Pyke

A castle of black stone strung across sea-stacks and rope bridges, battered by the Sunset Sea.

The fuller tale

The ironborn owe no dragon a bent knee and remember it every time the mainland is distracted enough not to notice their longships. The Dance is exactly such a distraction: with the crownÔÇÖs attention consumed by its own succession and the Velaryon fleet fighting for its life in the Gullet, PykeÔÇÖs captains slip out to raid where they please, striking hardest at the one western coast too busy with its own civil war to defend itself properly ÔÇö the Lannister shore beneath Casterly Rock itself. It is not conquest, only opportunity, which is the only kind of politics Pyke has ever needed.

Born here

Souls the story brings here

The fallen of this place ÔÇö if any, they are named here. Spoilers.

No death the chronicle records has come to this ground ÔÇö or none the maesters have set down.