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Post by Gandalf on Jul 13, 2020 11:01:09 GMT -5
{Map of the City}  Stannis Baratheon’s armies approach the city of King’s Landing even as his ships fill up the Blackwater Bay. Within the walls stood men clad in gold and steel, the scum of King’s Landing and the finest mercenaries in Westeros left to organise the defence of the city. Whatever was left of Aegon’s kingsguard would command them while their king was comatose, safely cloistered in the Red Keep while his subjects manned the walls and barred the gates. But with Ser Daemon Sand absent within the keep, Ser Daven Lannister of the Goldcloaks perhaps was the last man of standing within the city. Both his own men and Aegon’s mercenaries looked to him to secure the defence of a city that had barely recovered from the last attack by Baratheon at the Blackwater. With the defences of the city weakened and the populace running out of food, it was more of a burden than an honour. Ser Devan would be forced to act quickly before the city was completely surrounded on all sides.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 13, 2020 11:10:08 GMT -5
Chaos was the law of the streets and the city as Baratheon's army made its approach, supported by Valemen knights and Northmen warriors. Ser Devan, the Lord Commander of the City Watch, was put in a hard situation when the remaining commanders from Aegon's mercenaries came forth, requesting orders. Lannister brooded over a map for only a few moments before looking at the gathered commanders.
Golden Company, to the walls! City Watch, secure the main street between the walls and the Red Keep. Red Cloaks, fall back to the Red Keep!
The Golden Company, though battered, were still the more experienced soldiers. The City Watch would be a quick reserve and what remained of his army, considering their size, were best suited to defend the Red Keep. Ser Lannister had only those men... but perhaps he could turn to the Faith for additional hands. A messenger is sent to the Great Sept, requesting the assistance of the Faith Militant, from the High Septon, in defending the city from the approaching Baratheon.
(Devan has a +2 Charisma)
In addition, given the state of the city's food, Ser Lannister orders the execution of the remaining elephants. The creatures ate their weight in food on a daily basis. Killing them wouldn't permanently resolve the issue of food, but it would remove some mouths to feed and ensure food was available for his troops. They would be good sources of meat to feed the soldiers, thousands of pounds worth!
The army of the Vale moved towards the northeast of King's Landing, under the orders of Stannis Baratheon. The endgame had finally come, the War of the Five Kings seemed ready to be concluded! Harrold, atop his steed, looked at the walls of the capital as his column marched forward. With his retinue present, Lord Arryn dismounts, noticing activity along the walls even from this distance. The city was likely preparing itself for a siege.
Jon Arryn walked into a city, ransacked by the Lannisters... now we march to besiege her.
Harrold states as he looks up and down the walls.
Gonna be a bloody siege, that's for sure.
A mounted messenger arrives from the Rock, bearing a missive from Lucion Lannister, Lord Protector of the Rock.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 13, 2020 12:16:17 GMT -5
The High Septon deploys the Warrior’s Sons and Poor Fellows in defence of the city, in particular the areas surrounding the Sept of Baelor and Flea Bottom. He informs Ser Devan that his interests lie in protecting the smallfolk and the faithful in the city.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 13, 2020 15:12:56 GMT -5
They came from the north, hobnailed boots and iron-shoed horses thudding down the Kingsroad, men of violence and war coming to make peace. Caught high in the morning breeze were the banners of the last of the five kings, the Crowned Stag in the burning heart that had been carried from Dragonstone to the Wall. Stannis hated this city. It was a cesspit, a den of thieves and brigands, and the air reeked of their filth. They marched in the shadow of the city walls, parading before the garrison towards the Lion Gate and the King’s Gate. It was there they established their encampment, tents raised and trees felled as the army of Stannis Baratheon prepared for siege. The men busied themselves building ladders, rams, siege towers, and makeshift mangonels and trebuchets were cobbled together under the supervision of siege experts from Tyrosh and Myr. To his north, the armies of Stark and Arryn converged to establish their own encampments round the Gate of the Gods and the Old Gate, with Edmure Tully expected to bring up the rear and place his encampment near the Rosby Road to the north-west. Outriders were sent north, south, and west to search for food and for any sign of the armies of Tyrell or another enemy; the King did not wish to be caught by surprise again. Lord Davos held the Blackwater and thus the River Gate ,and Stannis caught a glimpse of his Hand’s ships filling up the bay during their arrival.
