Game Of Thrones Fanfic: Lycan

The night was moonless with this darker, a night suitable for the Lycans to act, but even so, the proper care should be carried out, it could be a simple mission, but it should be carried out perfectly.

Any mistake that might happen could destroy William's plans and turn the easy occupation of little Lorath into a long and tiring battle.

The Lycans were to act as a modern "Black Ops", they could not stick to resistance battles, a means was needed for them to make the best possible use of their advantages.

Soon William had discovered that the Lycans had some weaknesses, and when it involved fire and silver, fire was a very easy and quick means of counteracting the regeneration of the Lycans, And silver did the same thing, among these things the worst was undoubtedly silver, when it came into contact with the bloodstream of the Lycans, besides preventing regeneration, it poisoned them, their forces were eventually diminished and death would be certain if there was no help.

Silver poisoned Lycans are vulnerable to other attacks, it was something like a critical blow in a game, if he was suffering over the effect of silver in the bloodstream the subsequent attacks ended up being more lethal.

The effect of silver poisoning was weaker as Tier of the Lycans went up, but it was still a very distinct weakness of them.

On this mission, as he discovered there were some special soldiers, the so-called 'Silver Guards' who wore an entire suit of silver parts, it could be said that 80% of their armor was made of silver and their swords, by William's misfortune, were also made of silver.

William's luck was that there were few Silver Guards, in total only 30, but they were still dangerous, a wound on a Lycan 'tier 1' and he would become fragile, even if they were still strong it was very dangerous for them, their advantage was severely diminished.

With this information, William was beginning to devise a plan to minimize these problems, the main idea was armor, but the problem was that there were no armor made for Lycans and no master blacksmiths in Lorath, and blacksmiths could plan nothing but iron mesh armor mostly made of leather, and it would still take time.

For this battle it was necessary for them to face these problems without armor or way to maximize their defenses, the blame for this urgency came from William, he needed to get control of Lorath quickly to have time to stabilize it, in the shortest possible time he would have to go to the Targaryen and do something to take Dany away ... he didn't care about Viserys, probably would abandon him for his own luck, a lunatic like him would probably live lost in the world until he met his death, maybe William would kill him, but it all depends on the wishes of Daenerys.

Since time waits for no one, William needed to be quick, he needed to settle things in Lorath and then go to meet Dany and after that run to King's Landing to see how things were in the capital of Westeros.

Looking at the Lycans around him, William began to transform his body into the great white tyrant, that day that would be remembered as the one who had his first tale contact the 'conqueror of Lorath', the first time that the world would really know of the existence of the being that would from that moment known as White Terror, even if it wasn't the only one of his titles, it would be special, because it would be one of the first that he would get.

At that moment his body was infinitely close to 4 meters high, he was extremely intimidating, even his form being majestic it was impossible not to be afraid of such a big being with such a different appearance than we commonly see.

William had realized that in a greater form his strength and resistance against damage would eventually be improved, and when he was less so his speed was greatly improved, but today he would initially choose his greater form at least at first.

When the Lycans saw their Lord, they longed very much to be able to howl, to sing for their Lord's glorious appearance, but they could not and with the newly acquired discipline they remained in their places, even if they were looking fervently at their glorious leader, they remained in position waiting for orders.

This night would be memorable.

But even so, the streets would be covered in blood.

Shadows quickly passed through the streets over the houses and were rushing in one direction; that night many were able to perceive this event and with fear locked themselves in their homes and began to ask their Gods for protection from these evil spirits.

The city guards, or 'soldiers' of Lorath, had long been idle, with the disappearance of the money that was to be used to pay their wages, they wanted to stop working, but William paid them, using the money he had stolen, of course, but even paying for the wages of these men, William changed their obligations, now they were just policemen, they were to repress crime, they would no longer be used in war.

When these men saw the movement of the shadows they wanted to go check, but a beautiful brunette woman followed by four other women who seemed to be their bodyguards arrived and handed them a letter, in this letter there was William's order, that order was: do not meddle in the affairs of the city hall this evening.

