, and from there he gets dressed and armoured. He and his men board their ships and set sail from Kayce, Feastfires shall be an interesting challenge.
As they sail the short distance from Kayce to Feastfires, Donnor ponders through a fair few things. The visions from the Grey King had started when he was but a child, just freshly weaned from the teat, the Grey king had begun speaking to him of a land beyond the sea, where the Deep Ones dwelled and the Ironborn were not chained to servitude. The Grey King asked of him a great many things over his life, and he had done them willingly, he had done them to ensure the greatness of the Grey King was never forgotten, even though the Iron Islands were slowly falling to corruption under the leadership of successive Greyjoys. He knew when the time came that it would be him and his that would lead the Iron Islands to greatness once more. He was unwed, but his brother Beron had some five children all of whom would make fine rulers of the different parts of Westeros he intended to bring under the thrall of the Grey King.
The sounds of horns took him away from his visions and dreams, and as they found the castle approaching on the shoreline, once more the light and the earliness of the day gave them their refuge, not doubt the Greenlanders thought they would further north. Not today, Donnor gave a command and soon it was being passed down across the ships, they all prepared for a battle. And when they docked at land they found men coming down the hill of Feastfires and towards them. Donnor drew his axe and gave a roar of triumph, this, this would be interesting. His axe took the arm off of many a green boy as they pushed towards the castle, a tide that was unstoppable, the Greenlanders were tired and weary, and clearly they had been up all night waiting for something like this. And it would cost them dearly. He swung his axe many a time over the course of the fight up the hill, pressing his size and strength against many a green boy slaying them with ease, it became something of a game for him, to see how many of the green boys he could kill with a single blow. The number reached something along the line of thirteen when they arrived at the gates and soon found them flung open.
Entering the grounds of Feastfires, Donnor marvels somewhat at the glamour and splendour of the place, soon enough this will be awash with the sea when the great flood comes. He roars a challenge and meets those who come to take it, with his axe and his fists, bludgeoning many a man down to their deaths. His axe is dripping red with the blood of many foes, his armour has dents a plenty, and he knows he is bleeding somewhere along the line. But still he keeps going, his determination and adrenaline forcing him forward, he swings his axe and destroys once more many a green boy, gods is this all they have left. They push on through the courtyard and into the castle proper, and that is where the challenge lessens.
There are only serving women and one or two children in the castle whom Donnor orders slaughtered before progressing through the castle looking for the Lord of the Castle. The man whose blood the Grey King has asked him to drink from to experience the true power of the sea and the king beyond it. The man who is brought before him is a short and stout man, with a bull on his armour. Donnor looks at the man and asks. "Who are you?"
"Lord Garrison Prester." Is the response he gets.
"Well Lord Prester, you will die today, and your blood shall fuel an empire to match that of the Grey King's in the age of heroes." Donnor says, raising his axe.
"You will never be able to stand before the might of House Lannister, Ironborn scum. Soon you shall all burn in the seven hells." Prester says.
Donnor laughs then. "You fool, I am the only hell that this place will ever know. For I am the Grey King's most devout follower, and I shall show the world his might. Now prepare to meet the gods you worship." He raises his axe, and brings it down watching as it cleaves the man's head in two. Blood splatters his armour and his helm, but he does not mind. He barks a command for the body to be strung up on the battlements, and then asks. "Where are the other Presters?"
His brother who has appeared by his side. "There was only one more that we could find my lord. Ser Forley Prester his name was, he died by my hand. The Presters are gone, and Feastfires is yours. What are your commands?"
Donnor considers this a moment and then listens as the Grey King whispers of gold and promises. "Kill the garrison here and any other men not of ours that you find. And load the gold and other such valuables into the ships."
"Where are we going?" his brother asks.
"Lannisport. For the revenge we have waited thousands of years for." Is the response Donnor gives his brother.