Once camp had been established and the rest of his armies had arrived, Stannis called for a war council with all his bannermen, as well as the lords Snow, Arryn, and Tully.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 13, 2020 15:30:37 GMT -5
Davos arrived in a boat he rowed himself from the flagship, a large three-decked ship named Sweet Marya, for his wife, a mother of seven ruling her own small keep in the Rainwood. A woman Davos longed for, even if he had knew women a plenty he only had children by his wife -or so he thought- and he remained in love to her, despite the long separation. Maybe, what Seaworth wished for was the feeling of being back home, of belonging somewhere, the rest of the warrior, despite he was no warrior. He would probably again long for the sea in a mere few years. What he knew, for sure, is that he wanted to see his younger sons, Steffon and Stannis, named after the Baratheons, that he hoped were fine and thriving, safe and sound in their home. With those thoughts the former smuggler took a seat on a corner of the tent, carving up a small piece of wood. His salt-stained leathern and woolen robes were a stark contrast with the magnificent armor suits of the other bannermen, but the silvery hand brooch left no room for doubt: he was the one true Hand.
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Jon attended, wearing somber clothing and simple armor, Longclaw on its scabbard over the shoulder. He wore suprisingly little clothes to warm him from the chilling winds. He came with a score of Northmen, including Tallhart, Glover, Mormont and others. He stood, seemingly brooding, and waiting for the all the summoned lords to arrive and for the king to speak. It seemed the war was at end and Jon only could think of Robb, killed before he could reach the city.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 13, 2020 16:15:05 GMT -5
Willas Tyrell looked out from the battlements of King's Landing, silently gazing at the enemy army. Stannis Baratheon... for a second time the man besieged King's Landing. House Tyrell had been instrumental in his defeat the first time, Willas doubted the last of the five kings would lose today. Aegon lay comatose and Tarly's army was licking its wounds still. Finally, Willas wondered if his brother would march to defend their father's murderers.
He knew full well of his brother's condemnation, his grandmother had told him as much in her letters. Had he been a stronger man, perhaps Willas would have also taken a stand against the dragon? Yet his duty to his family and the Reach would not let him be compelled by his emotions. Peace had been his goal, to avoid unnecessary bloodshed for the time being. His grandmother had had other plans which he had been uncertain of, at the moment unwilling to cross that line. With time, perhaps he would learn its uses.
Willas continued his walk on the walls of the royal capital, scanning Stannis Baratheon's army for recognizable banners. Several noble houses could be spotted, along with some riverlords and Valemen. Yet the burning heart stood out among the rest, emblazoned upon the heraldry of several prominent houses, mainly from the Vale. Willas, a pious man of the Seven, shuddered at the thought of the foreign faith.
Willas went to meet with Ser Devan Lannister,
"Ser Devan! Pray tell, it seems we're among the few faithful still in the city. I may not be a military man, but I doubt the odds are in our favor when we're facing a shortage of food and our allies abandon us. Can we hold them off, and what reinforcements can save us?"
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 13, 2020 18:12:51 GMT -5
Once camp had been established and the rest of his armies had arrived, Stannis called for a war council with all his bannermen, as well as the lords Snow, Arryn, and Tully. Harrold Arryn arrived at the war council, stepping through the throng of Valemen nobility and landed knights that were with him on campaign. The final stage of the war was coming and, like Jon Arryn, Harrold was here to support a Baratheon. Except, this time, his army would have to endure a siege against the capital. The greatest siege ever seen in the history of Westeros, more than likely. Willas Tyrell looked out from the battlements of King's Landing, silently gazing at the enemy army. Stannis Baratheon... for a second time the man besieged King's Landing. House Tyrell had been instrumental in his defeat the first time, Willas doubted the last of the five kings would lose today. Aegon lay comatose and Tarly's army was licking its wounds still. Finally, Willas wondered if his brother would march to defend their father's murderers.
He knew full well of his brother's condemnation, his grandmother had told him as much in her letters. Had he been a stronger man, perhaps Willas would have also taken a stand against the dragon? Yet his duty to his family and the Reach would not let him be compelled by his emotions. Peace had been his goal, to avoid unnecessary bloodshed for the time being. His grandmother had had other plans which he had been uncertain of, at the moment unwilling to cross that line. With time, perhaps he would learn its uses.
Willas continued his walk on the walls of the royal capital, scanning Stannis Baratheon's army for recognizable banners. Several noble houses could be spotted, along with some riverlords and Valemen. Yet the burning heart stood out among the rest, emblazoned upon the heraldry of several prominent houses, mainly from the Vale. Willas, a pious man of the Seven, shuddered at the thought of the foreign faith.