With this order they nodded their heads and closed their eyes, the suspicious movement involved the one who was now paying their wages, they were not fools to disobey.

The Lycans were already in their positions, waiting only for their Lord's order, William was standing in the shadows, sniffing the air, a map popped into his mind, and to his surprise a party seemed to be taking place inside the mansion, it wasn't a bad thing, it was just another chance for things to go according to plan.

In his odor-generated mind map, William could see that there were about 1,800 people, probably close to 1,500 soldiers, and the rest were guests and their families, as well as the staff who were working at the mansion.

A good portion of the soldiers were on standby.

It would be a guerrilla battle of 370 Lycans were on the west side of the mansion and another 100 Lycans were on the north side, those 100 would participate in the infiltration. William hoped things would work out, mistakes should not be allowed.

Waving his head in confirmation, the action began.

A small group of 70 unprocessed Lycans had bows in hand, approached the mansion from the east side, set fire to the arrows and released them against the soldiers' dormitories, shortly after the shooting for the second time, the soldiers located them and set off an alarm, a group of 300 soldiers began to go after those Lycans.

With the attention of the soldiers on the east side, the Lycans attacked the west, quickly and brutally the confrontation began, the Lycans would attack the soldiers were fragile, kill as many as they could and then retreat and attack in another direction.

William would participate in the guerrilla attacks, but he would not be along with his soldiers, he would operate alone on the shore, he trusted his men's ability.

Walking toward the wall, attacking small squads of soldiers, William began to enter a berserker atmosphere.

It was very simple for William, all he needed to do was approach these inattentive soldiers, and with one blow from their claws they would die, but all this ease seen by William was not what these people saw, they could only feel dread.

There were five soldiers walking around while they talked, they were talking about anything, they didn't pay much attention to the environment, who would dare create confusion here?

Surely for them this detail was surreal, it didn't make sense that someone would dare to create any form of disturbance in a place where the most important people of Lorath were gathered.

But something was quickly approaching them, they had no idea that their deaths were so close.

A great white figure arrived and ripped two of his friends apart with no chance of defense, when the other three went to react, their eyes ended up seeing a huge white monster looking at them.

One moment their brains could not process the information and everyone was already dead.

The Lycans' claws were brutal, but William's was the very definition of a reaper.

Blood poured down the ground, the armor was simple leather ripped off like nothing, even metal couldn't stop that attack, a mere hardened leather could prevent something? Perhaps just the chance of suffering for its users, after all, death was instantaneous to them.

Guirmalhen was a mercenary close to retirement, until he received the proposal to become a captain for the Magistrates' guard in Lorath, the salary was good and the life calm, there were not much problems in this place, of course there was always some confusion, but for these things the 'Soldiers of Lorath' would act, so otherwise his job was to control a group of 100 men and serve as a guard for the Magistrates, and once in a while do some crimes in their names.

That night was special for the Magistrates, they were more united than ever, an outsider had emerged and this lucky bastard with some speed managed to control a big slice of Lorath's business, tonight the Magistrates met using their old rules to face the outsider and then steal... I mean, take back what belonged to them.

But then a strange thing happened.

A recruit came running in and handed him some information.

"Sir, I have a message from Captain Lorin of the Eastern area" the guard was out of breath, he must have run here.

With a nod, Guirmalhen asked him to proceed.

"Sir, bandits shot arrows with fire in some places in the east wing" the guard managed to speak a little better, but he's still exhausted.

"And why would the west wing get involved at that point? The east wing has more soldiers than we do." Guirmalhen was an old man trying to enjoy this job as if it were a vacation, his days of chasing after other people's problems had passed long ago.

"Sir..." The recruit tried to pass on the information, but...

"Enough, you're dismissed, Lorin is incompetent, but he'll manage, it's his problem, not mine" Guirmalhen paid no more attention to the recruit and started looking for a book on his bookcase.

'F.u.c.k Lorin' Guirmalhen thought, with luck he might even get a raise when compared to his clumsy 'mate'.

He started reading some books until another soldier came to him.

"Sir" The soldier called attention and waited.

Guirmalhen didn't want to pay attention, but the damn soldier stood there staring at him.

