Sons of the Harpy

In the new kingdom, life has returned to normal after the recent war; KingWolfBlak sends out to rebuild and feed the population of King's Landing for supplies and loot. However, in the shadows, a group of mercenaries led by the former queen Frozen Angel lurks. These mercenaries, skilled in the art of stealth and betrayal, have begun attacking the camps of KingWolfBlak's loyal subjects, stealing loot and wreaking havoc on King's Landing.

On a cold, dark night, the camps of KingWolfBlak's forces are attacked by surprise. These mercenaries, called the Sons of the Harpy, infiltrate the ranks. Their warriors, wrapped in black cloaks, use the darkness to their advantage, unleashing terror on the unsuspecting troops.

Cries of alarm echo through the night as the mercenaries loot the tents, killing and taking supplies, weapons and loot accumulated after months of hard work.

Upon learning of these attacks KingWolfBlak gathers his best men and quickly sets out to hunt down the mercenaries, reaching the place where the mercenaries' attack occurred, KingwolfBlak orders his scouts to track and search the royal forest for the mercenaries' base, days turned into weeks as they tracked the mercenaries through the forests and mountains, finally finding the mercenaries' camp, KingWolfBlak plans a surprise attack at nightfall, willing not only to recover the stolen loot, but also to bring peace to his lands.

On a dark night, with the moon hidden behind thick clouds, Kingwolfblak and his army sneak up on the Sons of the Harpy's base, located in a forest clearing, poorly defended, confident that their reputation for terror will keep them safe.

Kingwolfblak gives the signal to his men, who move like shadows, spreading out in groups around the enemy camp. His warriors, trained in the night, advance with precision and silence. The sound of the wind is the only witness to their approach.

Upon reaching the perimeter of the base, Kingwolfblak gives the order to attack. His men storm into the camp, surprising the mercenaries in the midst of their rest. Confusion grips the sons of the harpy as Kingwolfblak's soldiers unleash their fury. Swords gleam in the dim torchlight, and the clash of steel echoes through the night.

However, the battle was not yet won. A stronger mercenary, leader of the Sons of the Harpy, appeared before them, sword in hand. “They shall not pass!” he roared, advancing with determination. Kingwolfblak faced him, trading blows with ferocity. The fight was intense, both men pushing their limits.

Finally, with a precise movement, Kingwolfblak managed to disarm the enemy leader and pushed him to the ground. "This is for the honor of my kingdom," he said, as he embedded the steel in the mercenary's torso. The defeated mercenary could only watch in rage.

After a few more small skirmishes, KingWolfBlak's soldiers emerged victorious, the remaining mercenaries, demoralized and disorganized, began to flee. Kingwolfblak, victorious, raised his sword in triumph, and Kingwolfblak's men began to reclaim what belonged to them. Supplies and gold were secured, and with each treasure they collected, the warriors' morale grew.

As the last light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Kingwolfblak and his group left the mercenary base, having achieved their revenge and restored their honor. They knew the former queen would remain a threat, but this victory had given them the strength and confidence to face whatever came next.

As they drove away, Kingwolfblak looked back, the burning base lighting up the night that was now turning into day. “This is just one battle in a larger war,” he thought, but in his heart, he knew they were one step closer to securing their future.