Willas went to meet with Ser Devan Lannister,"Ser Devan! Pray tell, it seems we're among the few faithful still in the city. I may not be a military man, but I doubt the odds are in our favor when we're facing a shortage of food and our allies abandon us. Can we hold them off, and what reinforcements can save us?" Ser Devan, dressed in his armor, was handing commands to his officers, both from the Golden Company, the Red Cloaks, and the Goldcloaks as units were dispatched here and there. Troops were withdrawn from the areas that were being covered by the Faith Militant. As the High Septon would only dedicate troops to certain areas, he wasn't entirely happy, but it did allow him to better concentrate his troops. When Willas Tyrell entered, Devan Lannister had handed some orders to the remaining leadership of Aegon's mercenaries. He turns to the Master of Laws after. There are no reinforcements, Lord Tyrell. The Dornish have left and the Reachmen, under Tarly, are nowhere to be seen.There would be no reinforcements from the West either as Martyn Lannister was Lord Paramount there. It had become known that the swords and spears of his homeland joined the banner of Baratheon. The Faith Militant are willing to cover Flea Bottom and the area around the Sept of Baelor. That is the extent of their willingness...A sour note appeared in his tone. While grateful, the Lannister had hoped they would help defend a wider area. As for food...Devan turns and moves a plate into view of well cooked meat. The sounds of an elephant were heard moments later as the butchers did their work on the creatures. It took a bit of convincing, but the acting Captain-General conceded. Twelve elephants, in total, are being slaughtered for their meat. Thousands of pounds, Lord Tyrell. Enough to feed our army and perhaps even stave off total starvation for some time. Maybe even hand some out to the people... but its only a temporary solution.Unlike the Battle of Blackwater, there would be no reinforcements. Devan picks up a piece of the meat and eats it. Lord Dayne, Ser Manwoody, and other nobles have fled, Lord Tyrell. Now is your chance to surrender. Perhaps His Grace will give you more leniency for your surrender and your position.
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Post by pontifex on Jul 13, 2020 19:00:59 GMT -5
Lord Lester Morrigen took up his rightful command, choosing to assault the mud gate with a sizable contingent of Baratheon troops.
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Post by Royal Joker on Jul 14, 2020 3:53:30 GMT -5
Willas gave Devan a curious look.
"My house has for the last five years been sworn no to less than five kings. Robert, Renly, Joffrey and Tommen Baratheon, and finally Aegon Targaryen. We rejected Stannis time and again, I doubt he'll look upon us favorably. My sister is still a prisoner in Dorne and my brother at Storm's End, and their safety cannot be guaranteed were I to surrender so easily. What of you, Ser Devan? You are preparing the city and yourself for battle, when you suggest the Reach and I turn its cloak in favor of the coming victor. Why not simply open the gates to the fiery stag and ask for mercy?"
If he were to surrender, Willas thought the heads of Randyll Tarly and Devan Lannister would be satisfying prizes to avenge his father's death.
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 14, 2020 8:16:48 GMT -5
Willas gave Devan a curious look."My house has for the last five years been sworn no to less than five kings. Robert, Renly, Joffrey and Tommen Baratheon, and finally Aegon Targaryen. We rejected Stannis time and again, I doubt he'll look upon us favorably. My sister is still a prisoner in Dorne and my brother at Storm's End, and their safety cannot be guaranteed were I to surrender so easily. What of you, Ser Devan? You are preparing the city and yourself for battle, when you suggest the Reach and I turn its cloak in favor of the coming victor. Why not simply open the gates to the fiery stag and ask for mercy?"If he were to surrender, Willas thought the heads of Randyll Tarly and Devan Lannister would be satisfying prizes to avenge his father's death. Devan looks at Willas. Your name and status carry a heavier weight, Lord Tyrell. You are the son and heir of Mace Tyrell, Lord Paramount of the Reach, Lord of Highgarden, and Warden of the South.He pats the armor upon his chest. I am Devan Lannister, a knight of the West, grandson of Jason Lannister, and the son of a lesser lion. If I were Tywin's son, I would have a more favorable fate, even if I betrayed one monarch for another. No, Lord Tyrell, I am fated to make this my final act. I have done nothing of significance between all these monarchs, so at least I can be remembered for my defense of King's Landing.The Lannister turns back to the map. You have a future, Lord Tyrell, that's why you will be saved. Me? A sword is destined to fall in the line of service. That is the only fate I have.