"What?" Guirmalhen in a lazy voice asked.

"Sir, some garrisons are missing." The soldier reported it.

"They must have run away from their shift and gone to the edges" Guirmalhen spoke wickedly, there was some envy in his voice.

"Other men went after them and didn't come back either Sir." The soldier was trying to express his discomfort, it was normal for these 'soldiers' to run away and go to a brothel, but today it was very strange, usually they invite the others, but this time they just disappeared.

"Guirmalhen gave the order and turned his attention to the book, it didn't matter to him what these men were doing, today he just wanted to read their books.

Some time later.

"The soldier didn't wait for this lazy captain's reaction and delivered the message.

"Stop talking shit, who would attack us? The evil ghosts of rumors? "Guirmalhen asked in order to satirize the soldier's message, for him there were not those who could rival them, who would care about Lorath?

"Sir... some bodies... partially devoured were found... the ghosts are really attacking us" the soldier spoke with a little fear in his voice.

"Go away, get out of here, stop attacking me, invent something better next time" Guirmalhen did not believe that these soldiers were trying to scare him, as they dared?

The soldier looked at his superior with indignant eyes and left, he would run away, he was not paid to fight ghosts, not even his captain believed it was real, that they get hurt.

Some time later heavy footsteps were heard.

Guirmalhen was feeling that something was looking at him, the damned soldier must have come back, this time he wouldn't let this worm out easily, he was daring? Then Guirmalhen would show the price for being daring.

Rising up in anger he took his chair and was intending to throw it at the soldier, but what he saw made him freeze to death!

He was the damn soldier, but not in one piece.

Something big and gray was there holding half of something that one day was the soldier, while holding the remains the gray beast looked at him with a satire look.

Darak began the infiltration.

Things in Lorath turned out to be simple, there was nothing close to military discipline, and the morale of these soldiers was low.

They spent most of their time running away from their services and going to the edges, on duty drinking or gambling, today the price was charged.

With speed the attackers led by Chis opened a breach in the defense of the mansion and with effort their attacks took the attention from the West to the East, where the other Lycans began to be part of the regiment led by Chis.

The soldiers who had followed the 70 Lycans who were in human form were ambushed by Chis and easily killed, even if they were a large group, close to 250, they were attacked by a larger '2x' group, the Lycans quickly surrounded them and killed them.

At that time the existence of the Lycans was unknown so their appearances served as a means of diminishing the fragile morale of these soldiers and with the lack of military discipline, when they ran out of morale they tried to run, but unfortunately for them, at that time most of their enemies were to be slaughtered.

They did not even try to fight to defend themselves, it was almost as if they knew they were going to die and with that they desperately tried to escape.

A bad option, Lycans were perfectly bred to be hunters.

With the soldiers trying to go and check what was happening, Darak managed to infiltrate successfully, quickly hunted the captains and then headed for the mansion.

It was a massacre, everyone was terrified of the Lycans, they were sheep trying to run from a wolf.

If they were not afraid and tried to face them, things would be more difficult, but luckily the existence of the Lycans was hidden, their physical advantages added to the effect of fear which shook any and every moral existence that the enemy could have.

However the silver weapons proved to be great enemies of the Lycans, even with all the disorder, almost as much as the attack against the Dothrakis who were drunk or asleep, here all the soldiers were exhausted by being on their feet for many hours, the casualties caused by a miserable 30 soldiers using silver were 8, a number greater than the deaths caused in the battle against the Dothrakis if taken in proportion.

In that battle there were 9 deaths, in a battle at a numerical disadvantage and in that operation at a numerical advantage, they ended up having 8 casualties.

Of course it should be visualized that when entering the mansion the Lycans separated and tried to maximize the amount of deaths, thus being easier for the Silver Guards to surround them with numerical advantage

Of the 100 Lycans who participated in the invasion against the Magistrates, 8 were killed and 5 were weakened due to silver poisoning.

It was necessary to create armor for the Lycans urgently, or in future battles when their existence is not so frightening, perhaps large numbers of them would die.

But that operation has been a success so far, at which point it remains to take up the defensive positions.