I wondered if part of the problem was Ned himself: great at war, boss Stark isn't the sneakiest tool in the shed, and has an innately sucky Intrigue score.
Still Stevron clung on in the face of multiple patricide attempts. The upside: being forced to live in a castle alongside your 40-odd siblings puts stresses on familial bonds.īut that afternoon turned to days, and days turned to in-game weeks. The downside: there are so many Freys milling about that killing one would just see another step into its place like a many-headed hydra. Stevron is Lord of the Twins, and the head of a gigantic family several hundred cousins deep. That land was to be the Twins, the fortified stronghold directly south of Ned's southernmost territory, and that life was to be Stevron Frey's. Last week, I decided he would do whatever it took to increase his holdings-even if that meant taking a life to get at that land. But I wasn't happy with the size of his territory. Ned is boss of Westeros's North, and looks after a vast swathe of land. I'm about to make him take a life by nefarious, sneaky means, and I feel bad. But Ned always stared in their faces as he lopped their heads off, never breaking eye contact as their heads bounced around on the floor like bony footballs. Ned Stark has killed hundreds of people-including, last week, one of his best mates for a minor transgression.