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Post by Politburo Barry on Jul 14, 2020 9:15:44 GMT -5
Justin Massey had been praying to Rh'llor with several other knights when word came that the King was summoning him, along with the other bannermen and prominent officers in the Baratheon ranks, to his side. Thus the Crownlander did leave his prayers for victory only half-complete when he showed up for the war council, wearing his freshly-cleaned mail and a new surcoat blazoned with the multicolored triskelion of his house, and carrying his helmet (its visor still dented from the Tyroshi officer's mailed fist from the previous battle) under one arm.
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The Hound stalked the filthy and haphazard streets of Flea Bottom, mostly wordlessly aiding the Poor Fellows in throwing up ramshackle barricades to block the major roads and intersections where they could. He himself looked little different than them save for his sheer size and burned face, his only uniform being the loose white shirt with a red star which he was wearing under an old and dirtied hauberk, his famous dog's-head helm long gone and replaced with the iron kettle hat of a common infantryman. It would seem that Stannis was back and about to assault the city again - albeit by land and, Sandor hoped, with far less wildfire involved. No matter, he did not intend to flee again, not even should the rival king come at him with that fiery blade of his in hand.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 14, 2020 11:18:39 GMT -5
The King prowled his tent wordlessly, waiting for his lords to enter so they might begin preparations. Lightbringer was propped up against the armour stand, still in scabbard, whilst the King’s squire was helping Melisandre fasten his breastplate. The steel had been hammered back into shape, the ringmail repaired, and the flesh had healed. Only a small scar remained where the blade had broken the skin, another souvenir of war. Clouds had gathered overhead to herald their attack, and soon the heavens would open to weep upon the killing. Winter had come, as the Starks had warned, and there was no escape from its icy grip.
“So it begins.”
Stannis unfurled a crudely drawn map of the city over a makeshift table, courtesy of Harrenhal’s maester. With a gauntleted finger he tapped on the canvas.
“My men shall attack the Mud Gate and the King’s Gate. Lord Snow will lead his Northmen against the Lion’s Gate. Lord Arryn will take the Gate of the Gods and the Old Gate, while Lord Tully’s men shall strike the Dragon Gate and the Iron Gate.”
He motioned circularly around the city, pausing momentarily to give his bannermen a hardened stare.
“We shall attack from all sides. They will not have enough men to cover every wall and every gate, so we shall overwhelm them. Lord Morrigen will take two thousand to attack the Mud Gate, while Ser Massey will take five thousand and a siege tower to the walls. Lord Davos’ ships shall ferry our men up and down the river. I shall take personal command of the attack on the King’s Gate.”
The King’s jaw clenched as he stood upright.
“Once the city is breached, we will make for the Red Keep. I will not suffer raping and looting from my men so I expect you shall all hold yourselves to the same. Kill only those that resist, the people of this city have suffered enough from the rule of murderers and tyrants.”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 14, 2020 11:31:15 GMT -5
Harrold would to figure out who to send to either gate. His top commanders, including Albar Royce and Symond Templeton, would need to be divided between the two objectives. As the mention of the city was made, Lord Arryn turns to the King to make an inquiry.
Your Grace, what shall be done about the Faith Militant and the High Sparrow?
Harrold asks, knowing that these religious zealots would likely fight tooth and nail. The High Septon, or High Sparrow, would fight to the death too.
Their presence will certainly rally the people and cause a great bloodshed if they manage to.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 14, 2020 11:45:42 GMT -5
”If they take up arms against their rightful king then they shall not be spared. This Faith Militant shall either disband or be put to the sword. I will not suffer an army led by a prelate within the walls of my own city.”
Stannis’ tone grew harsher at the mention of the Faith and the Sparrow. Another of Cersei’s blunders that they would be made to pay for.
”The High Septon shall submit to his King as every other man does. Babbling about the justice and mercy of the Seven is no excuse not to bend his damned knees.”
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Post by oznerol on Jul 14, 2020 11:58:00 GMT -5
"I shall do it, my king"
Said Davos.
"This time they didn't mount up any defense, the bay was left bare. In any case, I shall be watchful for any tricks, I don't want to go down in flames again, lost four sons last time"
He added, sorrowful.
"But I will take the men right to the gate to tear it down to pieces alright"
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Jon simply nodded.
"I will make sure no-one without a weapon in their hands is harmed. The capital must not be sacked again, we're not rabid hounds. My father always told the carnage he found within and outside the keep, that was a sorry affair"
Specially concerning the kids of Elia, that brought no-one harm, yet they all were brutally butchered by an animal.
"I brought wildlings with me, they can climb anything, even a wall of ice. With good support and sharp-eyed bowmen we will take that gatehouse in a breeze, king Stannis"
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