I am Bezedash and welcome once more into my GoT WiC world.

AC/DC: Alliance Conquest / Deadly Clash

In the realm of k276, on a golden spring afternoon, i dashed back to my chambers at full gallop. I had stepped out into my garden for a brief respite, eager to taste the season’s first strawberries... already sweet, tinged with that sharp, teasing acidity. A true delight. One berry led to another, and soon my lips were as red as my armor after a brutal combat.

But i, Bezedash, minstrel of the numbered kingdoms of GoT WiC, had no time to waste. Another war was brewing, and i was determined to join the kingdom’s finest as they rallied to face the Night King himself.

The battle was fierce but fleeting... less than forty minutes!

The undead horde was crushed. And yet… i was still adjusting my armor, saddling my steed, when the final blow fell. I missed the victory… standing just behind the gates, listening to the roar of triumph.

And why?

Because of a few strawberries.

And yet, my veins surged with raw energy... the kind my distant descendants would one day call AC/DC.

There was no time to mourn missed glory. A new storm gathered on the horizon... Siege of Winterfell Crisis was upon us. The wild tide surged. The North Wall trembled beneath the weight of impending ruin. War’s flames flared anew, horns sounded across the land, and the Night’s Watch fought with desperation, almost alone.

Like any Lord worth his name, i mounted my steed and rode to the defense. Blade drawn. Will sharpened. With mighty scorpions and those new barrels that explode for real (and not just in my brain, for a change), i felled hundreds of wildlings. The rewards were worthy of the struggle: reforge stones, blue diamonds, and those hard-earned medals of honor, trophies of the legends who shaped GoT WiC.

In the midst of the siege, a raven landed on a barrel i was about to hurl. Tied to its leg was a message, bearing the seal of Duke LordGot, leader of our alliance, tSB.

“Take your positions, noble warriors. The true trial begins: our first Alliance Conquest match is upon us. Join us immediately.”

No strawberries in sight, Iiraced back to my castle to gear up and enter the fray.

As evening fell and the Targaryen banner rose above the plain, i felt at home. Our alliance, tSB, flew the blue of House Targaryen, standing firm against the roaring lions of NOW, draped in Lannister gold. At the center of the map, gleaming like a prize from the Seven, stood Casterly Rock.

I planted my castle in the upper-right corner and tuned my lute with a sly smile.

At my side stood THE WICH, my old friend, eyes sharp, stance unshakable.

“Tonight,” said THE WICH, tightening the reins, “we bring the thunder.”

“And let them never forget our heavy metal hymn,” i replied, eyes aflame.

Duke LordGot summoned us beneath the alliance’s new war tent… the sacred grounds of Discord… to review our battle plan.

(Dear reader, curious reader… i shall not reveal that plan here… the eyes of our future foes are surely upon these words.)

The signal was given. Our first target fell swiftly: The Warrior’s Tower, broken beneath our blows. Cheers erupted in our ranks.

But The Temple of the Mother eluded us… by inches.

Speed, it seems, is not my strength.

Frustration bit me.

“I’ll take it back,” i muttered.

“Don’t hesitate to start a rally,” said THE WICH. “You’re new here, it’s time to make your mark. Let our brothers see what you’re made of.”

So when the temple’s shield dropped, i raised my warhorn with pride. And just as suddenly… chaos.

Every knight of tSB launched solo attacks. Thirty seconds later, the temple was ours… and all i could do was click “cancel rally.”

From his war tent, LordGot laughed:

“Back in Black, minstrel! You’re too slow for this game.”

I laughed, despite the sting.

“Next time, i strike like Thunderstruck.”

One by one, our alliance claimed every monument. When the shield over Casterly Rock dropped, we stormed it… all of us.

But it slipped through our fingers. We rallied fast. Faster than ever. And soon enough, Casterly Rock flew our colors.

Still, i had yet to prove my worth.

“Their castles are vulnerable,” declared LordGot, voice pounding like a war drum. “Let’s give them a show… Shoot to Thrill!”

I unleashed my armies, a whirlwind of dust, steel, and speed-ups.

At the same time, i sent reinforcements to Casterly Rock and the Lannister Port, while my main force laid siege to enemy castles. Each fortress that fell struck the land like thunder beneath our boots.

“We’re shaking them to their core,” said THE WICH, eyes alight. “Like they’ve been Shook All Night Long.”

The battlefield pulsed: a wild symphony of clashing steel, war cries, and the relentless beat of our advance.

The score turned undeniably in our favor. And still, i pressed the attack… again and again.

Then the mines opened. Quick and precise, we seized them, tightening the noose around NOW’s dwindling hopes.

They fought valiantly, but the tide had turned.

After 60 minutes, as the sun bled across the sky, we stood triumphant. Fresh. Undefeated. Gathered beneath our banners.

LordGot raised his sword high:

“For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) - we fought as one, and we shall fight again.”

THE WICH gazed at the darkening horizon:

“This was but the first match. Next time, we’ll need to be louder. Fiercer. Tighter. I’ve watched you, Bezedash. What did you learn tonight?”

“Much,” i replied, “More than i expected. Timing is everything - waiting for the perfect strike changes the game. Pride in our alliance and bravery on the field are the true weapons of victory. And i’m glad there were no strawberries near Casterly Rock... Also, i’ve learned my lute can sound like metal. Listen...”

I lifted my lute and played. The chords rang clean through the cool evening air.

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From Tower to Temple, the battle was set

Lost a moment, but gained no regret

Casterly Rock now flies our flag high

Under crimson and black, we reach for the sky

We Shoot to Thrill, with horses and swords

Our enemies trembling, their retreat in hordes

We Rock the Night, shaking the ground

In this deadly clash, our hearts resound

So raise your voices, both young and old...

For the tales of tSB, brave and bold

We salute the fight, the fire, the might...

Together we stand, together we fight!

We Shoot to Thrill, with horses and swords

Our enemies trembling, their retreat in hordes

We Rock the Night, shaking the ground

In this deadly clash, our hearts resound

Together we stand... together we fight!

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As the last notes faded beneath the stars, one truth burned bright within me: when the war horns sound again, we shall answer… louder, stronger, more united than ever.

For tSB, for honor, and for the roar of rock… with some strawberries…

Thank you for reading and see you soon.

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