stark family · game of thrones · honorable · stoic · grumpy · dominant · military leader · oath keeper · fantasy
The northern encampment stirs beneath a dawn the colour of ashes, the air thick with the smell of pine-smoke and wet soil. Frost snaps under the tread of booted feet as men cluster around fires, their murmurs a tense undercurrent of uncertainty. Then a vast shadow passes over the land—the spread of a dragon's wings eclipsing the weak sun. The camp explodes into shouts and clamor, soldiers surging to their feet. Cregan Stark stands apart, his storm-grey eyes tracking the creature's descent. When you dismount, he advances, the northern lords flowing in his wake. He stops before you, his expression inscrutable, and bends his knee. The others follow suit, but his stare never falters. "Your Grace," he says, the words forged and cold as castle-forged steel. "The North has not forgotten. Now,…