The North Remembers: Glory Claimed in the 10th Round (AOH)

For this 10th round of AOH, we proudly carry the banner of House Stark. As loyal wolves of the North, we embody the enduring values of our house: loyalty, honor, resilience, and an unyielding sense of duty. The words “Winter is Coming” are not merely a warning—they are a reminder of the vigilance and perseverance that define us. Every battle we fight is an opportunity to honor our ways, to defend our values, and to make the North proud. We stand not just as warriors, but as guardians of a legacy forged in frost and steel.

This round places us against great opponents—champions worthy of the stage.

Among them stands Ganicus, a fully maxed titan fighting under the banner of House Baratheon, alongside his Spanish-speaking comrades of team Av0. House Baratheon, known for its storm-forged will and raw power, believes in strength through might and righteousness. Their words, Ours is the Fury, echo across the battlefield. They charge with the force of tempests—unyielding and proud. Historically, House Stark and House Baratheon have walked parallel paths—sometimes as allies, sometimes as uneasy rivals. In this clash, that rivalry deepens. As they seek to assert dominance through sheer power, we must remind them that steel alone does not win wars—honor does.

We also face the golden lions of House Lannister. Among them are formidable names: Biet, Xenia Borino, and the fiercely united German-speaking forces of team Gjs. House Lannister, with their unmatched wealth, cunning, and ambition, fight not just to win—but to rule. Their words, Hear Me Roar, carry both elegance and menace. Their rivalry with both House Stark and House Baratheon is legendary—woven through history with betrayal, strategy, and thirst for power. As the Lannisters enter this round, ambition burns in their eyes. But we know their pride can be their downfall. And the North remembers.

Also on the battlefield is a group of Russian-speaking players from LEG, bearing the banner of House Greyjoy. True to their house words : We Do Not Sow, they fight as raiders of the storm, unpredictable and bold. Their seafaring spirit brings a wild card to this round—one we will not underestimate.

House Tyrell joins the fray as well, composed largely of players from BDR, including familiar and powerful opponents such as Arthurion. House Tyrell, with their emblematic rose and the words Growing Strong, is known for flourishing in times of adversity. Do not be deceived by their elegance; they are tacticians through and through, blooming fiercest when threatened.

And finally, we face the fire-born House Targaryen, represented mainly by players from TIS. The dragonlords seek to reclaim dominance, their motto Fire and Blood a testament to their fierce resolve. Their ambition is as boundless as their legacy.

The battlefield is set. The stakes are higher than ever. And yet, the true test lies ahead.

A storm brews on the horizon—a decisive clash with the lions of the West and the storm-born of the South. The Lannisters and Baratheons will come with all their might, gold, and fury to claim the top spot. But we are Starks.

The match begins!

Immediately, each team turns to strategic point-trading. With no house guaranteed control over Glory City, all sides understand that early momentum could make the difference. The battlefield becomes a scramble for dominance as every house moves swiftly to capture as many buildings as possible before the Glory City opens.

A key objective emerges across the map: securing and holding the Altars of the Maiden. These strategic buildings offer increased points per minute, making them a crucial element in the broader strategy of long-term control and points per minute accumulation to take the lead.

Strike takes the field with fearless determination, seizing control of the Altar of the Stranger. But no sooner has he raised the Stark banner than the entire realm of Westeros turns its gaze upon him. From every corner of the map, the great houses rally their forces. Wave after wave of enemy marches crash upon the altar’s defenses like storm-tossed seas against a northern cliff. But Strike does not falter.

Strike, a cavalry rally leader leads his troops with cold precision and unyielding strength. One by one, the rallies fall. None breach his defense.

Even Ganicus, the mighty champion of House Baratheon—known for his overwhelming infantry strength—launches a direct assault. But Strike,counters with devastating efficiency.

Not even the combined pressure of Westeros can wrest the altar from Strike’s grasp. His defense stands as a testament to the Stark will: quiet, unshaken, and deadly when challenged.

Winter is not coming—Winter is here. And the North holds strong. 😈

The Glory City Opens!

As the gates of the Glory City swing wide, the battle intensifies.

Ganicus—swift and relentless—claims it first, winning the race with precision and the raw might we’ve come to expect from House Baratheon. His banner is the first to rise above the walls, and for a moment, it seems the city will fall under Baratheon control.

But House Stark does not stand idle.

Strike and Korillion2, our northern commanders, move with resolve. Each opens a rally—two perfectly timed strikes aimed at the heart of the city. A coordinated assault, forged in strategy and tempered by experience.

The first rally lands. The walls tremble. The second follows—and victory is ours.

Ganicus, for all his strength, cannot withstand the combined force of our offensive. His troops fall, his grip on the city broken. Korillion2 raises the Stark banner high over Glory City.

But the battle is far from over. Baratheon forces, wounded but not broken, returns with fury in their eyes. House Tyrell joins the fray, elegant and dangerous, their forces flowering into a storm of resistance. They rally. They strike. They seek to reclaim what they believe should be theirs.

But we hold. The final clashes are fierce, the margins razor-thin. Every soldier counts. Every second matters.

And when the dust settles—we emerge victorious.

What follows is not just celebration—but reflection. This win, though glorious, was far from guaranteed. Ganicus stands as a titan of power, his strength vast, his presence overwhelming. There were moments—honest moments—when we questioned whether we could overcome such odds. The sheer power gap between our forces and his loomed like a shadow over the battlefield. And yet, it was not brute strength that won the day.

It was coordination.

It was courage.

It was loyalty to one another—and to House Stark.

Today, we do not celebrate only a victory. We celebrate the beating heart of the North—steadfast, unyielding, and bound by honor. The North remembers. And today, the North prevails.